34 Eating Grass

"Then come over if you're looking for inspiration," Zheng Yanzhong said for her, accompanied by a bright smile that felt refreshing in the sweltering summer heat.

"The power of space?" Bai Jingshu was stunned. She could not sense a shred of Ye Ge's presence on the arena. As someone proficient in this path, she naturally understood that he had slipped into the void! Yet, he had not activated any demon seals; could it be that he possessed an innate mastery over spatial power?

However, that was not the point. What terrified him most was Chu Hao's talent and his god-like research capabilities. How many years had it taken him to develop this low-cost titanium alloy? One year? Two? Perhaps even as little as six months.

It seemed that China would have to endure the wrath of the Count of Monte Cristo and the vampires—a group that had not been active for several centuries.

...In the room, the remaining twelve members of the eccentric doctors and the maids waited anxiously for Ye Qingjue's decision.

A white blade of energy struck Su Mu's back instantly, carving out a shocking wound. It looked as if he had been struck by a heavy broadsword; his clothes split open, and blood splattered everywhere, staining his garments. A surge of qi and blood rushed up, filling his mouth with the metallic tang of iron.

The Spirit God Emperor held his breath, sensing intently: no matter the level of one's cultivation, without true insight, one could never achieve a genuine transformation from within.

Li Mingxue, having just revealed her true face, felt slightly uncomfortable. After a deep breath, hearing that Su Mu did not praise her beauty but instead asked about the object in her hand, she felt a trace of inexplicable disappointment.

Yet, seeing Chu Hao's confident expression, Li Ling su found she could not bring herself to crush his spirit or force him to face reality.

"Minxu, you were never this kind of person!" Su Ruoyao was furious at her brother's shift in philosophy.

The rankings on this year's Spiritual Perception List had undergone earth-shattering changes. Perhaps it was because of these changes that he was eager to announce them to the world, hoping people would validate his superhuman foresight.

He glanced at Su Shufang with dissatisfaction, as if he had just witnessed the dangers Du Yanwan had spoken of.

After saying this, Leng Duanmeng stepped onto the metal protrusion on the left foot of the mecha before her and inserted her identification tag into a slot near the mecha's heart.

After absorbing dozens of heavy punches, the giant crocodile’s breath grew weak, and it collapsed limply to the ground.

"Lord Zhai, now that the trail has gone cold, what should we do next?" Because the box had been lost while in her possession, Du Yanwan was particularly concerned about how events would unfold.

In a private room on the second floor of the restaurant, the three of them chatted while they ate. This time, no matter what, Lei Aotian would not let Leng Duanmeng drink.

Seeing that Haohao was very fond of his little sister and even shared his most treasured possessions with her, Du Yanwan could not help but laugh.

"Zhi'er, you're alright. That's wonderful." Feng Siyue hugged Jun Chouxin with teary eyes, a heavy weight finally lifting from her heart.

Lei Aotian stared blankly at his left palm, then touched it with his right hand, but he could not feel the "East Wind" mahjong tile.

"What is difficult about this?" Ye Ku’s hands were wreathed in golden light as he sealed the incantation from the Invisible Sword onto a talisman paper.

Watching such a happy and harmonious scene, Nangong Xuan'er felt her eyes grow moist. As long as everyone was together, that was enough; she did not have grand demands.

Good grief, for a helicopter to fly from Huangshan to here and back to Shanghai—only his Ye family had such deep pockets.

"Stop with all the nonsense!" Shaba's fiery temper flared, cutting off Xiao Yunfei's words directly.

"I'm alive again. Who said I, Fang Teng, only had one life?" A naive, innocent smile appeared on Yao Cheng's face, returning to his youth, his voice and appearance shifting along with it.

Ge Chuyang's heart skipped a beat. This was trouble! Once Wang Xiu gained fame and became a notable figure in Shangshui County, he would be truly difficult to deal with! But he did not believe Wang Xiu had the ability. Was the provincial examination really so easy to pass? There were quotas, and although Chenzhou was a large prefecture, it had fewer than fifty spots for the imperial examinations.

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Therefore, no matter what, Mo Yang had to accept this mission—not just to repay a debt of gratitude, but for the sake of Yao Mengyu's safety.

"Is this how you promised to take care of our son?" After saying this, the Mayor's wife left the hospital in her stilettos, simultaneously booking plane tickets for the two children for that very evening.

The next few days were peaceful, until three days later, when news came from the Yanqing Palace that the Princess of Changning had fallen ill. Lin Yuan, with a heavy heart, went to visit, but halfway there, she ran back to grab her own Qiqi to take along.

The streetlights stretched our shadows long, casting them against the ancient blue-brick wall nearby.

"Don't play dumb! You, Xiao Xi, and Wen Yaling are friends. Don't think I don't know that you all used these tactics to smear Xia Wan'an!" Each word was spat out through gritted teeth, dripping with uncontrollable rage.

So, when she caught Qi Chuyang's gaze, she merely assumed the stoic man was checking to see if she really had a high fever; she didn't think much of it.

People often say that fortunes change every thirty years, but this was ridiculous—not even three months had passed, and things had flipped entirely. It was truly a humiliating spectacle.

Xue Zheng watched as Chu Yu's face began to turn pale, but her eyes grew increasingly firm.

"F-four sets? That many?" Xia Wan'an was somewhat startled. It was just getting close to Qi Chuyang; did she really need so many plans?

It was just that Ling Yun's cultivation had reached the high-tier Five-Color Saint level, and the power he erupted with pointed straight to that of a peak Saint, which greatly exceeded his expectations.

Feng Hongge could see that in this Demon Realm, even an ordinary demon soldier was more powerful than the experts of the Human Realm.

"Jinxuan, don't you want to tell him your true identity?" I looked at Jinxuan hesitantly. I found it a bit strange, so I took the initiative to ask. In truth, I mostly wanted to see what kind of scheme this guy was plotting.