Volume 1, Chapter 51: Master Fu is So Proudly Delicate

Shuya laughed with a hint of irritation.

However, this old man, having discovered the hotel’s issue at noon and already obtaining their personal information by the afternoon, was clearly no ordinary figure.

During this period, Yixiao had been overwhelmed with work, juggling the company’s affairs that had only just begun to stabilize, along with preparations for his engagement, leaving him even busier.

Watching the men in the distance, Gu Yiyi’s expression instinctively shifted, becoming somewhat strange and unusual.

Even restarting failed to resolve the issue; the phone remained frozen for nearly ten minutes before finally returning to normal, and the flood of comments from netizens poured in.

The sole effect of this elixir was to help nascent soul cultivators safely break through to the Harmonization Realm, making it the most coveted item among cultivators at the peak of nascent soul formation.

At that moment, the elder emperor of the Ming Dynasty unexpectedly nodded in greeting to a recently arrived member of the royal family.

Faced with extreme danger, Lu Youyou remained clear-headed, yet the elder of the Phoenix Clan did not grant her the chance.

Here stood a modest white building, bearing two plaques and staffed by a team: the China Film Archive and the China Film Arts Research Center.

Venturing into the forest behind, Lu Youyou used the technique of Plucking Flowers and Flying Leaves to lay down a leafy carpet, then placed the meat upon it.

After circling around once, the ancient stone tablet seemed to have finally chosen its territory, burrowing straight into the right arm.

Now, in their eyes, Fang Han was trapped, besieged from all sides, utterly unable to evade attacks; under such overwhelming assault, he could only passively and clumsily withstand all the onslaughts.

“You’re a university student, talking about these things with someone like me, a high schooler—you’re getting too serious,” Chao Changchang said, feeling annoyed but not showing as much as now.

There had never truly been randomness, because within every so-called random event, human influence was far too great.

Last semester, just missing out by one or one and a half points in two courses due to poor daily grades had left Yun Chaochao frustrated all through the winter break. Yun Zhilei’s own summer was also ruined by leave requests and similar matters.

“Alright, now that we’ve said what we needed to, you should head back! I’m busy, got to tend the fields,” Mu Xue said with a stern face.

From summer to the bitter cold of winter, she had met Si Yan in the dead of winter and hoped that this harsh season would truly come to an end.

Lying in the hospital bed, Staff Officer Du still had not awakened. Shimada and Miki, standing nearby, anxiously watched the military medical officer dispatched from headquarters.

This time, behind him followed several formidable figures—some familiar, like Zhang Xian and others I had seen, while some were entirely unknown to me.

With a sudden clatter, Wang Zhao felt as if she had forgotten something crucial, as if she had forgotten her own origin.

When Emperor Tianqi, the Crown Prince, and the Ninth Prince returned, they witnessed Consort Li cutting the Empress’s face with scissors.

With a slight tightening of his palm, Mo Wen was ready to snap the other’s neck, but at that moment, Zhan Lan’s eyes flickered with reluctance, and she stepped forward.

Wang Zifan silently shook his head; not to mention Zhao Yunzhi, even the most renowned collectors probably did not know the true value of the blue-and-white porcelain. Its worth was not due to beauty or age alone, but its extreme rarity—especially Yuan Dynasty blue-and-white porcelain. Once the total number of surviving pieces was confirmed, Yuan blue-and-white would surge in value, with transactions reaching into hundreds of millions.

In his heart, he silently cursed the ancestors of everyone present, then mentally hurled every insult he could think of at each of them.