21 Memories

The next day, Sun Jinxin brought Concubine Zhen over, explaining that she had clarified the stakes and requesting that Sizhen provide the formula to help Concubine Zhen regain her slim figure.

Following this, a brief silence fell between us—a silence as awkward as death. I lowered my head slightly, while Zhou Yaze stared at me intently.

The Sixth Prince agreed wholeheartedly with Qin Fengyi’s words, not minding at all when Qin Fengyi flicked his forehead. Together, they ordered their attendants to fetch their bows and arrows, and the two began to maintain their gear.

Afterward, Liu Bichang gave him a brief introduction to local livelihood and current affairs. Halfway through their conversation, they arrived at the Dinghai County Magistrate's Office.

Fried Noodles and Sticky Rice Ball were once again ordered on a business trip, this time to Xie Runqiu’s hometown in Fujian Province to conduct frontline investigations.

Surrounded in the center was a very handsome young man—none other than the focus of the current rumors, Tao Yitong. He appeared high-spirited, seemingly discussing something with those around him.

Shen Sanfeng appeared older; at twenty-five or twenty-six, he seemed more mature and steady. His cultivation at the twelfth level of Qi Refining was still somewhat unstable, likely because he had just broken through and had not yet properly consolidated his foundation.

Now, a friend of hers was on a business trip in a city not far from Linhai, and upon hearing that Haichao was there relaxing and sightseeing, she wanted to come over to meet and catch up.

Chen Mohan realized only too late that, from the young master’s perspective, her words had actually been an agreement to accept his gift.

Then, Tang Lele explained the method, but the furnace required for smelting iron was truly difficult to construct. The three of them discussed it for a long time without finding a viable solution.

The Fate-Master drew a mirror and initiated a video call with an acquaintance in the Underworld, allowing Ning Jing to depart.

"Young Master, are you planning to..." Hualing instantly understood his intent, a cold sneer flashing across his eyes.

Gu Xiao grew anxious. Watching this person who was wreaking havoc on the environment carry on talking to himself, he could no longer bear it. If things continued this way, Gu Xiao would either go mad or lose his wits.

Su Yu shuddered. Watching her figure, he opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end, said nothing at all.

He swallowed hard, unable to believe his eyes, and slowly looked toward the stage. That hand was pointing in his direction—more accurately, it was pointing directly at him.

The vice president had no choice but to accept. Two baskets were cleared from the cargo truck containing the medicine, just enough to hold them.

After Ziyao and the High God finished giving their statements and exited the interrogation room, they encountered several police officers escorting Hu Yiyun inside. Hu Yiyun looked innocent, crying as she walked and struggling incessantly.

"No, I have to go see how the two children are sleeping." With that, Tang Lele pushed him away.

Su Xing had already been plied with plenty of alcohol by Zeng Yinghua before waking up, and now, being tossed about by Zeng Danru’s "startling" behavior, his eyes were bloodshot and glistening, a look that not even the night could conceal.

Such a powerful technique was damaging to both the user and the target, inflicting a thousand wounds on the enemy while suffering eight hundred oneself. His own body fared no better under the lightning, but having spent years immersed in it, he had grown accustomed to the force of the electric shocks.

This was a peak confrontation. They had fought for hundreds of years, battling until they achieved an alternative path to enlightenment. Then, in the midst of their duel, they simultaneously shook the myriad Daos, startling the Lingbao Heavenly Venerate, Ye Fan, and the others. In the end, the Lingbao Heavenly Venerate used great divine power to pry open the Mark of the Heavenly Heart, allowing both of them to become an Emperor and a Sovereign.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Ling immediately thought that the evil spirit must be rooted out, but how? And there was another critical point: how could the child in Li’s womb be transformed into a human child? What method could possibly work?

Unable to figure it out—perhaps because his strength was insufficient, or perhaps because his destiny had not yet arrived—Ba Fenghan eventually decided to give up for the time being, burying the matter of this power deep within his heart and focusing all his effort on pushing his cultivation toward the fourth grade.

However, it had miscalculated its own strength and underestimated the ferocity of A-Da and the others. Most importantly, it had forgotten that it was no longer in the water, but on land.

Three days had passed since Lady Zigui achieved the status of a Demon God, but the Pantheon organization had yet to send an envoy to officially recognize her. According to instructions from above, they still needed to wait another day or two. During this time, Lady Zigui had adapted well to her power and had brought most of the city’s monsters under her control.

The Zombie God’s hair, which had been as boundless as a waterfall, gradually receded back into its body. As these metallic, black strands were reclaimed by the Zombie God, its power climbed to new heights.

"Don't talk it up to the heavens; let's talk practically about how much money I need to put up!" Su Xing, of course, knew that Jin Wei didn't actually expect him to cough up a billion all at once, and besides, he didn't have that much cash on hand.

The eerie old man was also sliced in two by the Demon Blade, but his body emitted a noisy screeching sound, leaving behind a mass of strange creature corpses before vanishing without a trace.

"Remember, if you notice anything wrong, tear this talisman immediately and return to my side." Meng Die did not stop Lin Chen, but as before, she gave him a protective charm.

If they really invited the gang leader out, it would be like having an emperor emeritus looming over them, who might even reclaim some authority and create another "Hungry Wolf." How could they ever agree to that?

Yi Ming looked at the old man on the hospital bed, who could still vaguely be identified as Ajafan, unable to reconcile him with the chatty, jovial old man from over a month ago.

Wei Shanshan pointed to the mushrooms beneath the rock behind Li Lang. This creature was a vibrant, garish red, covered in spores like a toad. If anyone dared say it wasn't poisonous, Li Lang would surely shove it into their mouth.

"System, start the draw." Huangfu Xu did not dither; he closed his eyes and let the system draw, appearing completely indifferent, without a shred of tension or expectation.

Liu Ke had apologized for a long time that day because Li Lang’s neck had nearly been twisted off by her. He had truly walked through the gates of hell, and what more could Li Lang say? He had brought it upon himself; could he blame anyone else? He could only rub his neck and offer a wry smile.

The entire capital could not replicate that flavor. The officers in the Thousand-Household Office had no doubt that even if their superior were not a Thousand-Household officer, he could become wealthy simply based on this skill.

Lin Feng gritted his teeth. Whether it was the Lin Feng of his past life or this one, he was a useless shut-in with no strength to bind a chicken. After doing only thirty push-ups, his arms began to tremble. To continue, Lin Feng relied entirely on sheer willpower.