Volume 1, Chapter 53: Tenderness at the Fingertips

The family members of the patient who needed to sign papers came and went in a constant stream.
The man gazed at her without moving an inch. After a long moment, with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes, he remarked, "Shu Wan, you pack up and leave the moment your business is done. That is hardly the proper way to treat someone who has done you a favor."
Shu Wan slowly exhaled, the chill in the depths of her eyes abating slightly. "In your esteemed opinion, how should I go about it?"
Feng Qian led the carriage forward. Huashuo had already dismounted, yet Qing Rang stepped toward the carriage as if he hadn't seen him at all. Huashuo's steps halted right there as well. The heavy gates of the Fang residence creaked open. Seated inside the carriage, Qing Rang could still hear their polite exchanges. Her ten fingers tightly clutched the food box, sending waves of sharp pain through her heart.
Just as he was inwardly cursing his master—who was clearly at the peak of the Soul Forging stage yet stubbornly refused to teach him the circulation of cultivation laws, choosing instead to go against the grain and place five major seals upon his body—a strange sound suddenly rang in his ears: "Coo-coo-coo—coo-coo-coo—"
Just after Elder Wu took his seat, a deacon stepped onto the martial arts arena and rebuked the somewhat unruly crowd below with a stern shout.
Jiang Han knew this trouble was brought upon him because his concealment of breath was inferior to Su Ziyao's, but he certainly wouldn't point it out and invite discomfort upon himself. Since the other party didn't bring it up, he simply glossed right over it.
As for those maritime wanderers who had no guardians to rely on, their fates were naturally far more tragic, as they were devoured by sea monsters from time to time.
If he were to rely on his undying body and engage in such an unreasonable tactic of trading injury for injury, even someone at the consummation stage of the Blood Refining Realm would meet a bitter end on the spot if they dared to fight him head-on.
Gao Cheng picked up a sword scabbard from the side, sheathed his long sword, and held it in his hand, then selected two more weapons: a long spear and a saber. He kept the long spear for his own use and gave the other two weapons to Gao Tai.
Seeing that the situation was threatening to spiral out of control, Zhang Meng let out a low bark to cut them off, preventing the two from continuing their quarrel.
Lin Tianyao was unaware of the conversation between Blowing Snow and Tiger Head, but after he brought the Three Realms Stone back to the Dragon Celestial Soldier, he wouldn't have to worry about equipment for the rest of his life. The Dragon Celestial Soldier told him that unless he underwent reincarnation and took on new blacksmithing tasks, what he had was more than enough for the time being.
During the preceding ten minutes, Xue Chuan had first put on a bluff, waiting for the drug mixed into the wine drunk by the villagers to take effect, leaving the vast majority of people present in a daze.
I felt deeply depressed by his words, as he seemed completely unable to recognize me. Nor had I figured out whether I should reveal my identity right now, because after all, I was entirely clueless about the overall situation in my heart. I had no idea whether exposing myself would trigger unforeseen upheavals.
Soon afterward, detachment after detachment of the Huashian army charged in from the flanks, and Sheyema also galloped up swiftly, cutting diagonally across the chaotic escape routes.
Mo Wen estimated that if the thunder force within his body could be reduced by twenty percent, he would be able to independently resist the destructive power inside, gradually force the thunder force out of his body, repair his physical form step by step, and make a full recovery before long.
The lakebed dropped sharply and was extremely steep. Anything that slid down would not be pushed back up when the tide rose. If he hadn't weighed it down with stones at the time, it would definitely have remained in the deepest part of the center of the lake.
Walking at the front was a rather peculiar-looking young man. He was neither particularly tall nor short, but as he drew closer, Lu discovered that the fellow had a hunched back, which completely ruined what would have otherwise been a rather ethereal and scholarly demeanor.
Ning Ji tumbled on the ground and was still charging back forward, while Min Chuyi skimmed low across the ground following the momentum, shifting toward Chen Fan's flank and rear. Only then did Chen Fan's sigh finally ring out.
These bandit troops possessed a certain degree of military experience and baseline military discipline, so they hastily constructed some rudimentary fortifications, preparing to put up a stubborn resistance and hold out for reinforcements.
Murong Qingran sneered once more. "Bai Mei'er, is that all the courage you have? Hmph, and you still dare to go against our sect master."