Volume 1, Chapter 27: Justice Is Only for the Valuable
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She knelt before the ancestral altar dedicated to the successive forebears of the Chen clan, her expression solemn and composed. With utmost reverence, she bowed three times, then offered incense and wine. Afterward, she watched as the Emperor opened the Chen family register wrapped in yellow silk and solemnly entered her name: Chen Tianjing.
What the old prophet had said left Qin Feng utterly astonished. So Earth was not the only place where life existed. He had never imagined that the vast universe concealed so many secrets.
Only now did he recall the various scenes of trading with others in the demon race’s territory alongside Ziru. It was from that time onward that he had realized the pill refined by his second senior brother was certainly no ordinary medicine.
On the surface, the injury was indeed not serious. The most dangerous part was the poison. Of course, if the assassin had been sent by one of the four of them, how could they possibly not know? But who would ever admit it?
In this cosmic age, magnetic resonance imaging technology had reached an extremely advanced level, and examining a patient’s condition took only a few minutes.
“I keep telling you that you never listen. You’re in poor health, yet you insist on cooking.” Zhan Xi naturally slipped an arm around Cang Li’s slender shoulders and looked down as he spoke.
When He Yunyang first met him, he had been dazzled and captivated by his beauty, determined to bring that stunning young man into his bed. But after several encounters, he discovered that the boy possessed far more than an exquisite face. His intelligence, strategic brilliance, bearing, and elegance were in no way inferior to his appearance.
“Exactly. The so-called heavenly tribulation is nothing but a colossal lie. What heavenly law? What immortal realm? Everything has already fallen into ruin...” After saying this, the old man’s face took on a look of reminiscence.
Li Biao did not move forward either. Fortunately, he was clever. The warships of the Dragon-Tiger Army had only just withdrawn into the sea when the giant crossbows of the Wolf-Coalition Army on shore began firing. The flaming bolts were terrifying as they shrieked through the air and plunged into the water.
Yet the joy in his heart proved impossible to suppress. Cheng Jingzhou ate the meal in a daze, so distracted that he failed even to notice himself stuffing two pieces of pork belly into his mouth in succession.
Han Miao remembered that when he played Dragon Nest and opened the Crystal Pandora’s Box of Flames, there had been an item that allowed him to open many boxes at once. Manually opening twenty boxes was rather exhausting, after all, and opening them consecutively seemed to bring slightly better luck.
Human nature, conspiracies, and overt schemes—all of them had been calculated by him down to the smallest detail. Judging solely from this intricate, multilayered stratagem, Zhou Huan’s ability was already sufficient to rival the Northern Marquis at his peak.
In those days, when Zhou Yecheng pursued the remnants of Southern Zhou to the banks of the Divided Zhou River, he had once used Pearwater Falls as a garrison for an army of four hundred and ten thousand. Even now, the temporary military camp from that time could still be seen.
At that thought, Xie Qingge’s mournful expression grew even more aggrieved. His father assumed that he was upset over possibly losing face the following day and, still believing him to be heartbroken, patted him on the back in consolation.
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Even after fifty days had passed, there were only three million three hundred thousand laws of destiny.
The audience, which had been somewhat noisy just moments earlier, fell abruptly silent. Everyone stared at the dark horse that had suddenly emerged, exchanging bewildered glances.
“Come on. Didn’t you want to obtain a bloodline?” Lu Chenyuan shifted his attention toward the bloodline.
A long tongue of flame shot toward Xia Feng. Xia Feng dodged to the side, and the flame slammed directly into a great tree. The tree exploded instantly, then burst into flames.
“Sir, I’m a talent scout from G Agency. With your looks, you could certainly make a great name for yourself in Japan’s entertainment industry. So, would you consider joining our Gear Agency?” After hearing the man’s introduction, Jin Minghao’s mouth twitched.
“What a pity. From this star chart, there’s no way to tell that the person who killed him was Meng Xuanji.” Xie Zisheng felt rather disappointed. It seemed that even the star chart was not omnipotent.
Although the enemy commander had little presence, he still used the strength of his vast army at this moment to suppress Li Yuanba in the simplest possible way, buying time for his own generals and intending to wear his opponent down through sheer endurance.
Though nothing seemed to have happened today, the unexpected incident and Hua Ling’s emotional breakdown were both rather terrible. He felt even more exhausted than he had the day before.
Li Zixin could only lower his head after being left speechless. “It seems there’s no hope of Big Brother recovering.” His low voice was filled with despair.
As the saying went, there were gods three feet above one’s head, and ghosts three feet below one’s feet. Chasing ghosts had ended with him being struck by lightning—what could he say? Now, all he could do was obediently enjoy this sunbath.
The players of the Shenzhen team prayed on the field. Li Haiqiang prayed at the sidelines. Fei Yu prayed in the locker room. Li Xue’er and Ni Gumei prayed as well. At that moment, countless people were praying.
I have heard that those who possess virtue should be commended, and those of exceptional talent should be rewarded. Fan Su, the Commandant of the Central Yue Lang Army, has guarded the palace with loyalty and integrity, proclaimed virtue, made manifest Our benevolence, and upheld his principles with righteousness, thereby securing the peace of the realm. We hold him in the highest esteem.
Elsewhere, Lin Xue was somewhat puzzled. Then her body suddenly trembled, and Haotian emerged from within her. With a faint sigh, he transformed into a wisp of black air and vanished.
Having successfully recruited Zhang Zhao, the great weight in his heart finally eased for the moment. Zhang Fan ordered his men to take Zhang Zhao away and make proper arrangements for him, then began dealing with another troublesome matter: the proposed marriage alliance with the Lu clan.
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Yu Hao casually slapped Yuan Yuan on the back—more precisely, his arm struck him, protected by the Black Tortoise Armor.
Only then did Ge Yueying return to her senses. She had no time to answer Ye Qiong’s question and merely gave him an instruction.
By the time the three of them reached Immortal Venerable Town, Zhang Meng had already headed for the police station according to plan. Dai Anliu, however, was perfectly fine; he had somehow found his motorcycle and was repairing it nearby. Zhang Shaozhuo could not find Ge Yueying, so he asked Dai Anliu instead.
The city where Saitama lived was City Z. After losing his job, he could only stay in an old, dilapidated district that had long since been abandoned. Because monsters appeared there frequently, the district had been classified as an extremely dangerous area.
Of course, if one merely heard these words, they might sound arrogant. But once Ye Chu said them face-to-face, no one would feel that there was anything inappropriate about them.
Naturally, that was only under ordinary circumstances. If one encountered a great opportunity, even by following only the path of the Ghost Immortal, one could still forge a road reaching the heavens. One’s future achievements would be no inferior to those of a Celestial Immortal.
Nie Qing would occasionally make matters worse, asking Cao Yue to strike a few poses so she could take pictures and post them to her social feed.
“What? I refuse to believe I can’t beat you!” Although the Golden Immortal was startled by the sight before him, the contemptuous sneer of the sinister young man still provoked his fury.
At that moment, the black feather in An Lin’s hand suddenly rang out. At the same time, the powerful member of the Thought Clan who was stepping on Leng Ye staggered violently after being struck by the shot.
He had used the Hundred Birds Clan to temper himself, treating it as a form of self-cultivation so that he could go farther. Now that he knew the matter was impossible, he naturally would not force it.
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