Volume 1, Chapter 43: On-the-Spot Sale

Wu Er walked over with a steady gait and raised his hand in a gesture.
"Princess Chu, please, watch your step as it is dark."
Su Yi'an thought that while Wu Er was quite professional, his appearance left much to be desired. It would be perfect if he could trade faces with that hyper-masculine man.
At that moment, the very thought of the hyper-masculine man filled Su Yi'an with disdain.
That was how Tang San later pushed his limits to absorb the two-thousand-year-old Man-Faced Demon Spider, gaining an external spirit bone.
The deacon responsible for recording checked the Mirror of Enlightened Heart and the spirit-measuring disk in front of him multiple times. Confirming there was no deception, he finally recorded Chu Yan's information onto the disciple token.
However, judging by the old lady's demeanor, she seemed unwilling to let others know she was paralyzed, so she spoke in riddles.
Jia Yun remained calm, pretending not to notice the signals from Prince Zhongshun's envoy. What a joke—he didn't even know why Emperor Chongming had summoned him; why would he stir up trouble now? Was it not better to wait obediently for the Emperor's instructions?
On the other side, Chu Yan drove the Red Sun Sword back to Purple Bamboo Peak at top speed, intending to demand an explanation from Wang Yuanji and figure out the next steps.
As the third rehearsal began, the moment Yang Tutu started singing the theme song, Chen Jieyun and Liu Yuyu, whose composure was already fraying, completely lost their nerve.
Among them were only scholars, and he alone was a provincial graduate, which filled Li Zhaopeng with a sense of superiority.
Jiang Yuan looked at that face, then at that frail frame, which seemed as if it might collapse at any gust of wind.
If Xia Zhimei agreed, it would be a huge gain. After all, on Blue Star, no Peking Opera master had ever collaborated with a pop singer; this would be even more of a talking point than working with Su Chenwei.
Yet, it seemed that even Di Changqing could not control this powerful divine ability for the moment; intense rays of light continued to erupt from his mouth, and he could not stop it even if he wanted to. It appeared that while the ability was powerful, it was also somewhat cumbersome, which was likely why he only dared to use it after Xue Lingyun had exhausted her full strength.
However, Yue Liushu's strength was evident; while she could not easily secure a victory, she still held a slight advantage. Yet, the advantage she held here could not be converted into a win.
But Zhou Le truly could not swallow this insult; he had specifically chosen the sixth floor of the Cloud Pool Pavilion to host a few friends, only to lose face so thoroughly and get beaten up in the process.
"What's going on? Has the assassin already gotten in?" Zhang Ling's cry came to an abrupt halt, and her expression turned fearful.
After dinner, having replenished my energy, it was naturally time to balance the books by expending some of it. And so... a night of spring is worth a thousand gold, and I went off to busy myself with the beautiful grand plan of "doing" life.
"Remember this name. Even though your memories have been sealed, you must believe what I say," Xu Die commanded me.
The massive machine also came to a halt at this moment, and the staff stepped forward once again to resume their work.
This place was their backyard. Every stall and every storefront here was known to them like the back of their hand.
This teahouse was a property of Liu Congyun, the leader of Dongshan, and was situated in a prime spot for watching the sunrise; consequently, all the prices were exorbitantly high, with a single cup of plain water costing over fifty yuan.
Xi He knew nothing of what had transpired in the former residence of the Wusheng Daoist Lord; her consciousness had already responded to the summoning of the Heavenly Stele illusion and arrived in that twisted space imbued with mysterious power.
The state is now calling for government personnel to enter the Star Sea; the next step will be university students, then employees of state-owned enterprises, and finally, the farmers.
"The third type is much more difficult. I once encountered a company struggling with capital turnover; I spent a long time camping out at the previous firm just to help them recover the funds, only for it to be a thankless task with very little commission..." Da Boyi said with an expression of disgust.