Volume 1, Chapter 51: Strutting Through the Streets, I Am Trading for Food!

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Lin Feng suddenly emerged from the white mist, startling the three people present. When Bai Lu saw it was him, her eyes were filled with surprise—not because they were acquaintances meeting, but because his condition was unexpected. His complexion was rosy, his posture upright, his clothes neat and clean, his hair well-groomed, and he did not look emaciated at all. Was this someone who had been starving? Impossible! Looking at the others, their faces were sallow and gaunt, their eyes lifeless. Even she, who had carefully dressed up, appeared in better spirits than Lin Feng, though her eyes were bloodshot and her skin yellowish. What amazed Bai Lu even more was that in this apocalyptic world, Lin Feng looked even more handsome than before. As a fitness instructor, she could tell at a glance the condition of his physique... The Silver-Scaled Leopard Monarch’s eyes flickered with a hint of astonishment, then under Wu Di’s smile, it curled its forelimbs and lowered its noble head. What even Wutian admitted was that compared to the dual-lotus incarnation, he lacked talent: before reaching Da Luo, the dual-lotus incarnation had no boundary barriers; with enough spiritual energy and time, it could achieve the Da Luo Golden Immortal stage—a feat requiring incredible talent. Actually, Li Fei was also assessing local prices, roughly estimating that on Fangyuan Star, high-grade arts usable at the Formation Core stage would cost about the same, or even more, as sellers were fewer. Wu Shun’s idea was good, but somewhat presumptuous. The tense armies of Yuan and Cao were stealthily approaching Hangu Pass, operating under the cover of night. Like Mu Feng, they did not explain the techniques word by word, but demonstrated them personally when Mu Feng was confused, letting him comprehend and break through on his own. Su Nan’s eyes grew cold; the person lurking in the shadows was too dangerous, hiding, moving mysteriously, and several times nearly tricked him. “It seems the big ghost eye I saw in Guizhou was actually Ming’s!” Su Nan thought. At that time, he only found the gaze familiar; only now could he be certain.

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The belt around her waist cinched a slender, delicate waist, perfectly outlining her figure. The moment she appeared from the elegant chamber, all eyes in the hall were fixed on her. Although my original plan was to keep a low profile and avoid exposing my identity—since Wan Wusheng was controlled to kill me, it was obvious that my existence had already alarmed the hidden puppeteer. Although the Wan Clan Academy’s assessments were fair, examiners were human, with preferences and inherent biases; he remained silent, slowly pondering. Lin Feng and Xia Mengmeng didn’t know that when they entered the villa, Wu Lanlan had inadvertently seen them. Liang Yuan grew worried, reasoning that Jiang Jinran was just a teenager; surely those few needles weren’t a joke? Although Li Erzhu was momentarily confused, he understood that Wei Zhiqiang recognizing him meant matters today would not be easily resolved. This is the Great Wei, or rather, every prosperous dynasty seems unable to escape such a structure. One important reason for Li Shifei’s happiness was that on this trip north to compile manuscripts, he had met no fewer than twenty writers. The two enjoyed themselves thoroughly; after this, they embraced and slept until dawn. He felt that if he didn’t speak up now, the topic might veer wildly off course. Then he saw that just now, Si Guangyao seemed to whisper something to boss Kong Shiping. Wen Muning dared not stop; the previous attack was a sneak strike, and now that the beggar was wounded, she stabbed him a dozen more times until he lay motionless. Tao Yumo’s first act upon arrival was to take a hot bath. The overseas Chinese apartments supplied hot water from morning till night, making bathing incredibly convenient—no more squeezing into public bathhouses, no worry about water usage. The universe’s material resources far exceeded Earth’s; the mineral wealth of Europa was incomparable to the increasingly depleted Earth, making it an ideal production base. “Oh honey, slow down! Breakfast is ready. Wash your face first; I’ll bring it upstairs right away,” Hu Yao said, glancing back at Yi Min standing on the balcony, his smile never fading. These days, he had done little else but escort and attend to his wife’s every move. Feeling the gaze from the future, Nagato hurriedly averted his eyes; he seemed unwilling to let anyone look directly into them. “Robert, is she the level 84 shaman priestess you mentioned?” Jessica asked while appraising Yan Fei. It seemed this girl, though not yet married in, was already meddling in personal matters, but she did it for her own good. Seeing Yang Xiaoshuang’s flushed face, Yan Fei smiled wryly, uncertain whether his decision was right or wrong.

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It had been some time since leaving Qianliu Peak; no one knew whether the great dragon clans, led by the Dark Dragon tribe, had established a new ruling center in the demon realm. Liu Yuzhi was shocked and hurriedly rolled down the car window. He also rolled down his window and leaned out, only to discover a dense mass of people not far ahead. Chu Huo opened his mouth and spewed a stream of jade-green flames; the fire, like a living serpent, flew toward the Nine Absolutes Ancestor, scorching the void with a hissing sound—immensely powerful. The horse-slaying blade left only a white scar on Ji Chengche’s arm, unable to pierce his skin. Chen Youyi saw the true nature behind He Miaomiao; whenever He Miaomiao spoke, Chen Youyi retorted, but her coughing was severe, and after a few sentences, she felt sharp chest pain from the exhausting effort. He struck wildly with his staff, smashing all around. The Dragon-Subduing Staff enhanced his mana; after dozens of blows, the invisible barrier wavered, about to break, and Yang Jiong was on the verge of escaping the seal. Even though the final decision rested with Chen Youyi, she could not control what others thought. Spirit stones accompanied the rocks; Yang Jiong’s divine sense probed down about five hundred zhang, finding dense veins of spirit stones. Below five hundred zhang, his divine sense could no longer reach. Yu Siming remained sullen and silent, a stark contrast to the shameless behavior that had dragged her here earlier. For the Qing forces, although they had conquered many Ming counties and plundered substantial supplies and civilians along the way... Facing hundreds of thousands of bandits outside the city, their ammunition would soon run out, making the situation even more precarious. Chen Youyi’s heart tightened—could it be that these people disliked chili simply because it was their first taste? Yang Jiong said, “Zhuoyang is fine, currently recuperating at the market.” The two chatted as they gradually ventured deeper into the Forest of Decay. Bubbles rose one by one until nearly a hundred meters above the sea surface, then burst with a pop. From the burst bubbles emerged a blue-gray substance, drifting in the cold sea breeze and tinting the surface green. Old Wu hastily rose, leaning on his cane, and said to me, “Come speak with me over there; don’t disturb the other teachers here.” I guessed he wanted to settle matters quickly, lest I reveal something inconvenient for others to hear.