Volume One, Chapter 32: The Dream-Returning Elixir

Not far away, Liu Wenbin witnessed the scene, his face turning ashen with fright. Forgetting his pain, he dropped the two men he was holding and took off at a run.

“See? Even your own men have abandoned you!” Ji Die sneered, making no move to pursue. After all, the other man was no threat anymore.

“What… what do you want? I… I warn you, you’d better… let me go!” Liu Zhong sputtered, his mouth full of blood. With Ji Die’s foot pressing hard against his chest, he felt utterly humiliated and struggled in vain.

“Still so stubborn?” Ji Die snickered, driving his heel into Liu Zhong’s face, grinding his head deep into the ground.

“Ah!” Liu Zhong had never suffered such disgrace. He thrashed in agony, only to take another blow to the gut…

Five figures stepped into the air, the force of their presence crashing down like a tidal wave, shattering the very world around them. All five domain-level experts could not resist the urge to strike at Meng Qinghuang in unison. In their eyes, with the imperial weapon, Heavenly Execution, in her hand, she had surpassed the spiritual realm and become a true rival.

Three months later, Zuo An and Dou Dou both recovered and reappeared at the Assassin’s League, bouncing with energy. Well, Dou Dou was the one actually bouncing.

Speaking of allegiances, You Guihua was much closer to Gao Shuqin. Though she tried to remain impartial, she inevitably leaned a bit more toward Gao Shuqin.

It was only now that Lin Fan learned the real reason behind the tycoon’s presence. The matter was simple: at the start of the month, Lin Fan had reserved a hospital room for mid-month, but due to certain delays, the room had remained vacant until now.

The ordeal broke Tom. In the days that followed, he moved like a living corpse, and in a moment of impulsive despair, he quit his job at the greeting card company. Yet this upheaval rekindled his passion for his dreams. Determined to rise again, he set his sights once more on becoming an architect, fighting to regain his spirit.

“Gulp—” Li Song stared in terror at the shards of glass scattered on the floor, his back damp with cold sweat. If that punch had landed on his hand, losing an arm would have been the least of his worries. He glanced at Bai Xijing, gratitude shining in his eyes.

“My apologies for the disturbance.” This time, it was Li Junyi’s turn to offer an apology. He smiled and nodded, expressing his regret.

There was once a county magistrate in Huaxia who implemented universal free healthcare for all in his jurisdiction. According to his findings, the policy hardly put a dent in the county’s finances.

Now, there was no turning back. To retreat and recover would be futile, for the commotion had already roused the snake. Any move to withdraw would only alarm it further, making the risk even greater.

On the main peak of the Pill Sect, inside a grand palace, Dan Ming sat in his chair, his expression grim. Before him stood three respectful figures, as meek as servants.

A flicker of anger crossed Zhang Wei’s eyes, but just as he was about to act, he felt a faint tremor in the floor. Startled, he glanced back and saw Colonel Meng Hu striding toward the cafeteria.

“No, not at all.” The group was full of energy, showing no signs of fatigue from the journey.

“What are you looking at?” Unable to sleep, Consort Mei crossed the cold stone steps and joined Mao Leyan’s side.

Judging by Ye Feng’s confident demeanor, it was clear he had a plan, and worrying for him was entirely unnecessary.

It was a pity, though he was almost certain that Gu Yin was at the very heart of the massive fireball, what difference did it make?

“Nina, I can tell you have something to say. Can you tell me everything about myself? Don’t I have the right to know? For example, all that Mo Yuqi has done for me in secret!” Wei Feng spoke softly, his tone calm and unwavering.

The moment Jade Treasure burrowed into his arms, she buried her face in his chest, not looking up. Lu Dafa could feel her breath against him, and the warmth of her tears soaking through his shirt.

Li Xun quietly wiped the cold sweat from his brow. Good thing he’d been cautious and had the Heavenly Demon Sword Sect from the southwest take the fall—otherwise, he wouldn’t have gotten off so easily.

The three dismissed the matter, but as Wang Yue drove Li Nan and Fatty back to Lotus University, a group of people appeared behind them.

As the thought flashed by, the divine sense that had delved to the deepest depths of the Bottomless Nether Ring suddenly vibrated. When it grew quiet again, his consciousness was already projected into the mysterious and unfathomable domain of the Nine Hells.

Chu Tiange nodded. The inherent limitations of three-dimensional space and three-dimensional life, the closure of their views on time and movement…

As Chu Tiange’s words faded, the entire classroom fell silent; you could hear a pin drop. The only sound was the swallowing of saliva.

Had she acted overly confident today, assuring Ji Ruan, “No problem, leave it to me,” perhaps Ji Ruan would have been less at ease.

Because their beloved sons were coming home, Father and Mother Ji had finally splurged on some good dishes.

To charge forward and join the main force of the Chinese team meant a chance at survival; to retreat—even if one managed to leap onto the cliff—would mean being stranded and conceding tactical initiative for good.

Luckily, medical care had improved, and now in the capital, with both money and medical staff, there was little reason to be afraid.

Losing last time was one thing—after all, John Sarr, who fought in the last tournament, was only the captain of the runner-up team. The other side’s cunning traps made it nearly impossible for our American players, who simply lacked that kind of deviousness.

Mei Ying never wondered if her “Crow Brother” had already left Anhe Village. As far as she was concerned, wherever she went, she would paint.

She had not yet found all the fluorite she needed, but it seemed she already understood the feeling of being moved, as described by Ji Yueyan.

Cui Yuanlie felt a chill in his heart. Looking at his attack, he realized the harp had absorbed it completely, not wasting a single shred.

Back then, Tu Zhanglangqing had survived seven or eight days in such a hellish place and, determined to die, charged the enemy lines four or five times. When he finally encountered Lin Fengjin, he was struck by a needle as fine as an ox’s hair. Never mind being nearly eighty—he’d have been just as feeble at seventeen.

Such a possibility wasn’t out of the question, but it seemed unlikely; everyone took the airshow seriously, and even last-minute preparations wouldn’t be so haphazard.

The theory behind the Snake-Seeking Medicinal Wine was to fight poison with poison. Snake venom, fierce and overwhelmingly masculine, was a yang toxin. The root of rheumatism, however, lay with the insidious cold poison, formed over time by the invasion of cold and evil energy.

It turned out this fellow was once a charlatan on the streets, a low-level con artist scraping by with deception. But times were hard, and survival was all that mattered.

As the Gundam landed, Rody sprang from the cockpit in a flash, deftly stowing the mobile suit back into his storage space.

Li Junxi pulled out his phone and instinctively found Shen Enzhen’s number, but after a moment’s hesitation, he put it away.

Rong Kaijie straightened his back; having his uncle’s support behind him, he felt a surge of confidence.