Volume 1, Chapter 42: The Opportunity for the Ultimate Foundation Establishment

She knew she was not a good mother—selfish, narrow-minded, and entirely disregardful of her child's feelings for the sake of her own inner desires.

"Twelve percent!" Shen Fan made a concession. While Cheng Lin felt a slight sense of relief, she simultaneously gritted her teeth.

"I'm not angry. If I were always angry, I'd be afraid you'd say I was making a scene out of nothing!" Xia Yongning forced a faint smile as she spoke. Her emotions had suddenly grown so complicated today; she wanted to pretend to be relaxed, but it still seemed rather forced.

Far behind Shen Aotian, loud jeers echoed from a distance, accompanied by the curses and resentment of several clan brothers.

This was a technique from the black witchcraft of Western Hunan, sharing commonalities with the Undying Arts; clearly, these evil methods had the same origin. Unless the needles embedded in the palms of the hands and soles of the feet were dug out, or the practitioner was found to sever the spiritual netherworld path, it would never die.

As for the spicy version, it contained old tofu, oil-seed lettuce, shiitake mushrooms, some pork cracklings, and minced mutton. Individual Sichuan peppercorns were clearly visible within the bright red chili oil. Taking a bite left your tongue practically numb, yet it was also the most deeply satisfying sensation.

Xia Yongning glanced at her indifferently. "I don't have that much time to hold onto grudges!" After finishing the treatment for Lin Yicheng's wound, Xia Yongning placed the medical kit on the coffee table.

"Slayer, listen to me. Their men are rushing over now, but we don't know if there are guards outside. Therefore, your task is to protect everyone, and even more so, protect Qin Xueqing and Lan Yanmei for me. This arduous task is entrusted to you; without you, no one else can accomplish it!" Lin Tian said into the walkie-talkie.

Feng Jiuyou took in every bit of her flustered and uneasy expression, the look in his deep eyes growing increasingly leisurely and indolent.

"A-Chi, I drank too much last night and said too much. You must be annoyed with me!" Having sobered up today, Zhou Wanheng felt a lingering sense of regret over what he had said to Su Yanchi the previous night.

After Leijiang fell, Madam Fang knew her husband was in grave danger. She was as restless as an ant on a hot pan every single day. On the third day, Ruihui returned home dragging an exhausted body and a haggard face. Seeing Madam Fang, she stopped herself, wanting to speak but hesitating.

Jiuhuang had thought these words of hers would surely provoke Zhao Yun into anger. However, ever since she was nine years old, she had lived on Mount Yunmeng with True Person Yunmeng, long accustomed to speaking her mind bluntly without knowing how to be superficially polite or insincere. She never expected that upon hearing her words, Zhao Yun would fall into a prolonged silence.

Could there really be a full seven hundred thousand troops here? The twenty thousand of the Iron Blood faction meant that almost every faction averaged about fifty thousand. The lineup this time could be said to be unprecedentedly powerful. Although such a situation might be encountered many times in the future, at least for now, it was both unprecedented and unsurpassed.

"Luo Qianhan, for some reason, I always feel that we will meet again," Gu Yanyi said.

The old man's death did not cause a single ripple in this fierce battle, for at every moment now, people were dying.

How many powerful beings had to bow their heads before this vast sky, and how many endless lives were buried by this desolate earth? Every fraction of the force beneath his feet gave him the illusion of being able to destroy everything.

Disregarding everything else, Li Nan immediately used that pair of disposable chopsticks to fish food out of the electromagnetic pot, slurping away quite happily.

From initial incomprehension to gradual adaptation, and finally until he encountered that bizarre creature in the fire, the professor finally realized that he was not alone in this world.

Master Tongxuan was already captivated by the beautiful scenery. Sitting on a stone stool, he looked at the snow-covered mountains, shaking his head and swaying in a way that practically lacked only the recitation of a poem.

The red sun rises in the East? A Dream Sage is born in the Divine Land? We are all running hard! We are all chasing our dreams! We are all China's brave dream chasers! Will tomorrow be better?

Fu Damu had fled, leaving Tao Yuming isolated and helpless. With no other option, he too raised his hand. The decision to appoint Cai Wangdong as the deputy director of the Finance Bureau and put him in charge was passed by an absolute majority vote in the Standing Committee.

"It's alright, nothing particularly satisfying, but nothing particularly unsatisfactory either. However... the feeling of coming home is nice, pretty good." Hearing me say this, the World Tree sprite immediately smiled, her melodious voice echoing around me from time to time.

Guo Zhuoshuo knew very well what was going on, his wife knew, and his son knew too, but the family of three only shared private smiles about it. Naturally, he was also entrusted by his wife and son with the full responsibility of comforting the old lady. Every time he came back to visit the two elders, he served as the old lady's dedicated listener.

Unlike the noisy chatter of the previous round of duels, the two combatants in this round both belonged to taciturn personalities. After stating their names, there were no superfluous words; they went straight into battle, and every move they made was a lethal strike.

This was an elderly man in his fifties or sixties, not very tall, around one hundred and seventy centimeters, pot-bellied, and wearing a thick leather jacket. Above a fluffy collar was a ruddy, glowing face, and his slightly graying crown showed signs of slight baldness.

The soldiers of Jingshan seemed to see hope. People automatically gathered around the Wei commander, not allowing the Imperial Guard to get close.

Instead of sitting here, suddenly turning into a monster at some unknown moment, and dying in muddled ignorance.

Shouts came from the surface of the water. Moments later, seeing no hope of putting out the fire, the imperial soldiers and generals on that ship began jumping into the water one after another, falling into utter chaos. Some of them even had their bodies ablaze as they screamed and clumsily plunged into the water.

Regardless of how it came to be, the entire scene was now exceptionally lively. Seeing the arrival of the two big stars, some people couldn't help wanting to step forward and ask for autographs.