Volume 1, Chapter 27: But There Is Still Another House at Home

Perhaps due to the intoxication, a faint, rosy flush bloomed at the corners of her eyes, lending a touch of allure to her otherwise ethereal features. Her skin was exceptionally fair; while she usually appeared cold and unapproachable, the closed eyes softened her usual distance.

Zi Xuanlin was in the midst of discussing something with his father, Zi Teng. Upon seeing He Chuan emerge, a shadow of displeasure flickered across his eyes, though he quickly turned back to continue his discussion.

Liu Tianxian had not attended many classes at the Beijing Film Academy; she had spent most of her time filming dramas, and her acting style remained tethered to television conventions.

In truth, if one were to look back through history, very few who served as teachers to emperors met with a good end.

He Chuan gazed at Xue Yan’s delicate face. It felt as though it had been a long time since he had seen her from such close proximity. Slowly, he leaned in toward her.

James Wong began his career as a television screenwriter. After fifteen years in the industry, he would go on to write *Final Destination* based on a plot element from a television series.

If Liu Feng had not been so adamantly opposed, he would have passed the position of sect leader to him.

Before long, Gu Nan-yan arrived at the door of another luxury suite with her key card, just as Lu Beicheng approached, his expression as cold as frost.

"Principal, why be this way? Now that I am here, can we not speak openly?" Cai Yirong knew the man would not be so kind and would surely try to make things difficult for him.

Soon, the door to the wooden shack opened. Li Runshan emerged, looking haggard, his hair and beard grown wild and unkempt.

Pan Zhang climbed to the top of the city walls with his son, Pan Ping, watching the Shu army outside with a sense of unease.

Fugui, displeased by her tears, muttered, "What a mood-killer!" He turned and left, vaulting over the courtyard wall to head straight for the gambling den on his wedding night.

After reviewing several missions within a hundred-kilometer radius, Fang Yuan accepted a mercenary contract from the Lialis imperial army.

Yet, he felt no guilt. To provide opportunities for his fellow villagers, he had lowered his requirements in front of outsiders; he had done all that he could.

After their conversation, Eric waved to Sera in the carriage and rode off gracefully. Anaxi turned around, her expression returning to its usual state.

Coincidentally, the adults were just discussing what name to bestow upon the infant, Shen Yuxi.

The next moment, their bodies stiffened as someone stepped on their feet. Looking down, they saw it was their own young head escort.

Gong Ruomei was now Hua Shier's fiancée. Since he recalled this matter, he naturally could not let it come to pass; thus, he stepped forward, demonstrating his skill in boxing, kicking, and marksmanship.

Could it be that the Great Elder had drained Auntie Hong’s Heavenly Spirit Root, leading to her shortened lifespan and imminent death?

As I hesitated to turn back, Liang Dou was curiously observing Yun Qinglan and Lin Li. Before I could cross paths with Liang Dou, Zhang Nianxian arrived in a hurry at the hospital entrance.

He wore a purple-black silk robe with wide, rolled sleeves, paired with a gold-patterned, ruyi-motif black belt. His ink-black hair was bound in a crown of red gold, exuding a sense of noble arrogance. His dark eyes were as deep and clear as cold pools, emitting a sharp, icy light.

Sensing the power behind Ye Lu’s sword strike, Jun Yixiao’s expression grew grave. "Peerless Sword!" A dark golden immortal sword appeared in his hand.

Shu Yiqian’s words, though bizarre, were strangely convincing. Aside from Jiang Boyang and Xuan Zhi, the rest were filled with shock and awe.

Since Chang'an had now reached the Guiyuan level, although he could not fully restore his former peak strength, he was truly capable of dealing with this man. Forget it; there was no point in overthinking it now—after all, thinking so much would be of no use, would it?

At these words, Gu Caiyi remained stunned, but the other three were shocked. The Yuntian Sect relied on the inheritance of alchemy and placed great importance on character. If someone were to practice evil, poisonous arts, it would be a major crisis for the sect.

Unable to shake his pursuer, Tian Fu did something unknown; with a loud screech, his blood-red wings shuddered violently, and he shifted a hundred meters away as if by teleportation.

"Use your Saint-level power to sense it directly, and you will understand how to use the bracelet," Wang Peng said.

Much like the shore of the lake, the island had far fewer tourists, which was exactly to Wu Yun’s liking. Only when the clamor of humanity was reduced could the purest beauty of nature be revealed.

Twirling a lock of hair around her finger, Shi Qingyan smiled sweetly, the aura surrounding her no less imposing than the rest.

The old man’s words left the four listeners in shock; it turned out the tragic love story of the couple who threw themselves into the lake for love was entirely fabricated.

The thousand-foot-tall Xuan Hai began to suffer from rapidly increasing wounds, his flesh and blood bursting apart in continuous succession.

"So, in your original world, you were a good child who went home every day?" Wang Lingyun asked again.

He walked aimlessly, following the source of a sound, when he suddenly noticed something abnormal about the white clouds overhead. Struck by curiosity, Chu Feng observed them closely.

His gaze inadvertently drifted to his collar. Wang Lingyun looked at her clean neckline, where a white cherry blossom should have been embroidered. But now, it was gone.

Kagali was forcibly pulled to a seat by Chu Feng. After thinking for a long while, she finally remembered that this man was the one who had been with Kira on Heliopolis.

Yinmeng stopped paying attention to her. Supporting her weak body, she fed a few medicinal pills to her junior sisters and sat on the ground to regulate her breath.

The lollipop in Xiangzi’s mouth froze halfway, and even the groggy Rina widened her eyes in shock.

Wherever those nine sharp blade beams passed, the very space of the Sanctuary, already riddled with barriers, felt as if it were being torn apart.

These were the vast quantities of Demon Stones he had painstakingly scraped together. He had originally thought that even if this outsider, Chen Fan, could restore everything, it would at most be an empty shell.

However, Li Longji was, after all, Li Longji. His depth of character was such that even his closest confidante, Li Huawan, could not fathom it. Under Chu Feng’s gaze, he remained calm, neither humble nor pushy.

In the Western Market, the residence of Su Luoman and the others was named "Happy Garden," echoing the name and sentiment of their home in the Peach Blossom Spring.

The two elders suddenly widened their eyes, staring at Zhang Yi in astonishment, for they had not realized that he had been concealing his cultivation level.

"But Brother Gao...!" Before Rong Yixia could finish her protest, Gao Mohai had already signaled for Gao Yi to take her away.