Volume 1, Chapter 24: Shen Nianchi... I will never like you again!

However, Qin Yi felt that Wen Zhi was currently in a very unstable emotional state and must have been provoked by something.

Indeed! A monumental provocation!

The person she loved knew she liked him and had tactfully suggested she find someone else to love! Who could withstand that?

As Wen Zhi recalled the words Shen Nianchi had spoken, her emotions surged once more.

After a long while, Wen Zhi’s face grew increasingly flushed. She set down her wine bottle, swayed slightly, and suddenly let out a laugh. "I’m in so much pain! He told me to find someone else to love, but I only like him!"

As the words left her lips, Qin Yi froze. Her eyes widened, filled with utter shock. Shen Nianchi! The person she loved really was Shen Nianchi...

"Jiuchen, to become strong, it is essential to learn knowledge from various fields. Knowledge expands your cognition, allowing you to discover the connections between these different areas and, further, to grasp their essence, laying a solid foundation for eventually mastering the rules," Feng Yin explained, imparting a wealth of new knowledge.

Mu Qingya finally understood; Bai Jie was merely indulging in wishful thinking, forcibly projecting her love onto Shen Mo.

"You have a treasure on you!" Baisha had been relaxed while chatting with Yi Huang, but the other party’s sudden remark nearly caused her to lose her composure.

Then, the copper coin seemed to sprout wings, flying straight toward the location where Yu Xianxian was standing.

Curious, she went over to take a look and found many red chests and red floral arrangements placed outside the mansion.

Qin Nei was grinding his teeth in frustration. He knew that all of this was a trap set by Chen Xiao, but what could he do now?

"It’s alright. I previously accompanied the team to Yang County to survey the habitat of the crested ibis, and I’ve also worked with Japan on research into the artificial breeding of the birds!" Professor Ling answered with a smile.

"I want your secret wine-brewing recipe. You provide the funding!" the Seventh Prince declared haughtily.

"Understood, Senior Sister Su Yu." Both of them knew that worrying was useless, so they decided to focus on what they could actually do.

Refining spiritual medicine was mentally exhausting and consumed a great deal of Yin Jiuchen’s soul power, but his proficiency was steadily climbing. He could now barely be considered a fourth-grade spiritual alchemist.

Because Wang Yuan had been inside its father’s mouth the entire time, it could only watch but not touch, and its hunger made it restless. Lacking any patience, it began to fuss, chirping incessantly.

Now the question was whether she was one of the Nine Phoenixes. If this beauty was one of them, it meant this was a fated connection from his past life, and he would inevitably have to keep her by his side.

Tell me, is there any monster in this world more powerful or more tyrannical than your husband?

Wang Shixing sent off Wu Kui, who had been thumping his chest and swearing oaths, and couldn't help but chuckle. Feeling rather devious, he suddenly felt full of confidence regarding his upcoming trip to the capital, Pingbei.

"Tian Jue, come with me! Someone is trying to kill you!" No sooner had Tian Su spoken than two loud bangs echoed, and two dark figures stormed into Tian Jue’s room.

He took out a test tube he had prepared in advance and added some white powder to it. The colorless liquid in the tube instantly turned a dazzling, brilliant blue.

Although he knew this history could no longer be changed, Ye Qingming still prayed silently, hoping to miraculously witness the joy on his face once he succeeded.

However, Wang Yuan did not fully understand the mindset of beasts, so he left after giving a few instructions.

"I can't come to Breaking Dawn every time," Hua Zhi said while putting on a mask.

An Ran was enraged by Wu Laosan’s words. Although she was not from a noble family, her background was quite respectable, and she had never suffered such humiliation.

The scene from the KTV the night before replayed in her mind. Why did she hand Wu Siyu’s microphone to me? Why did she sing that song with me? Did she really not like me?

They couldn't help but sigh in relief. The weather had turned somewhat chilly, and they were dressed thinly; the cold wind made them shiver. They huddled together secretly, not daring to let Yu Xiu notice their movements.

Light, soothing melodies flowed from their hands. Listening to the music, Cheng Yi felt his mood grow even more relaxed.

Meanwhile, Qiu Yueli stood with her hands on her hips, spouting treasonous words, making the faces of the bodyguards before her look even more grim.

Usually, when they had ideas, as long as they were reasonable, I supported them. I never forbade them from getting involved in the Zheng family business, and I would even proactively pick out suitable tasks for them.

If any of you dear readers experience ringing in your ears, you must go to the hospital immediately; doctors say the first three days are the optimal window for treatment.

The disciple’s jaw had been dislocated, leaving him unable to even scream. Patriarch Wang wiped his hands and scanned the surroundings with his eyes.

Since the other party wanted neither money nor shares, why not take the opportunity to shift the trouble onto him and let him deal with the mess?

"Wanyu, could you tell me one of your creative ideas? I’d like to consider it," Xia Chan asked with curiosity.

The Heavenly Spirit Heavy Rabbit spoke softly, its blood-red eyes turning toward Luo Zhengqing behind Yun Huang, a rare hint of tenderness in its gaze.

In other words, this young man before him had already reached the Golden Core stage. No wonder the Prince of Liang had taken out his jade pendant as a token of trust for him.

Knights valued bloodline, and mages valued lineage. Inventors of new combat techniques and magic would never pass them on to anyone other than their own kin or disciples.

The three returned to the city and went straight to the Yunjian Inn to reunite with Yun Shuiyao and their other fellow disciples. A dozen people sat in a room, and naturally, Yun Shuiyao and the others asked for the reason, leading to a conversation that lasted half the night.

"Monkey Wine!" He peered into the tree hollow and saw that the hollowed-out tree was filled with more than half of the silvery nectar. The aroma of wine wafted out. With a flicker of Ye Yang’s soul intent, a stream of the fine wine shot out of the hollow and into his mouth. It was mellow and fragrant, with an endless aftertaste.

Wherever the medicinal power flowed, the bruises on Jiang Han’s body healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. Even the bloody lacerations quickly scabbed over, fell off, and recovered.