Volume 1 Chapter 23: White Bones

The second day after returning to the dormitory.

Chu Guang had a good night's sleep. Since she didn't have classes until the afternoon, she took a trip to the old town, carrying soy milk, fried dough sticks, and steamed buns.

There is a saying: "Do not do unto others what you would not have them do unto you." Pojun never understood this, nor did he care to. In his world, he existed to force others to do things they disliked or even detested, all to achieve his own ends.

Since Vitruvius had confirmed the existence of such a deity in the past, he prepared to use it to put on a show of power.

The moment she thought of that god-like, elegant man, her heart began to race uncontrollably. She hurriedly looked around, filled with an intense sense of anticipation.

The lighting inside was entirely powered by sorcery, and the interior was riddled with traps; apart from Anthony, no one else could access more than a portion of the treasure vaults.

Compared to fighting alongside these simple-minded dungeon monsters, Vitruvius felt he was better suited to leading cunning human professionals—at least then, he wouldn't have to worry about such trivial matters.

Meng Liangfan looked back at his feet. In the few minutes he had spent at the Penrose Temple, Wentian and the others had all sustained injuries, all at the hands of Liangyu and Pulidajia.

The days of wild sorrow and weeping had become a thing of the past. Recently, the Violent Boar—the last and only home he had ever known—had turned into a communal paradise of joyful reunions.

In this era where cold weapons were largely obsolete, swords, sabers, and halberds were no longer practical. Yet, as long as one had a suitable and handy weapon, even a roadside stick could serve as a fine tool for self-defense.

Because Suoli was asleep, the two did not speak loudly; they walked out silently before greeting each other.

Upon hearing this, Li Yanfen was so infuriated she nearly hijacked the plane on the spot, but one glance at Xie Zijun’s expression made her wilt immediately.

Luo Huai scoffed at the suggestion. It was clearly an attempt to monitor him, no matter how high-sounding they made it seem.

The white-robed elder walked with a peculiar gait, his hands shifting into various shapes within his wide sleeves. By the ninth step, he stamped his foot heavily onto the mountaintop.

Thirdly, everyone must get straight to the point; those who beat around the bush or speak in riddles are asked to leave—this conference room has no place for them.

"Respect your teachers and follow the path. How have I taught you to behave? To be kind to others. Besides, eating a bowl of your tofu pudding won't hurt," the old man said, looking at the tofu pudding in Qin Chuan’s bowl with lingering desire.

Feng Lie shook his head continuously as he spoke, downing several cups in succession until his eyes began to grow bloodshot.

Back in the Ming Kingdom, Nangong Ze had forced Lin Qiaoyi to memorize his phone number. For some reason, once memorized, Lin Qiaoyi found she could never forget it.

The moment the black orb touched his body, it burst apart. Countless black bolts of lightning crackled and intertwined, instantly spreading across his entire frame. The pain was beyond what an ordinary person could endure, yet Jin Yaochen did not retreat, clenching his teeth to hold his ground.

"Brother Chen would never help Sakura Yukiko," Lin Qiaoyi said bluntly.

Yang Bufan entered the workshop in high spirits, but as he passed through a copper conductor storage area, a wave of heat hit him. The roar of machines in the stifling workshop made his mood plummet once again.

When she arrived at Su Chongsheng’s hospital room carrying two large insulated containers, she saw a man with a slender back crouching before Su Chongsheng. The two were building Legos, while Aunt Chen looked on with a smile.