Volume One, Chapter 55: Come On, Let’s Go to the Spring Dawn Suite

"It's fine."
"Don't be afraid," Chu Lingtian comforted.
For some unknown reason, Wang Shiyan, who hadn't been crying before, suddenly started weeping uncontrollably.
"I'm alright."
Perhaps afraid that Chu Lingtian would overthink, she quickly shook her head, "Just feeling a bit uncomfortable."
"Chu Lingtian?"
"You're Chu Lingtian?"
Just as Chu Lingtian was about to say something, the middle-aged man surnamed Xu suddenly called out his name.
"Oh?" Chu Lingtian cast his gaze toward him then frowned slightly, "You know me?"
"Of course I do, how could I not?" Xu Weimin chuckled.
"Is my reputation as a live-in son-in-law really that widespread?"
Chu Lingtian touched his nose.
Damn...
However, Qingshui stopped dwelling on this; there would be plenty of time in the future. Now that the old turtle had become a Divine Realm expert, Qingshui was very happy. This was a great help to Tantai Lingyan, and in Tantai Lingyan's heart, the old turtle held immense weight.
With the formal ritual concluded, Mingqian breathed a sigh of relief, feeling much more relaxed. She began to inspect the Hall of the Three Pure Ones in Biyun Taoist Temple. The maidservants went to the drawing-lot stalls in the side hall to draw lots and tell fortunes, as the bamboo lots of Biyun Taoist Temple were said to be remarkably accurate.
"Why is the Empress acting this way?" the Emperor asked in confusion, his tone carrying a trace of hidden anger.
Fortunately, Elder Sister treated me much better than before; at least she showed concern for me and smiled at me.
He Jingyi guessed she asked this because she saw the British pounds in her hand, so she nodded.

Lin Yinyin rolled her eyes at me and went to sing karaoke with me. The songs were indeed love songs; we had practiced a few back in high school, and our singing was decent enough.
"Shi Kai, don't be too sad. I believe there will still be a turning point in Girl Ning'er's fate," Feng Wuyan said softly.
One cold and one hot—naturally incompatible like water and fire. How could they look not like enemies at all, but rather like old friends? Shi Kai watched this bizarre scene, utterly baffled.
Let's look at it from another perspective: what if Yili Ruoyang loses to me... That's even more impossible, how could he ever lose to me?
But having a child changed things. She had to be responsible for the child; she had a duty to provide the child with a complete family.
"A ferocious beast in its growth stage is already this formidable, so just how terrifying must a fully matured beast be? Could it be that the power of ferocious beasts really defies the heavens?" Xiaotian's voice did not show the slightest timidity; instead, it was filled with excitement.
There were many martial arts manuals on the shelves, clearly marked with their grades, the number of meridians required, and some even explicitly detailing the unique characteristics of the techniques.
Thus, God's Wish, Crimson Dance, Seven-Star Lantern, Guifen, and I gathered together to discuss the ownership of Xuanwu City.
Amidst their conversation, Gao Fei and fifty cavalrymen leaped onto their horses. Disregarding how many Yellow Turban rebels remained in the city, they pressed straight toward the northwest direction, knowing that Zhang Jiao's head would serve as his stepping stone to advancement.
In the blink of an eye, before he could even open his eyes, he felt as though he had already plunged into a body of liquid.
The wine at the Sorrowful Tavern was indeed excellent, rich and delightfully fragrant. Lingian had not touched alcohol for a long time, but tonight, tasting the fine wine warmed personally by Sister You for the first time, he couldn't help drinking cup after cup. Pheasant watched Lingtian, who only became more spirited the more he drank, and once again felt a secret wave of amazement. Not only was Lingtian skilled in martial arts, but his capacity for liquor was also extraordinary.
Although it was ultimately impossible to forge a warrior clad entirely in pink-grade gear, a player wearing four pieces of pink equipment simultaneously was surely impossible to find anywhere else in the game at present.
Lin Hao and He Jing had no plans to go abroad again after this return; as long as they recuperated and convalesced properly within the country, there shouldn't be any problems.
Yet why would they do such a thing? There was no benefit in it for them; once our reinforcements arrived, they would undoubtedly die, and surely they understood this better than anyone else.
"Greetings, Elder Senior Chen, my name is Lingtian. My master sent me to find you, and this is a letter from him," Lingtian said respectfully. With that, he handed the letter from his master to Chen Taishan.
Lin Anqi finished speaking, took a gentle step forward, stretched out her delicate arms to hook around Ye Feng's neck, and stood on tiptoe.
Lin Yi struck Lin'er's sleeping acupoint because he did not want her to see or hear the terrifying events about to unfold.
Everyone laughed and took their seats. Han Taijun did not ask why Wang Liya was here; there was no need to ask, and doing so might only provoke more complications.
Amidst Su Nian's silver-bell-like laughter, the three of them crossed the hall and walked to the deepest part of the first floor, where there was a long-sealed iron door covered in dust on the handle—a clear sign that the place had been neglected for ages.

