Volume 1, Chapter 33: Let Me Show You My Ability

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Arriving at the company, Shu Ya opened the car door and hopped forward on one foot.

Fu Jinyan had originally intended to leave, but seeing her like this, he couldn’t help but frown. Two seconds later, he also got out of the car and helped support her arm.

“Master Fu, you...” Shu Ya’s eyes widened in shock.

Everyone has flaws; there are no saints in this realm. Even Confucius was only honored as a sage after death.

One of the Four Heavenly Emperors in Taoism is formally known as the “Supreme Emperor of the Southern Pole of Gouchen’s Upper Palace,” also called the Heavenly Emperor, the Supreme Taiji Emperor, or the Gouchen Heavenly Emperor.

Unexpectedly, Madam Wang was also in the East Courtyard at this moment. Rui Xi had brought Ye Luan to the back courtyard, overhearing voices from the main hall, though the whispers were too faint to discern.

From the moment of birth, he was faced with a harsh reality. Confronting it head-on, he declared: “In my past life, I pursued immortals and deities wholeheartedly. In this life, I will no longer cultivate immortality, gods, or demons. I will cultivate only the妖. From today on, my name is Lang Hongxiang.”

Instead, today, Mo Fan invited them all to a meeting, warming their hearts somewhat. At least Mo Fan considered them his own.

“Then why are you attacking me now?” Li Donghai’s voice trembled with fear and meaning. No one in this world is unafraid of death.

There was also a piece of pitch-black material, resembling charcoal. This caused a pang in Mo Fan’s heart, though his face remained unchanged. He picked up a storage ring and casually took the piece of charcoal.

The earthquake affected an area over a hundred thousand miles wide, causing mountains to collapse, the earth to crack, rivers to be torn apart, lakes destroyed, and floods to surge.

Above it was a QR code, which, when scanned, could be used as currency in Zhang Donghai’s gourmet delicacy online store.

After passing by seven or eight teachers, they finally reached Luo Ban’s dormitory. Luo Ban invited the three inside to sit and quickly poured tea.

“Xing Ziling, Ximen Yizui, Li Yangchun, are you all well? Today, I, Zhang Cuixu, will slaughter you as easily as killing chickens and dogs!” The young man’s confident smile appeared on his face. Having left the secular world for three years, he was eager.

That silver thief’s lightness skill was exceptionally skilled. Sensing danger, he suddenly shifted his footwork and slipped away like an eel.

“We entered through the main gate. You haven’t answered my question yet,” Jialin said with displeasure.

Damn, everyone was stunned, especially Dagu Da, who was clueless about what these people were talking about. Sudan, however, began to understand. Damn it, they were accusing me of stealing Dagu Da’s money?

Upon entering the classroom, seating in university classes was flexible; students sat wherever they liked, though usually dorm mates sat together.

Night gradually fell, the sky darkened as if dyed with ink, against the backdrop of countless sparkling stars. The moon hung high, serenely shedding its pure, snowy light. The earlier chilly breeze softened, becoming as gentle as a warm eastern wind.

Seizing the moment, Xu Ruoxue sprang forward. She pushed her agility to the limit, moving with subtle, unpredictable shifts. Her longsword weaved continuously, never leaving the general’s eyes.

But today, upon waking, he suddenly realized he didn’t need to do anything, nor did he want to.

“Feverish and resting,” Xia Huanhuan slapped Xi Yi, who was stunned by the blow. She glanced at Xia Huanhuan, who ignored him and instead gave him a pill.

Shou Zhenzi held a torch, walking ahead. The flames licked his beard, yet strangely, his beard did not catch fire. Despite holding the torch, Shou Zhenzi shivered violently, his teeth chattering.

“Tong’er, this is our fate. No one can change it. Since it cannot be changed, we must accept it willingly!” Tong’er’s mother calmly advised, as though the scars coursing with green blood had nothing to do with her.