Volume 1, Chapter 26: Did Jiang Kexin Succeed?

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry, Brother Beichen! I—I didn't mean to!"

She hurriedly pulled out a tissue and began to dab at the wet patch on his chest in a flustered and clumsy manner.

Fu Beichen lowered his gaze to look at his shirt before lifting his eyes to meet her panic-stricken face.

"It's fine."

His tone was flat and devoid of emotion, making it impossible to tell if he was pleased or displeased.

"I'm going to change."

But if such a mechanism were to be completely replaced—if thoughts and calculations were instead performed by utilizing the complex interconnections within the micro-universe of the body—that would be terrifying.

Under these circumstances, even if the spider silk were to pierce the Golden Core Yin Demon again, it could hardly be credited to the Spider-Scorpion of Doom.

Fortunately, just as Ji Jingxi had said, Yang Qian was easygoing. She let the matter go after a moment's thought; by the time she lay down that night, she hadn't even replayed it in her mind twice. Her thoughts were entirely consumed by the ritual proceedings and Ji Jingxi's advice about avoiding suspicion, and she drifted off to sleep while pondering them.

At least the danger posed by Black Jason was overt, whereas Lu Haodong gave Chen Bao the impression that he had already reached the level of a master strategist. He belonged to that breed of person who fancies themselves capable of controlling the entire machinery of the world. His current maneuvering gave Chen Bao the distinct sensation that he was bringing the world entirely under his grasp.

What on earth was the master of this alien puppet? Why had he left such a trace of vital energy in its body, only to leave behind the remark, "Those destined shall obtain it"?

After the energy of the hammer swept through, the monster was pulverized into dust, returning once more to the earth and the soil.

Hearing this, Gu Xiangjun understood why the Xie family had only this one daughter, though none of that was a problem.

The Wang couple treated Zhou Ze-kai even better than before. Having confirmed that he was undoubtedly a young master from a prominent family, they realized that even if he had fallen on hard times, he was not someone their kind could hope to associate with. Thus, after the New Year, when spring arrived and they heard of his plans to head for the capital, they felt a sense of inevitability, as if it were exactly as they had expected.

It would have been fine if Lady Feng had simply learned to stand on her own, but no one could endure that look of sorrow she wore for over a decade. Exploiting the Empress Dowager’s guilt, the entire Marquis Feng estate had set their sights on the palace. Over the years, the nephews of the Feng family, Concubine Feng in the palace, and Consort Feng of Prince Yan’s estate—which of them hadn't benefited immensely from the Empress Dowager?

Of course, Li Lechen had felt uncomfortable with this future hospital for a long time, ever since he had toured their "medical resources."

Mu Ranran had intended to stop them; how could they be so wasteful? Giving three children thirty thousand taels of silver to spend—how could that be allowed?

Above these leaders stood the head of the Qingshan Gang, who was rumored to possess the cultivation of the Body Tempering Realm and was incomparably powerful.

Why must you, with your tender heart, always be so kind, even though they have committed unforgivable, monstrous crimes against you, their gentle mother? Yet, with tears overflowing, you still bit your lip, ultimately unable to bring yourself to strike down your beloved child.

Su Mingyu, basking in the rain and sunlight, suddenly heard the familiar voice of Xiling Yue calling her. Her clear, bright eyes snapped open, and she turned her head to look at Xiling Yue with a radiant smile.

Hearing the chatter rising from all around him, the youth grew even more agitated and hurriedly shouted out loud.

Li Qianyong, upstairs, heard this and quickly draped herself in a black-purple overcoat, slipped into a pair of black leather boots, and walked down to see Lin Yu off.

To open one's mouth like a lion and demand fifty taels of silver for a pile of trinkets worth barely a few taels—it was truly infuriating.

Upon returning to the estate, there was no need to ask; Mu Ranran went straight to the kitchen and began to busy herself with the feverish work of cooking.

Therefore, when faced with Wang Jiayu’s words, she felt a strong sense of agreement and did not think for a moment that it was because her own deductive abilities were lacking.

"You only manifested your spirit because you caught my scent." He paced toward Bai Yu, placed the white dress he was holding onto the bedside table, and naturally pulled Bai Yu into his arms.