Volume One, Chapter 35: Captured

“Sister Su, I’m innocent! I don’t even know who Senior Sister Mo Li is! I have no idea what you’re talking about!” Ji Die shouted, desperate to clear her name. At this moment on the entire Pill Peak, aside from this young woman, only the elders could refine the Dream Recalling Pill. If she didn’t explain herself, even if she managed to gather all the ingredients, she still wouldn’t be able to get the pill made!

“Pretending, are you? Is this you or not?” Su Luo sneered, flinging out a paper portrait that fluttered down right in front of Ji Die. That day, Jiang Mo Li had asked her to look for Ji Die at the Pill Peak, and later even sent her a portrait. The moment she saw it, she recognized the girl as the disciple she’d traded the Breakthrough Pill with. Wanting to stand up for her friend…

A few days later, Zuo Qiu Xu personally escorted her back to Rongjiang’s capital, Zhao City, before leaving that very day. After all, he had state affairs to attend to. He had already been delayed too long by rescuing her and had to return to his duties.

During this time, Ye Liu Yan was endlessly busy, yet she always kept an eye on Zhang Yuan’s situation. Only when Zhang Yuan reached this stage did she finally breathe a true sigh of relief.

“Boss Zhou, there’s no need to be so polite. Just order whatever wine you’d like!” I said stiffly.

“All right, let’s drop the subject. Tonight is New Year’s Eve, the year’s about to end—let’s just enjoy a good meal together!” Du Gu Ling Meng smiled, easing the atmosphere.

Lin Jie Yu bit her lip, watching Pan Zhen’an leave. Her steps felt as heavy as if weighed down by lead; every step was a struggle, and after just four or five, she collapsed on the stairs.

Before leaving Chongzhou, he had wanted to call Du Ruo, but then realized he didn’t even have her number, so he gave up.

Zhang Yun reported the situation to her fiancé, Chu Mutian, at the first opportunity. Halfway through, Chu Mutian was stunned, and when she finished, he exploded.

No matter what others said or how jealous they were, the clothes could never be worn by anyone else, and the emperor only favored Yao Chuxi even more.

I didn’t reply; I just watched her. She was glaring at the villa, cursing under her breath about something or other, but the hatred in her eyes was plain as day.

The strong often strike first, destroying their opponents with overwhelming force; the weak, when taking on the strong, tend to wait, feigning weakness to lure the enemy into a reckless attack, then seizing the chance to counter. But when two evenly matched masters meet, the real challenge is finding any flaw in the other’s perfect defense.

Before entering the jungle, I received a call from the military. After a day and night of interrogation, the counter-terrorism unit finally broke the terrorist’s silence and learned the point of entry for the biochemical weapon. The Hurricane and Wolf Thorn assault teams were already on their way to the border to intercept One-Eye and his cohorts.

Yet, because the Giant Egg had such extraordinary abilities, able to communicate with all living things, Wu Zijian decided to keep it by his side for now, rather than eat it.

With this equipment, I could focus entirely on my enemies. After setting everything up, I sprinkled some insect repellent powder around and on myself.

Qin Yan started, and everyone on the Spurs’ bench stood up to cheer for Whiteside. They could see Bosh was in peak form, but none of them believed their big man would lose. Whiteside was just a little nervous—the Finals atmosphere was getting to him, that’s all.

“Next, it’s your turn, isn’t it?” Lin Xiu said coolly, gazing at the man in black.

The trouble was, as soon as a game started, the Chinese team’s shooters always seemed off, and their aim just kept getting worse as the game went on.

Chang Fei smiled, quietly pushed open the door, and carefully placed his clothes on the familiar spot on the couch.

A spatial black hole leads to the void, while the Nethermoon Break leads to the underworld. They have their differences, but also some things in common.

Looking at his wife, Chang Fei’s heart surged with love. He grabbed her hand and rushed toward the elevator.

Three sword lights pierced the heavens as six Kunlun disciples sped with Wu Zijian toward the Poison Miasma Marsh.

After Lin Yiyi called Uncle Chen for help, Chen Zhi told them to go to the rooftop of the Adia Department Store.

Aida Jiro married Minako for the support of the Hida family. If his wife’s standing in the family declined, his own would suffer as well.

But giving her brother-in-law’s wife a more acceptable reason for her screams only made her already-filial son even more devoted. Even Lian Shan found it both bright and bittersweet.

Tang Xiao was no ordinary person; though inwardly shocked, he didn’t let it show on his face at all.

Huo Junsheng was urging them on, and only then did the audience realize what was happening, breaking into laughter.

They all wanted to charge through and claim the treasure, but it was already difficult to deduce the path forward, and even harder to keep going.

People like that—who would believe someone would target Tang Xiao for no reason? The only certainty was that he was just the executor, not the mastermind behind the plan.

Yang Zhi glared, chasing after him in a huff. After some playful scuffling, they sat back down, each ordering a bottle of wine and starting to drink.

At this point, Lin Yiyi felt as if she’d returned to those days in the store, quarreling with Miyu Fukada all over again.

With those words, a cold glint flashed in Tang Xiao’s eyes. At this moment, he wasted no more words and immediately engaged his opponent.

He was well aware that only by obtaining this original tome could he achieve his grand goal of mastering three paths in one lifetime.

So, calling in an appraiser from Heavenly Power Pavilion was probably an act of friendship, with little or no cost involved.

With the Eight Vajra as its guardians, the Flying Snow Corps would undoubtedly become the number one legion in Infinite Live.

It might have been just the blink of an eye—one moment Li Changlin’s hand barely moved, and the next, his arm swung up to meet Sun Haoran’s fist head-on.

After such analysis, Changqing realized the tide had turned. Neither he nor the Azure Sky Domain could stop it now. If Xiang Yu’s expansionist ambitions weren’t satisfied, he would never let it rest. The current approach was a gesture of goodwill; if he refused, next time Xiang Yu appeared, there would be no such courtesy.

Testing your own people with a lie detector is a complex and troublesome task, not just because the process itself is complicated. Afterward, the suspicion and distance among teammates are a troublesome side effect.

“All right, Da Huang, you’re hardly old enough to lecture me. I’m not the Kirin King yet—I know what I’m doing,” Shangguan Yun Seng retorted impatiently.

Those interesting videos were actually surveillance footage from his life in the wild. The Empire’s propaganda department wanted to turn them into a reality show, but his identity wasn’t a wilderness expert—he was a musician who had fled from the Roman Empire.

I felt a little sad. I’d initially wanted to help Zhou Tianling—after all, in ancient families like mine, monogamy wasn’t essential. But then I wondered, is what I’m doing really right?