Chapter 48: What Can a Man Possibly Sell?

"Don't hit me, it hurts, it hurts so much."
"It'd be better if the pain killed you! Isn't it just that your son has a bit of stinky money? How dare you expect me to wait on you. I'm going to teach you a lesson today for soiling yourself everywhere!"
"Stop hitting me, please don't hit me..."
Yan Ningxi's expression tightened. Without a second thought, she immediately knocked on the room door.
Sure enough, upon hearing the sound inside, the person seemed to stop what they were doing, and the old man's voice was no longer heard.
Unlike fellow alchemists who weren't as willful as Qianqian and had to busy themselves refining spirit crystals—refining them meant they could be absorbed, and absorbing them meant growing stronger.
Duanmu Dezhen felt as though she had slept for a very long time. Her body was sore and achy, and when she opened her eyes, she wasn't quite sure where she was. After a long while, her calm gaze slowly found its focus as she recalled her current situation.
Damn it all, she had only ever heard of people being killed in spiritual combat, never of someone having their throat slit and their head severed the moment the fight began.
As long as Mingzhu heard everything was fine, that was all that mattered. Lately, she had no idea what Her Ladyship was up to; she acted as if she had something weighing heavily on her mind, which made her quite jealous. How wonderful it would be if Her Ladyship could just keep her eyes on them all the time, sigh.
Xu Zhihu's expression remained ordinary, though he subconsciously glanced at Xun Gufeng. Seeing his expression open and untroubled, he relaxed his mind. Staring at a face like that day in and day out, it was only right to change things up for a different flavor once in a while.
Was one not allowed to build up strength slowly and burst forth with potential? As for those who achieved breakthroughs early on only to show little subsequent improvement, so what of it?
Uncle Wang walked over to the doorway, saw her off into the carriage, and waited until the vehicle had rolled out of the courtyard gates before turning back to re-enter the main hall.
Yun Jue listened as Mofu spoke about the situation on the front lines, while Yun Yueyuan, sitting beside her, silently peeled a fruit and pressed it into her palm, saying nothing.
Nowadays, there were quite a few imperial princes within the court capable of rivaling the Crown Prince, but the Emperor was currently at the zenith of his power, and although the Crown Prince had already been formally invested, his position had never once been shaken.
Although Qi Xuanji was curious about the countless secrets hidden within the Myriad Heavens Palace, his cultivation level was simply too low. Having obtained a star core at this point was already a supreme stroke of fortune, so he turned around, exited the Myriad Heavens Palace, and headed toward the Pill Palace.
Perhaps specifically to deal with and keep Long Qingchen in check, Long Jinyuelan had cultivated this ultimate technique.
Yet out popped a certain Eighth Lady Mu, who simply refused to learn no matter what. No matter how she was taught, graceful movements performed by others would, when applied to her, appear utterly stiff and as fake as could be.
Gu Wan stood quietly at the front gate, and he too stood just an arm's length behind her, uttering not a single word nor urging her onward.
"I'll just share one with you," Mo Shaodong said with a nod, looking completely unconcerned. Ye Li was utterly speechless; she had known all along that Mo Shaodong would say something like that. Very well, he didn't mind sharing, but if anyone were to see them sharing a single mess tin in the cafeteria, she truly feared she would be drowned in the spittle of Mo Shaodong's female admirers.
In the midnight sky, even the bright moon seemed somewhat weary, summoning dark clouds to take its place and stand guard. A figure quietly slipped into Xu Yunchao and the others' room. Perhaps even the heavens were helping him, for the room's door was actually unlocked. He gently pushed it open and slipped sideways inside.
Gu Wan pressed her fingertips to her brow, feeling that there was no longer any need to listen further. Matters of this sort ought properly to be handled by a man. She turned on her heel, tightened her cloak around her shoulders, and prepared to head home, where three little boys were still waiting to be coaxed to sleep.
When she left the Liu Corporation's skyscraper, she caught one final glimpse of Liu Tianqing. He was still the same as he had always been. After everyone else had left the rooftop, he stood alone, blocking Ye Li's path, holding in his hand a snow-white handkerchief.
Seeing them draw closer and closer—close enough that they could already make out the densely packed figures on the opposing decks and the glittering weapons in their hands—everyone could not help drawing in a sharp breath. There truly were far too many of these people.
Regardless of whether they were friend or foe, in those days they never played petty tricks. Even if they fought until the heavens and earth were turned upside down, leaving themselves bruised and battered, or even perishing in the process, they never resorted to underhanded schemes.
Yet he was truly afraid, even more afraid than before. He knew very well that having been personally raised and tutored by the Grand Empress Dowager, the moment the Grand Empress Dowager passed away, he would be the next one to die. No matter how precocious and mature he appeared for his age, he was still just a nine-year-old child; in the face of death, it was inevitable that he would lose his composure.