Volume 1, Chapter 51: So, He Rushed Over to Save Her

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“Madam, how are you feeling? Yesterday, President Fu saw you faint and feverish; he was really worried all night. I have never seen him like this...”
“Assistant Lin, don’t speak on his behalf. You know better than I do whom his heart truly belongs to. I should be grateful to him... he saved me last night. But compared to the pain he brought me...”
Gu Xingnian took a deep breath, her eyes bloodshot, a layer of cold frost settling over them. Suddenly, she lost the strength to continue.
Her body trembled slightly—whether from the terror of last night or the pain of her wounds, she couldn’t tell.
Or perhaps... from heartache.
Lin Qi hurried over, fully understanding her distress, and quickly reached out...
Just these few days, I have been so exhausted that calling his name chokes me up, and deep down, I long for him to be by my side. Though I resist his overbearing ways when he tries to help, when I am weary, I want to lean on him. Especially now, more than ever.
Jiang Chenhe placed the inner elixir into the storage pouch, sensing a burning gaze on her back. Without a doubt, it was Siyang.
Sword qi surged like a torrent; everyone's sword radiance was like a gravitational meat grinder, ruthlessly shredding the blood demons that flooded in.
Her hands and feet were bound; she couldn’t move. The resentment was too strong—souls crawling up from hell, bound by curses, exuding a terrifying dark aura.
Su Ruoshui spoke animatedly, using gestures to explain the “Chechi Kingdom’s magical battle” to everyone. All listened intently, fearful of missing a single word.
If Zhang Xun hadn’t helped me recall these memories, my mind would remain frozen on the day Ye Yiding left me, or the day he swung his blade at Zhang Nan, but certainly not during university.
The rules, however, were profound; the Earth level was only just brushing the surface. I flew back directly above the “Pharmacy,” quietly descending, extending my spiritual power into the room. Seeing Wushuang and Xixue watching a movie on the computer, I suddenly felt mischievous and used my spiritual power to lift the computer into the air.
A force striking with the immediacy of life and death crashed onto the advancing shadow. The shadow let out a miserable scream, falling and gouging a bloody trench into the ground.
“Boss, it’s been a long time since we last contacted. I wonder how you’ve been recently?” the Blood Python said respectfully.
The master and disciple watched the battle footage while discussing, making the most accurate judgment on King Longyu.
After emerging from the void, Tang Chen expanded his spiritual awareness, found a quiet place undisturbed by others, and began cultivating in peace.

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The bottle shattered instantly atop Seventeen’s head, exploding into shards of glass.
Han Lengyan and the others were both angry and anxious, but there was nothing they could do. Here were elite warriors and divine rune bearers guarding them, restricting their movements.
Speaking of which, the loud-mouthed fish enthusiast paused. Unfortunately, he was disappointed again—no fishman paid him any attention.
“You... you came after all,” Yan Lengfeng said coldly, staring at a ghostly figure beside his shadow.
The Italian and Lombard infantry, attacking head-on, had never encountered the Normans’ longbow archery. They thought they were dealing with ordinary bows and arrows, so they suffered disastrous losses—over three hundred soldiers were pinned down by volleys of arrows, and hundreds more were wounded.
This lake was surrounded on three sides by mountains; its source was a spring on a sheer cliff face. Beyond that, there was no other water source. Lin Feng did not believe there was any external water source beneath the lake.
“It’s like playing blackjack in your Western world, you know,” Liu Lang said, rubbing his thumb and forefinger together, making a universally understood gesture.
The imbalance of these three soul crab beasts directly caused the complete destruction of their charging formation in an instant.
“Of course there is,” Wu Yangxie smiled, “opposites only mate to reproduce; same-sex love is the true love.”
Zhang Hao didn’t take offense; he looked around inside the Di family’s shop, walked a circle, then left helplessly—not because there was nothing good inside, but because his pockets were empty. Standing by the door, his eyes scanned the surroundings, suddenly brightening with joy.
Wu Junhong was now a Level 3 Mystic Master, feeling naturally superior when walking outside. To be spoken to like this was something he could not accept.
Ye Tian pondered without understanding, while behind him, two white men, Billy and Todd, stared at him in astonishment.
“Yinxue, he just bullied me, what should I do?” In a flash, Yinxue’s eyes glared fiercely at Meng Batian, growling displeasedly. Her wild spiritual power burst forth, and the unicorn glared at Meng Batian with equal ferocity.
“You know the true purpose of the Sun and Moon Empire?” Elder Xuan looked at Dai Huadong, and others also focused their gaze on him.
Pfft! Meng Batian clutched his chest, coughing up a mouthful of blood. The blood radiated scorching heat, instantly evaporating and dissipating into the air.
Meng Jun shook his hand, feeling the chilling sensation vanish. A sharp gleam flashed in his eyes, and in the next moment, he appeared behind Meng Batian, delivering a punch to the back of his head.
Wu Yang nodded, “Thank you for your trust.” You trusted the wrong person—damn it, I’m Wu Yang! Hahaha!

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“Talking as if you’re so noble, but really, you just want Shui Bi, don’t you?” Wan Yuzhi scoffed disdainfully.
The deeper the city’s walls, the deeper the hearts within. Shengjing City’s walls were immeasurable, and so were the hearts of its people inscrutable.
“One time I asked her out, and she asked me where would be fun to go. I suggested going to the video arcade to watch DVDs again.”
“Apologies are enough; I’m not that eager,” Lin Yi said, pulling his foot off Sun Manlou’s body, then brushing the dust from his trousers.
Seeing that the battle’s outcome was no longer in doubt, victory or defeat was just a matter of time. Sun Yimin began to grow impatient and distracted.
Illusions were startled by Kana’s shout and then felt a hand brush across their face.
That jewelry box was brought from the palace, casually taken to hold this red bean bracelet.
The pale white moonlight spilled over the shimmering Qin Lake, the inky black water flecked with gold like scattered dust, endlessly drifting.
The three shared a few laughs before Pang Dahai and the others got up. Luo Fan waved, “Pang Dahai, send this to Minister Zhao.” He handed over Huo Kunwei’s information to Pang Dahai.
He thought: perhaps it’s impossible to completely avoid this kind of scoring distortion, but it can be minimized to the greatest extent.
The ultimate form—truly impressive. There were only a few hundred worldwide, extremely rare, far removed from normal life.
Holding the Book of Fate, Dijing couldn’t help but glance toward Shakyamuni Buddha. His pupils contracted sharply before quickly returning to normal.
The heavenly soldiers and generals clashed instantly, the battlefield spanning millions of miles filled with divine warfare and slaughter!
He couldn’t help but recall his former teachers and classmates. Though memories were somewhat blurred, he could still remember bits and pieces. Thinking of his tragic high school life in the previous life, he sighed deeply in his heart.