Volume 1, Chapter 64: After All, I'm Such a Good Person

Yu Yue looked coldly at this farce, her slightly lowered eyelids lifting a fraction, leaving nothing but an icy chill within her beautiful, phoenix-like eyes.

Looking up at Second Master Song, Cheng咬金[Cheng Yaojin] thought to himself, I have already laid it all out for you, and it all depends on whether you know what's good for you. As long as you can help me pull this off, that secret brewing recipe will be yours.

Chang Gexing muttered to himself as if sleep-talking. After an unknown amount of time, as the final syllable faded, he drifted off into deep slumber.

Even though he had left, his status within the Fierce Dragons remained lofty; many of the elite members of the Fierce Dragons were students trained by him.

"No need. Isn't it written clearly right here on this paper? I know how to read!" With that, she waved her hand dismissively and stepped out of the elevator.

Looking at the wall of cash, he really hadn't spent much lately—aside from investing a few hundred thousand into Liu Yun'er's shop under the pretext of finding a new location to open a restaurant branch, though nothing had come of it yet.

Listening to the polite tone of his voice yet finding his words so aggressive, not only Pi Chen, the master of the Old Lord Temple, but also the other temple masters present were filled with indignation. Ever since this young man stepped into the main hall, he had not even deigned to glance in their direction, let alone come forward to offer greetings, acting as though the lot of them were mere wisps of air, completely invisible.

An aircraft carrier strike group was sailing across the Nether Sea, with seven cruisers and destroyers tightly flanking the carrier. Each vessel blazed with massive spotlights, yet across this eerie, pitch-black Nether Sea, visibility remained frighteningly low.

After all, he had never been to a secret realm in all his life, nor did he have any idea what one looked like, or whether its spiritual energy was as abundant as that of the pagoda space.

That miraculous power had guided Wan Qi to the Black Bamboo Gully, deep into its hidden depths, and led her down into the subterranean world beneath it. It had shown Wan Qi the mountain covered in gravestones, made her experience the countless lifetimes of her Wan Qi clanspeople, and finally brought her to this floating mythological palace in the heavens.

Wang Fuguang had never been particularly fond of Mother Tian. Moreover, because his entire family were city folk, he looked down upon Tian Fengling's family and their affairs. Especially after constantly hearing his wife complain about Mother Tian's shortcomings, his attitude upon meeting her was rather aloof.

"Young Master, our mistress has also come to see you off for the examinations," a voice called out from a carriage parked a short distance away.

Countless high-ranking officials and nobles came here specifically for the tea, drawn by its reputation, through which he had befriended many imperial relatives and nobles in the capital. Though he held no official title, he was a man of immense prestige.

That imperial martial arts expert named Run Qing had vomited blood for three days straight, his entire body crackling with residual lightning, and only survived thanks to the intervention of the aged Director of the Imperial Astronomical Bureau.

The most important thing was that Zhao Xi was not yet twenty years old, making General Lin's appearance seem rather ill-timed—though Princess Qi chose not to voice these words aloud.

"Please do not decline; put it away at once." With that, she pushed the withered, gnarled hands outward.

However, just as Luo Qianren had said, Wan Qi handed an ice cream to the elderly campus security guard and successfully gained entry into the campus relying purely on her face... whether or not Luo Qianren had secretly put in a good word beforehand remained unknown.

So my subordinate came up with an idea: a recommendation doesn't necessarily have to be a famous doctor; couldn't it also be eminent monks, Daoist priests, or other men of exceptional abilities beyond the mortal realm? His Majesty has been unconscious for so long with no discernible cause—could it be that he was afflicted by some unclean presence? If we summon some virtuous and eminent monks to chant scriptures for His Majesty, perhaps he might wake up.

"How could that not be the case? You are still young, and someday a man will truly belong to you. Trust me," Ye Qingcheng comforted her.

"Furthermore, no one from the Lu family except Lu Yunya is permitted to cross our threshold. Whoever lets unauthorized people in can pack up and get lost along with them, do you hear me?" Gu Shuzhen commanded.