Volume 1, Chapter 60: The Younger Uncle Applies for a Job at Song Wanxi's Company

During the pharmaceutical fair, Song Wanxi was pulled in every direction. Leaving early and returning late, she was dizzy and overwhelmed with work.

You Jin was busy too.

The two of them operated on completely staggered schedules, leaving and returning at different times, to the point where they barely caught a glimpse of each other.

Once Song Wanxi got through this hectic rush, the company's business improved somewhat. Realizing they were short on sales personnel, she decided to recruit a couple more sales representatives.

Gu Zhaoci glanced slightly at Huang Rong, who was already brimming with visible rage, unable to contain herself any longer. He said softly, "Mei Chaofeng, Chen Xuanfen met his end at the hands of a six-year-old child; it truly must have been destined by fate. Despite his body of bronze and iron bones, impervious to swords and spears, he was ultimately pierced right at his vulnerable soft spot by a single knife. Is this not the will of heaven?"

Early the next morning, after waking up and hearing that they had actually gone out for a late-night snack with Zheng Zhong the previous day, Zhou Dawei flew into a rage, yelling and screaming in exasperation.

Lu Yao grinned widely. Life was becoming increasingly wonderful, and he finally had a stable source of points.

"I hope the subordinates of the Spirit Hall can return as soon as possible, sparing them the misery of a life of constant rushing and toil," Tang Xiao remarked once more.

Some decided to unite multiple teams to form a collective force, aiming to wipe out the majority of the dispersed enemies on the island first before engaging in internal competition.

As long as Grandmother refused to compromise for a single day, the issues between them could never be resolved.

The weather was very cold, and Fu Yiyun planned to drive over, but the receptionist told him that the streets at the next two intersections were so narrow that cars simply could not enter.

Seeing this golden arm once again, especially after the opponent had crushed his mount to death, the barbarian chieftain could no longer suppress the fury in his heart and charged forward with a roar, swinging his heavy club.

The car Fu Yiyun had driven there in the morning was nowhere to be seen, but a new car had appeared in the courtyard, presumably just driven over by Zhang Ming.

To bring the awakened spirituality into complete harmony with his own mind and soul, Dugu Bo opened his mouth and spat out a flame interwoven with silver and green, which was none other than his own Zhaoyou Fire.

This information was not entirely unknown, but it was scattered in fragments, and no one could easily grasp the full picture. Neither the imperial family of the Central Plains human race nor the higher-ups of various sects had ever pieced these events together or noticed the existence of this dark secret belonging to the Ghost Owl tribe.

Though he claimed to be embarrassed, no trace of embarrassment could be discerned on his face.

At this moment, the scenery before them suddenly opened up, and the air became much fresher, though the entire sky remained shrouded in a grayish haze due to the corrosion of the evil energy.

Having left the God-Severing Pass, Sels and the others found the lush, green environment filled with birdsong and fragrant flowers immensely enjoyable.

Among the three pieces of equipment on the ground, aside from one ordinary white-tier item, the other two glowed with a fiery red hue, inscribed with ancient patterns.

The previous Dao boat was not yet perfect; this time, Tang Feng strived for perfection. A few months later, Tang Feng's greatest warship was completed in all its glory.

Mikoto's weakness was her inability to use her powers continuously at high intensity. Pushing past her limit would cause her to enter a state where she could no longer fully use her abilities—the "I'm out of juice" state. As for her name consecutively ranking first in *This Light Novel Is Amazing!* for five years and winning the top spot seven times, it didn't really matter whether that achievement was mentioned or not.

"Seventy is seventy, then. Let's just consider it making a friend, and I'll take a bit of a loss this time." The Vietnamese man realized that if he didn't quit while he was ahead, this deal would fall through completely. Nodding helplessly, he handed the cowhide in his hand over to the flowered-snake man beside him.

The only thing that was genuinely troublesome was the Gate of the Netherworld opened by Gui Xuanyin. This kind of power could not be measured by the cultivation realm of any practitioner.

At that time, I was in the third year of senior high school, two months away from the national college entrance examinations. Having been crushed by pressure as early as the third month of my senior year, I indulged in various gaming worlds every day, so this quote had a profound impact on me. It even sustained me through the final two months of senior year, keeping me from regretting my future.