Volume 1, Chapter 59: Since She Didn't Clear the Way, How Could Cheng Yan Rise to Power?

"What's wrong? Is the food here not to your liking?" Qiao Silin asked with concern.
"No, I'm full." Cheng Qian smiled indifferently.
Still sipping his soup leisurely, Qiao Silin remarked, "President Li and the eldest young lady of the Cheng family must be getting close to tying the knot. I hear rumors about them everywhere now; they're just one marriage certificate away."
The smile on Cheng Qian's face froze. If she didn't clear out, how could Cheng Yan ever take her place?
Even so, Tantai Jun still laid out his speculations and the information he had gathered, explaining everything in as straightforward a language as possible, trying every means to make Li Zhaoming understand.
I closed my eyes in agony, not even harboring the will to resist anymore. In front of Lord Taishang, I simply had no strength left to fight back. Besides, I was tired—my heart was too exhausted, so tired that I didn't even want to resist. So be it; I would refine pills for him, and that would be the end of it once and for all.
In the blink of an eye, you became a high-ranking officer in Sosa. It felt completely unreal, and you had not yet been entrusted with any specific responsibilities.
The high-ranking officers could not help but whisper among themselves, wondering whether the mysterious disappearance of the second-ranking engineer earlier was the work of a ghost or the assassination of a spy.
However, all of this could only be described as an unspoken rule of the pugilistic world, and no one would ever display such an attitude too overtly. After all, the vast majority of people in the entire martial arts world happened to be these very grassroots wanderers.
The youth surnamed Jiang cast another glance at Yun Bixin, and then his grip on the scabbard relaxed slightly. Old man Chu also breathed a sigh of relief.
Ding Xiong indeed knew very little about the affairs of the martial arts world, far less concerned with these pugilistic matters than his own grandfather. Therefore, at this moment, he deeply believed in Ding Kaishan's conclusion.
Only those who had been hurling abuses now had cold sweat beading on their foreheads, a hint of terror flickering deep within their pupils.
He raised his head slightly, staring directly into Hawkeye's eyes. The killing intent in his gaze surged like two invisible blades straight toward Hawkeye. Hawkeye's pupils constricted, and his hawk-like gaze shattered the murderous aura.
Yun Weiyang's eyes widened, disbelief written all over her face. She hammered frantically at the Moon Demon's arm in an attempt to break free, but it was all in vain.
"Duanmu Ying, is it? Fine, then today this young lady shall test just how formidable your Samadhi True Fire really is. Take this!" With a sudden shift of her figure, she took the initiative to launch an attack.
Lei shook his head with a trace of helplessness at such a person. Then, straightening his shirt, which was slightly rumpled from his frantic run, he stepped outside.
An entity like the Zhou family, having lingered in Hailing City for so long and standing tall, even daring to move against the Zheng family and the Wang family simultaneously—such a ruthless lot, how could they possibly be so easily cowed?
Accompanied by a series of metallic clatter, the dense array of various equipment on the unfurled strip of canvas came into Christopher's view.
Hearing the first half of the sentence, Mu Lixiao had thought Consort Mei was merely exchanging polite pleasantries with her. She hadn't expected such a remark to follow, leaving her completely at a loss for how to respond.
An Zhixian's previous behavior had been extremely bizarre: she hadn't come to cause trouble even when they met at the police station. Logically speaking, upon encountering her father's killer, An Zhixian should have fought her to the death. Moreover, An Zhixian hadn't even attended An Ruhai's funeral, which also struck her as very wrong.
The scene of Feng Qianxi sitting here every morning tidying up his attire automatically surfaced in her mind, and Yun Weiyang couldn't help shuddering violently at the thought.
Also, why did she seem to have such dumb luck today? People were actually fighting to hand her silver; could her fortunes really be turning around?
Not only would he forever lose the chance to break through to the third realm of the Lingshu Sutra, but his own cultivation would also greatly recede. Ultimately, in order to maintain a baseline level of cultivation so he could continue to contribute to medical science and help the next generation break through their cultivation bottlenecks, Great-grandfather had given up on any further attempts.
He hadn't expected the Red Armor's endurance to be so formidable. Yet, how could someone who frequently walks by the river not get their shoes wet?