Volume One, Chapter 72: May You Find Yourself Without Toilet Paper When You Need It

"Then pack up now and come home with me tonight," Feng Yizhou said, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly, a certain confidence gleaming in his eyes.

"Isn't the glass at your place broken?" Li Ruochu frowned a little, wondering if this guy was planning to have her fix his windows.

"I'm talking about the Feng family’s old residence," Feng Yizhou replied offhandedly.

Only then did he notice the gauze on his hand, tied with a butterfly knot. It was both unsightly and strangely beautiful, for some reason stirring a thread of warmth in his heart.

The Feng family’s old residence?

Hearing these words, Li Ruochu’s eyes widened in shock and curiosity.

My goodness, was it really that old mansion outsiders had never set foot in?

She had heard...

Yuan Qiuhua once said: Wise and broad-minded people are always able to accommodate different opinions. You don’t need to worry that this will undermine your authority; on the contrary, such an open and modest demeanor will continually increase your capacity and leadership charm, earning you the respect of all.

With a single command, the remaining forces of the Northern Territory began to withdraw in haste, abandoning the Eastern disciples who were already lost in the frenzy of battle. They rushed out, not the slightest hesitation in their actions.

Xie Xiong said: After paying the birth penalty and collecting the certificate from the family planning office, you can go to the police station to register your child. If it’s a second child, you’ll also need a sterilization certificate issued by a hospital or family planning station.

That place was where he and Yueli loved to go most, because there, Xingyao and Yueli had planted vast fields of red spider lilies.

After saying this to Shi Mengmeng, Li Yan lowered his head and calmly ate his food, chewing slowly, his face devoid of any expression.

“I just heard all this earlier, why repeat it? I want to hear the next story.” Brothers Chang Yan and Chang Song grumbled inwardly about their father—because of him, they couldn’t hear the next part. Of course, they wouldn’t say this aloud; classroom discipline must be maintained.

Such is the sorrow of being born into a great family; though they were full brothers, his two siblings constantly schemed against him.

What mattered most now was dealing with these black tigers! While the lightsaber was still in hand—who knew when it would disappear?

Elder Liu now stood with his mouth agape, unable to close it as he stared at Ye Xing. He quickly moved to Ye Xing’s side, his expression identical to Elder Li's when he had observed Ye Xing during the test.

With a roar, Lan Yan Chengwu's five fingers clamped firmly around Li Yan’s fist. A terrifying force whipped up a gale, blowing his coat away and sweeping his hair straight back, yet he stood as solid as a rock, unmoved.

Lin Hao smiled bitterly, giving up his plan to leave, but still hurried to get dressed, signaling Han Xue to do the same.

No wonder their branch of the Shangguan family had always been suppressed by the main line; if they could focus on the essence of things, they wouldn’t be perpetually overshadowed.

Lin Hao’s attention had been wholly on his fishing rod, but when she suddenly pounced on him, rubbing against him, he was momentarily distracted. When she tugged harder at the rod, he wanted to stop her, but it was already too late.

At one point, she suddenly interjected, "It can’t be just fists and feet, can it? The wounds on your faces look like they were made by a hard object."

As a cultivator in his fifties, Ouyang Bo was in his prime—tall, strong-legged, muscular arms, a broad chest, and the commanding presence of a leader. Just one glare made Ouyang Yuan lower his head in a hurry.

In the mysterious space, within a majestic palace floating in mid-air, Tang Chen appeared in a flash with the badly wounded Mu Batian.

“You’re still alive?” Qin Baoshan was stunned, while Lin Xuan continued to gaze at the ruins ahead, feeling the dreadful sword energy. Lin Xuan simply nodded.

“Let’s go rowing,” Gu Cheng suggested, noticing Liu Nian’s pallor and that Ye Shu had lost his smile.

A newcomer slipped quietly into the room, continuously refilling the two cups on the table with steaming coffee. As the brown liquid was poured, wisps of vapor drifted lazily into the air, the rich aroma spreading gently between the two people.

Yu Songyuan returned to the third-floor corridor. Lin Tao and Lin Zhumin had already secured the east wing, and, under Liu Guodong’s cover, were advancing down the corridor toward the west wing.

After a long while, Li Aimin raised his wrist and aimed the silver disk at a lock hole in the tempered glass.

The man grinned wickedly. “Now that you’ve seen me, I won’t let you leave. I’ll burn you into a perfect work of art, hahahaha!” As his words fell, the surrounding trees inexplicably caught fire.

In the following days, Ling’er, worried about Di Shitian’s wounds, took little action and stayed by his side, waiting quietly for news from Silver Wind’s investigation.

“Those were the Annan people from the jungle, weren’t they? You only met once—how can you be sure they’re trustworthy?” Xu Tianyi and Ying Ya seemed already aware, and Ying Ya asked casually.

Her tone was resolute, heavy with the scent of death and tinged with mockery. Shangguang Yun smiled; for over a decade, she had always overshadowed her. The Empress Mother favored her, the imperial family deferred to her, ministers dared not provoke her, and the people feared her. She had lorded it over all for so many years; today, her time was finally up.

The three black-clad men at the front felt an overwhelming force rushing toward them. They tried to raise their swords, but it was too late—several wet slicing sounds, and their chests were slashed open, wounds deep beyond measure.

Tang Feng had naturally heard those eight words before, but witnessing them in this circumstance, he suddenly understood their true weight.

“Isn’t the team leader supposed to be holding down the western border of Cambodia? Why is he in Vientiane now? Has something changed in Vientiane?” Lin Tao blurted out in shock.

Watching the Fire Phoenix be defeated by the power of thunder, Zhou Tong, who had just been so pleased with himself, now looked utterly dismayed, disbelief filling his eyes. He had been sure his disciple, armed with the ‘Hundred Birds Facing the Phoenix’ spear technique, would stand out at ring seven, but the outcome had exceeded all his expectations.

Only the rear feet served as the primary ingredient for camel's foot soup. Even the largest rear foot of a camel weighed only about ten kilograms, enough to make several dozen pounds of soup. If the Yang family drank a bowl every day, their herd of a dozen Bactrian camels would not suffice for a month. Anna simply smiled and shook her head as she spoke.

Moreover, she had to reassure Qianqiu. Qianqiu… Qianqiu was also in the Investigation Division’s team.

Inside, dozens of miners worked with their heads down, their main task to sort the ores and pack them into pre-prepared jade boxes.

Song Zhi’s words had a double meaning: first, overtly questioning how Su Zizhan could compare to the Liuyang Sect; second, subtly revealing the Song family’s relationship with Liuyang, hoping that if Su Zizhan failed to strike a deal, he would be cautious.

The Yang Family Recycling Company was a cornerstone of the Yang clan’s rise. The Wang family’s assets, surpassing two billion dollars, were all thanks to the recycling company. As a major taxpayer, the company could not afford the slightest negligence, lest it bring severe consequences.

As for Su Zizhan, the most suitable formation was one he had always studied: the Two Elements Microdust Formation, the very first formation recorded in the Supreme Daoist Canon.