However, the moment Zhang Ying sent Xiao Ruoli flying with a single palm strike as the latter charged forward, everyone present formed their own judgments in their minds.
"The Ancestral Vein transformed into an array!? This old fellow has mastered ancestral array techniques and reached the pinnacle of perfection!?" Yin Cheng let out a strange shriek, his figure turning into a streak of cyan flame to make his escape, but it was still a step too late, as he was blocked by thunder-like array patterns.
Although what Qin Ke said was practically indistinguishable from saying nothing, Lin Zhongxue still chose to trust him. For no other reason than that she saw sincerity in Qin Ke's eyes.
The vast majority of players in the plaza were glaring fiercely at the figure in the black hooded cloak standing atop the City in the Sky; what he had said was simply too infuriating.
"Dad, what do you mean by 'back again'?" Ye Ling asked. Naturally, this was also what Long Jianfei and the others wanted to know.
The landscape of Zhonghai's underground world had already been settled, and the two major factions would not allow anyone to disrupt the status quo... Could a third faction emerge to create a tripartite division?
His current strength had already reached the level of the Undying Realm. The Wu family's ancestral grounds were merely a Bronze-tier aristocratic family influence—could anyone among them possibly pose a threat to him?
Sun Hero had never imagined that the True Ghost suppressed for a millennium still possessed such terrifying power, capable of ignoring even an ancient sage's vast and upright aura.
Zhang Shuyi felt heartbroken and stamped his foot, saying, "You... do you really intend to ruin my Great Song before you are satisfied?" Before he finished speaking, two trails of old tears had already streamed down his face.
The Third Elder jumped for joy in excitement. The spirit marten Ermao on his shoulder, fearing that the old man's wild jumping would wake her baby, leapt onto Anya's head.
Although she knew Tang Luo was formidable at jade gambling, she was also well aware of the great reputation of 'Wei Tianlei'.
"Bing Leirong, what are these?" Zhao Guanguang waved the items in front of the Bing family father and son.
Meanwhile, the multitude of venomous creatures belonging to the bear cave seemed to have devoured the scattered pieces of chicken meat on the ground within mere moments. Catching the wafting scent of fresh blood, they turned their attention to Makai—who had been killed by a single slash—and to Mulong, whose arm had been stabbed by Murong Lian, sending waves of bloody stench into the air.
Li Zhichen took a few steps back, leaning against the mountain wall, and looked at his reflection in the mirror, muttering to himself, "How is this possible? How is this possible?" As he spoke, he reached out to grope his own body, and upon doing so, a piece of rotting flesh fell out, with maggots slowly wriggling in the middle.
There is a saying that goes: the rich only grow wealthier, while the poor only grow poorer. This phrase refers to a general macroeconomic trend; barring exceptions, this is largely how things are.