Volume One, Chapter 32: Chen Jinhai's Subtle Maneuver

As for the stems, Ye Cheng cut them into sections, placed them in a basin, sprinkled a bit of salt over them, and gave them a vigorous squeeze with his hands. Water spinach is hollow by nature, so after this firm kneading, the round stems flattened into long, thin strips. Having absorbed the salt, the stems softened from their initial crisp state, taking on a yellowish-green hue. Ye Cheng set them aside to marinate for a moment.

Nearby, the braised pork belly with radish was ready. Ye Cheng opened the lid to find that the bubbling sauce had reduced significantly—partly due to evaporation and partly because the radish had soaked it all up. Living alone, he didn't stand on ceremony; he simply picked up a piece of radish with his chopsticks, blew on it to cool it, and took a bite...

Gao Shiman left with a look of satisfaction, stopping by Fuxi Pavilion on her way back to pick out a piece of jade jewelry before returning to the manor.

"You... aren't you afraid I'll tell Father, or that your reputation will be ruined if this gets out?" Gao Shijuan ground her teeth in fury.

Nalan Yu, being more worldly-wise, intervened: "Fifth Sister, that is not a proper way to speak. If someone unaware were to overhear, they might think Mother is quite overbearing. Since the child is not born of a concubine, there is no great future to be had, so why be so intolerant?"

"Did she ask you about the Dowager Consort?" Su Wanniang felt a jolt of alarm and promptly dismissed Tie Chui.

I went to check, but she wasn't in her room. I ran up to the high tower; it was overcast today, and the breeze on the rooftop was gentle.

Hua Xiangxi spoke with deep resentment. She could not understand why Wei Shang would expend a thousand years of his cultivation to save a child who had always stayed by Shangguan Jin’s side, even renaming him Wuyou. Yet, one thing was clear to her now: under no circumstances would Wei Shang ever harm Shangguan Jin.

Upon hearing this, Zhutao realized that this fellow must have found out they were looking for a shopfront to open a pharmacy and was deliberately trying to cause trouble.

And so, the question arises: what exactly is the Black Crow Witch? Where did she come from, and where is she going? Furthermore, why did she choose Mei Renjun to be her shadow soul? Why not pick a young woman instead?

Judging by Shangguan Che’s tone and his indifferent expression, Ziqian felt that the only thing missing was for him to start picking his nose.

This guardian had always held the upper hand, outranking him by over twenty levels and possessing immense strength.

Lin Guiyuan was instantly struck with terror, his heart trembling. A sense of impending doom and catastrophe washed over him.

The people present were not merely skilled in combat. Most members of Team Zero were the elite among elites; excluding unique cases like Ilti and Yingluo, the others were, if not academic geniuses, at least exemplary in both character and learning.

As the highest-ranking native inhabitant, Luna the Spirit Weaver had the most authority regarding the various changes in the forest.

Inzaghi’s shield flickered and shattered, as fragile as paper under Downton’s wild firepower. His body hovered in mid-air as he watched Downton twist his waist, pull back his arm, and settle into a longbow stance.

However, his stamina seemed completely exhausted. Gradually, he slowly closed his eyes, which had been filled with monstrous killing intent.

This shift in expression made Huang Yi feel a faint sense of unease. He stared intently at the battlefield below, trying to uncover the conspiracy hidden within.

Fortunately, Jun Ao did not need to worry about this. With a modifier at his disposal, he didn't fear his potential failing to improve. As of now, his spiritual roots and spirit body remained editable, meaning they had not yet reached their limit.

However, he knew this was nearly impossible. Possessing the ancient wood-attribute essence was almost equivalent to having an immortal body. Unless someone could instantly annihilate his soul or find a special way to suppress the power of the ancient wood essence, Yin Liang would never die.

"What is this for?" many commandos asked, dumbfounded by the bizarre sight. After all that effort to set up such a massive formation, it seemed to have no effect at all.

Only Gu Zhishu, Qin Yi, and Su Changzhou remained calm. The others watched as Yun Fu lazily tapped on her phone and then clicked on her computer.

Having endured for so many days with Pei Mosheng constantly by her side, she hadn't found a single opportunity to mock him. Now that a chance had finally arrived, she naturally wouldn't let it slip by.

When she pushed the man onto the bed, his arm locked around her waist like a chain, impossible to pull away. Unable to resolve the situation for the moment, Mu Anqing could only let him hold her.

These words sounded noble and reasonable, but Lin Zhi knew him well—wasn't he just eager to see how Xuan Suzhen would resolve these strange problems?

The leader of the security forces likely wouldn't be easily ousted; after all, he was in direct contact with many court officials who would certainly not let him step down so easily.

On that day, rain suddenly fell from a perfectly fine sky. Ruoxi would have been soaked to the bone if she hadn't taken shelter under the gateway of a family's home.

The main hall, called Huaiyan Hall, was no different from a mortal schoolroom, filled only with neat wooden desks, chairs, and cushions.

Jin Mo was the village doctor and was sometimes invited to treat patients in Daliang Family Village, so he was likely quite familiar with the people of both villages.

And it looks like that cheap hussy's business is going quite well—it seems she's made a lot of money?

Chen Yang sneered with disdain. These two sisters were truly narcissistic to think he was playing hard to get.

With a few words, she cleared her own name and dumped the core of the conflict squarely onto Qin Yushu.

She grabbed his arm and pulled him onto the bed, then began a flurry of blows with her plump, pink fists against his backside.

Cang seemed to have heard a joke; he looked the disheveled orc up and down, convinced he was merely bragging.

The other viewers kicked out of the livestream rubbed their noses, sensing the cowardice of the streaming platform.

"Well, you probably didn't get much rest last night. Once the baby is asleep in a while, you should go back to sleep too," Chen Youyi said, having learned how to bathe the child under Nanny Jin’s guidance, as he handed the baby to Bai Taotao for feeding.