Chapter 44: Overflowing with Vinegar

Realizing that her mental power had increased, Hua S S felt a surge of excitement and said, "My mental power has reached level three now. Can you all see the outside clearly now?"
The others: "......"
In the end, Xin Bai couldn't bear to let her down, nodded, and replied, "We can see clearly."
Hearing this, Hua S S smiled triumphantly. "That's great. My mental power is at level three now, so none of you can look down on me anymore or say that I can't even clear a path for—"

Shi Xie felt a bit dejected upon realizing he couldn't plant his own people around Zhou Yu. Although the position of Merits Officer was high, if the commandery governor chose not to employ you, there was nothing you could do. Since the words had already been spoken, taking them back was difficult, and he could only wait for an opportunity. With this thought, Shi Xie hospitably urged drinks upon him and chatted about classical studies.

Hearing her say this, the others nodded one after another and sat down on the ground. Some of the injured students began to emit low groans.

With a snap, Chen Tian slammed it shut, a row of dark lines instantly forming on his forehead. Was this fellow treating him like a pharmacy?

Wu Xi's lifestyle and mode of operation were vastly different, so it was only natural that he looked down upon them. Yet, there was nothing he could do, for this was the other party's set of rules, permitted even by the emperor and stipulated by the law—it was entirely legal, leaving Wu Xi with nothing to say.

He merely felt that there were still good people in this imperial court, and that their fates ought not to be like this, yet they had somehow been reduced to the status of someone else's slaves.

With this thought, Yang Jinxin could not stop herself from trembling. Was this Jinling also destined to endure a purgatory-like, profound suffering?

This indeed posed a dilemma. This residence had been uninhabited for a long time; aside from wine and food, even water, rice, and firewood were completely lacking.

When Hua Lingsheng stepped out of the garrison commander's mansion, he felt a layer of cold sweat coating his back. The documents, having never been copied, were recognized just as he had anticipated. Inwardly, he grew anxious, filled with a deep sense of guilt toward Yang Jinxin.

He harbored far too many doubts and confusions. Who was Qin Xun? What was his connection to the former Chen family? Who was pursuing him from behind, and who were those people? The ancestor had spoken of ten years—why would those people come looking for him after a decade? And why?

Because of those two words, Xiang Yi's chest began to pound violently. She hurriedly pressed a hand against it, feeling that if it kept beating like this, she would sooner or later die of an excessively high heart rate.

With a single hand, he propped himself against the wall behind Xiang Qing, caging her within his arms. His seductive face drew closer to hers, ambiguous inch by inch, until it finally stopped at a distance of merely half an inch from her breath.

Yet previously, whenever the two of them remained quietly together, their hearts were closely linked as well; uttering even one more word felt entirely superfluous. At this very moment, though they were once again so close, their breathing no longer shared the same rhythm as before, and their hearts were separated by the distance of ten thousand mountains and rivers. They longed not to be silent, but had already run out of words to say.

An irrepressible flame of anger flashed through Lu Luochuan's eyes. He quietly watched Xiao Shaofeng for a moment, and suddenly, with a swift left hook, he smashed it fiercely into Xiao Shaofeng's left cheek.

Casually gesturing toward Li Youji and the other two, Ye Feng said indifferently, "Ever since I, Ye Feng, left Chuyun Mountain, the ghosts of my foes under my sword have been countless. I certainly won't mind slaying a few more trash."

Knowing Pei Shuyi's dream, he had enrolled her in an art academy in Japan after the college entrance examinations. He had made a promise: whatever she wanted, he would give it to her.

As for myself—a core figure within the Right King's faction—I had been completely unaware and kept entirely in the dark throughout the entire process. This clearly demonstrated his distinctly calculated, dual-help attitude.

The master of the City of Ten Thousand Ghosts was called Soul Devourer. Although he usually maintained a low profile in the chaotic seas, no one dared to ignore his existence. Everyone knew that anyone in the chaotic seas could be provoked, but Soul Devourer was the one exception—a clear testament to his formidable prestige.

Let alone the others, even Ye Ling, who was always calm and poised, could not help but reveal an expression of astonishment in the face of this bizarre scene. Especially when she saw clearly the miniature bow and arrow held in Meng Hao's hand, a thunderbolt seemed to strike from above, scorching her thoroughly both inside and out.