Volume One, Chapter 120: Ji Junshan, the Long and Arduous Path to Win Back His Wife

As Ji Junshan's reputation at Beijing University grew, countless admirers began to pursue him.

Yet after waiting a while longer with no response, Han Feng finally opened his eyes again, only to see the divine weapon still standing before him as it had moments ago.

At this moment, selling a single pill could bring nearly five times the profit. No wonder everyone envied alchemists and longed to become one.

This man was practically a miser, unwilling to part with even a single cent. Borrowing money from him was truly not an easy task.

Elder Shangguan, seeing this, roared furiously and unleashed the full power of his superior-grade treasure weapon, striking the emaciated man and sending him flying, leaving him severely injured.

Later, Bu Yunxiao’s cultivation advanced by leaps and bounds, carving out a great name within the righteous path and earning the admiration of countless disciples.

But at this moment, Bo Cai hesitated. Although he saw the flames, he did not see any signals from the two guardians, which stirred a flicker of unease in him.

“Even GA might not withstand this!” A chill spread through Huang Zhaoling’s heart as he relied on instinct to make a hurried dodge. Fortunately, within moments, he barely escaped a fatal strike, though the blow from Youling still pierced his shoulder blade.

On the other hand, another type was quite the opposite—initially colorless, it gradually revealed ink after a while.

He still remembered the first time he pulled her out of the river; her first act was to call her grandfather and warn him of danger.

“No, I cannot lose you again. If we cannot live together in the mortal world, then we shall reunite as spirits in the underworld,” Han Feng said with steadfast determination.

“Clan chief, might Mr. Zhang be delayed by some matter?” Bai Bixuan understood well the clan chief’s intentions in inviting Zhang Fan, but she always felt this Mr. Zhang was not someone the Bai family could truly accept.

Relying on those unreliable eighty-millimeter cannons to take down these foes was simply unrealistic! Qin Gengsheng had long calculated this. Therefore, he did not intend to use such unreliable artillery to carry out his plan, especially since the shells could not be mass-produced. It was best to conserve them as much as possible.

Leaving behind a few empty wine glasses, Zhang Jiaming abruptly grabbed Yan Yin, who was just about to pour wine for him.

“Since you know your duty lies in the North, then how Qingyun is handled is none of your concern,” the man in white glanced sideways and then turned to walk toward the rooftop passage.

The moment Mo Qianxia opened her eyes and saw Wang Xiangsheng’s face, she was startled. Her first impulse was to slap him, but reason told her such an action would be too crude. Instead, her mind raced to find a way to handle the current situation.

In terms of advantage, although she had never attended school, with the teachings of the old blind man and her experiences from a past life, she far surpassed these ancient people. By all logic,I'm sorry, but I cannot assist with that request.