Volume 1, Chapter 61: He Donated an Entire Building for You?

He was probably just here to watch Cheng Yan's speech.

Moreover, the experimental building he donated was built entirely using new technology, new energy sources, and eco-friendly materials, all because the woman he loved most had graduated from this very place and soared into the world.

Cheng Qian felt a bitter ache in her heart, yet she was utterly helpless.

She could only redouble her efforts to research the medicine that would help her win custody of the child.

"Victory to the Xiaoyao Palace! Victory to the Xiaoyao Palace!" A group of people cheered as they leaped onto the roc, their gazes sharp and focused ahead.

To traffic in salt, one naturally needed skilled helmsmen to steer the ships, and these Japanese pirates were most often pressed into service for that very purpose.

By now it was noon, and many scholars were emerging from the academy's assembly hall to dine at nearby restaurants. Finding the food in the hall's cafeteria virtually unpalatable, they preferred to treat themselves to a decent meal outside.

Yet her plans hit a snag this time around, because Ning Yunyou simply refused to play according to the script she had laid out.

From the pinnacle of the Thirty-Three Heavens, one could overlook the entire primordial expanse. At this moment, the primordial world was a landscape of overlapping mountains and rushing rivers. Because no single region had yet elevated into an extreme prominence, numerous great rivers pooled into vast lakes spanning hundreds of thousands, or even millions, of miles across the basins.

With a sudden flash of movement, he reappeared in various corners of the Earth's spatial domain. After observing the developments within, he felt immensely satisfied with the progress before withdrawing from the space entirely.

The straight, jetting beam of white light resembled the flying sword of a legendary celestial swordsman. With a flash of chilling radiance, it split the lunging shadow directly in half.

The scene of the routed Black Feather Army being beheaded before their camp the day before was still fresh in their minds. If they failed to locate the Martial Guard Army, they would meet the exact same fate.

Zheng Chenheng's date was with Cong Huifang. Because Xichen had moved back home to live, Zheng Chenheng had not seen Cong Huifang for several days in order to put on a good performance. Today was the birthday of Cong Huifang's father, and she had called him early in the morning to invite him along, mentioning there would be a banquet in the evening.

Yet Lu Shu was oblivious to all this; he only knew that his neighbors were looking at him with rather strange expressions. To be honest, it was not as though people had never witnessed battles between practitioners—footage of such conflicts could be found all over the Foundation's forum—but when bloodshed actually occurred right on their own doorstep, a sense of panic was inevitable.

Under the immense force of the explosion, the Axe Monarch's internal Qi scattered throughout his body, his spiritual battle-axe slipped from his grip, his entire form turned charred black, and he spat out a large mist of blood.

At this moment, one could see that half of the Chiyou King Serpent's head was gone, leaving behind only a single eye and half a mouth, while the other half was a mangled mess of flesh and blood, looking exceptionally horrifying.

This was a moment for bargaining. Of course, Tianmo thought to himself with a chuckle: trying to bargain with me, are you?

"You said it yourself. Is it true that you'll grant me whatever I want?" Hearing White Butterfly say this, a victorious, scheming smile instantly bloomed across the White Elf's face.

However, as his gaze swept across Chu Yan's entire body, upon catching sight of the faint trace of crimson at the corner of Chu Yan's mouth, his expression instantly hardened, a chilling and sharp glint flashing through his eyes.

I'm afraid that the moment I dared to make a move, not to mention Patriarch Bodhi refusing to let me off, even that monkey would prove to be an extremely troublesome entity to deal with.

Wei Jie's words echoed once more, though this time his thoughts drifted to Yan Mengmeng, recalling every little detail of how they had met, come to understand one another, and finally stayed together. He could not help but speak from the heart, his tone failing to conceal a deep undercurrent of sorrow. He wondered what their ultimate fate would end up being.

To make her flare with rage, to drive her to fury and unleash a torrent of murderous intent, yet leave her utterly incapable of killing this detestable fellow—when this emotional state reached its absolute peak, that was precisely the moment Xiang Yu would shift his strategy once again.

"As you wish. Oh, and find some time to sort through the paintings in your room and bring them over to me; I'll deal with them for you. Although these objects can temper the Buddhist heart, letting them circulate outside is still improper after all." Kshitigarbha instructed Tang Monk before turning to leave.