33 033 (including a bonus chapter for 15,000 nutrient solution milestone)

"Unable to sense it?" Fang Yuchen felt a flicker of confusion, his movements in guiding the Red Star Arc slowing down as a result.

Zhuang Yan narrowed his eyes. He knew exactly what that smile on He Chunsheng’s face meant—it meant that even if things hadn't gone according to his script, he still had a backup plan. He was certainly not going to end up behind bars.

"Dad, invite our guests inside. With so many visitors here today, it won't look good if Brother Siting and Auntie Ye leave." If people didn't know better, they might think the Song family had offended the Huo family, which could negatively impact their business.

After chatting for a while longer, Zhuang Yan checked the time—it was already four in the afternoon. He asked Ye Mei for the car keys and headed toward the Xiang residence.

"I might consider it once you stop being so filthy and chaotic! Right now! Immediately! Not even half a step closer!" Ao Mei snapped fiercely.

The boy known as 'Number Two' had short hair, was slightly chubby, and was shirtless. He had a bit of flab, and his baggy shorts were of the cheap basketball variety—the kind that was blue, faded, and slightly translucent. He leaned back on his dormitory chair, rocking precariously on just its two back legs.

He managed to catch it, but the next second, the 'immense force' transmitted from it pinned him facedown to the ground. The hammer pressed down on his hands, making it impossible for him to budge.

"Damn it! Hell, I’ve finally let off some steam. Let’s see that guy be arrogant now, let’s see him put on an act for me again! So satisfying!" Fandar laughed happily.

What the True Immortal of Yin Fire and Cold Ice hadn't expected, however, was that as soon as he stepped into the pitted area created by the soil Blue Rose had just excavated, countless blue threads shot out and bound him tight. Just like that, Wu Fan, Blue Rose, and the True Immortal of Yin Fire and Cold Ice were all immobilized.

Qi Heyue looked at the fragment of the Ancient God he was holding. For hundreds of years, it had rested against his brow without ever melting into his consciousness; he lacked the aptitude for divine grace and could not cultivate the Divine Path. What was the point of keeping it? If he could be with Qingcheng now that she had awakened, what did it matter if he never became a god or an immortal in this lifetime?

Lin Ye looked at the various luxury cars in the parking lot in front of the restaurant and knew he had chosen the right place.

The sound came from the deep, ethereal, and unknowable void, making one's soul feel as if it were trembling.

"No, Luo Shi would never cultivate like this. Luo Shen, it must be you playing tricks again, right?" Wu Fan’s mouth was stained with blood. Every time Luo Shi cultivated the second stage of the 'Forgetful Dao,' severing all ties, Wu Fan’s heart bled. Even now, it felt like he was being sliced by knives, his expression twisted and ferocious, his eyes gleaming with a red light.

"Then what is your full name?" Jun Wuxie suddenly felt as though he were digging too deep, a style of conduct that felt quite out of character for him.

Zhou Bai received an invitation from the most successful company in the entertainment industry. To be precise, not just him, but Yuan Quan as well. Anyone working in the industry knew they were a couple; neither of them had signed with a talent agency.

Ye Qingcheng clenched her fingers into fists, her brow furrowing involuntarily. She took a deep, shaky breath.

"President Bai, you’re talking about the time you were filming the director’s project, right?" Jiang Chao was full of curiosity, tinged with a hint of undisguised envy.

But she had to find a place to roll up her sleeves and check her arm; she didn't want to end up with a crippled hand because of the Hairpin Festival.

First of all, all the cutting-edge equipment and instruments would cost at least hundreds of millions, which would almost certainly leave the City First Hospital’s cash flow completely paralyzed.

Compared to Zhang Heping, Ji Kangyong was much colder. After thanking Shen Yanjing, the two went their separate ways.

Jia Haoyun lit a cigarette in irritation. His mind was in a whirl, and he didn't even know what he was thinking about.

That night, after I finished my favorite pigeon soup, I caught a whiff of a fragrance and lost consciousness.

On the other side, Mo Ye Ting Jian harbored similar doubts. However, the appearance of the benevolent entity Feipeng didn't make him feel even a shred of arrogance from the other party; instead, it made Mo Ye Ting Jian feel that Feipeng seemed like a lonely person.

The items were simply too novel and delicious. Those who had tried them yesterday told ten, then a hundred others, which was why there were so many people here today.

It wasn't that he had truly turned over a new leaf. The words Lin Xiu had spoken to him before leaving his wretched doghouse at the crack of dawn left him feeling deeply oppressed.

"I need to end this battle quickly." Chen Xin lowered his eyelids, though in his heart, he was extremely satisfied with Gu Zheng's strike.

Jiang Gonghuan brushed off his official uniform, then looked up, but he did not see the person Jiang Wanshuang had mentioned.

No sooner had the words been spoken than the maids and matrons who had been watching the commotion swarmed forward, tangling with the servants Li Qiutang had brought, desperate to stop them from taking Zhang Yan away.

She couldn't quite explain why she felt disappointed, only that she felt uneasy, and a sense of inexplicable frustration was building up in her heart, making her feel stifled.

After Ye Weian entered the house, he learned that Li Qiutang had been bumped by Zhang Yan, causing her to miscarry her pregnancy of over a month.

Qian Lihuan rolled her eyes. Her aunt was becoming more and more useless. Previously, she had patted her chest and guaranteed that she would make her a concubine in the General's Mansion, claiming the whole mansion would be hers in the future. Now, look at her—she had reduced herself to such a disgraceful state.

Meng Jun watched Ye Weian silently from the side. The youngest Duke of the Tang Dynasty had long lost the high-spirited air he had possessed when he first became a Duke at the beginning of the year. The current Ye Weian remained gentle, but with an added sense of steadiness and restraint that made his joys and angers impossible to read.

He had heard recently that his eldest aunt had reached the seventh rank three months ago. Now the family had another Heaven-realm practitioner, though she was only just entering it. But his eldest aunt was only thirty-five; her future was limitless.

Although QB was annoying, for some reason, Totori found its words quite useful and rather logical. Was this the legendary "reminding me only at critical moments"? Fine, she finally found QB a bit more bearable.

Such an irrational turn of events left Su Yue numb, his mouth twitching as he expressed the sentiment, "I am about to go insane."

When Oka finished speaking, Arthur finally snapped out of it, exchanged a subtle look with his subordinates, gave a respectful military salute, and then led his men away.

Once Yan Qing said this, it wasn't just Zhang Wei—even the others nearby did not agree with Yan Qing's point of view.

She knew that returning to the Marquis of Qin's mansion was impossible; the First Prince would not easily agree. Even if he did, she feared a trap. Therefore, Zhou Yunxi wanted to enter the palace.

The fourth sacrifice, the Sacrifice to Mountains, Rivers, Marshes, and Seas, consisted of five individual sword moves in its first phase: the weight of the mountains, the force of the rivers, the continuity of the streams, the mystery of the marshes, and the vastness of the seas. The last three were compound moves, and the final stage involved unleashing all five simultaneously, exerting immense pressure.