Chapter Forty-Four: Osmanthus Sugar (First Update)

“Oh, Pei’er really is a lucky girl. She’s actually engaged to the fourth son of the Cao family.” The woman in dark green clothing pursed her lips and murmured, “Because of this, Sister Wu has been showing off for days, telling everyone that her Pei’er is marrying into the Cao family. Hmph, she talks as if she herself were the one getting married…”

Madam Wu always relied on having a good daughter to suppress and mock the other women in the village. Many kept silent about it, but—

Gu Qingzhou lowered his eyes, unwilling to speak. In truth, words would change nothing, and he knew why Lu Ying was waiting for him so late at night. Yet he only saw Lu Ying as a younger sister, never developing any deeper feelings.

Aunt Liu first sighed in relief, but quickly grew anxious again, worrying over Li Guocheng.

From the lowest slums to the docklands, countless Xia people lived in hardship; these discontented citizens were kindling, needing only a spark to erupt in a blazing inferno against the Dachong authorities.

Since he had been the first to warn them on a whim, even if nothing came of it, it was enough for the Buddha to know that the calamity was still some distance from Mount Ling.

This time, both agreed to die together—a decision proposed by Gu Qingzhou. He handed sleeping pills to Qin Ci.

Sometimes, Li Guocheng would join his senior brother in consulting patients. With the added benefit of mental focus, the treatments yielded remarkable results, making his senior brother’s reputation spread far and wide, with patients lining up in long queues each day.

Sometimes, merely realizing this made one feel that all emotions were meaningless, and only the present self truly mattered.

Such words caused some to waver, thinking that the Purple Dragon Sanctuary might not dare to confront them head-on.

Feeling the surprise brought by the word “Taoist,” Zhu Huo and Lan Tian both straightened up abruptly.

The most terrifying aspect was that, when this virus mutated, its special internal genetic coding would adapt to the invading life-form’s genes, transforming into different gene sequences.

A moment later, Peter and Gwen stepped off the crowded elevator. They navigated the corridors with practiced ease, turning a few corners before entering the conference room. The final week of their internship at the Osborn Tower had begun. For some reason, Peter felt a bit sentimental at that moment.

Golden light burst forth—the thousand-year-old tree demon exploded into two halves, crashing to the ground. With the flames, it didn’t even have time to scream. One could only see streams of green slime oozing from the trunk.

“Four Joy Pavilion? Didn’t Jinghong already close it?” Shen Yanjiao asked in confusion.

Wei Zhenting sat beside him, his face blanching from the biting wind pouring in, but he couldn’t urge him to come in and close the window. He could only grit his teeth and endure. After years together, they understood each other—he knew not to joke at times like this.

“So you’re saying not only can we not kill him, but we must apprehend him while limiting his abilities, find evidence of his crimes, and convince everyone he indeed has mind control powers?” Peter was a little exasperated, staring at George with a look that seemed almost broken.

“The Way isn’t just for cultivators. Martial arts—‘martial’ and ‘way’—martial artists must also cultivate the Way!” Qin Yun said with sudden understanding.

His father’s words and actions always carried a hint of drowsiness, as if saying, he hoped you wouldn’t trouble yourself so recklessly, yet also hoped you could persevere without harming others.

Her heart shook violently—Rong Shuyu’s first instinct was to raise her hands, wanting to push away the Noble Consort, but ultimately she couldn’t bring herself to do it, especially with the lingering reluctance in her heart.

After all, to keep her from worrying, Peter always described his life-or-death battles to Gwen in an understated tone. Inevitably, this planted the idea in her mind that ‘the opponents aren’t so dangerous after all.’

Just as last time when Lin Danhan invaded Datong—except for the main cities like Zhencheng, Weicheng, and Zhoucheng, which barely held out, most villages and fortresses were overrun and slaughtered. Whether Mongols or Later Jin, once they broke in, it was always a ruthless plundering.

The Xu family—including Xu Yihan, his father, and even his mother—were all deeply grateful to Xuan Yan. Their admiration for Xuan Yan even surpassed that for Zhou Qing.

As the lightning faded, the figure vanished into the sky, and the black dragon was knocked down to the ground.

“Where are you going!” Watching the First Evil Emperor abruptly turn to leave, Wuming couldn’t comprehend it, asking in bewilderment. The sudden appearance and bizarre departure of the First Evil Emperor unsettled Wuming deeply.

Without doubt, Lin Donglai and the young man in golden robes were both on the verge of breaking through to the Grand Luo stage, needing vast resources. The entire world’s ascension in “Qin’s Moon” had drawn the favor of the Chaos Sea’s origin, providing the best resources for them, and neither wished to give up.

But if Meng Xinxin was right and Kong Sanqiu used methods he couldn’t resist to take revenge, Xuan Yan might have no choice but to strike mercilessly.

As a martial adept, he clearly held the advantage in cultivation, yet for some reason, when Gu Mochen summoned more external incarnations than he and fused them into such a ferocious evil dragon, his heart quivered with fear.

The relationship between him and Gu Mochen could no longer return to its previous harmony after this incident. Master Luo understood this well. Though Gu Mochen owed much to the Luo family, regarding Luo Bufan… he likely still harbored deadly intentions.

Bai Shao gazed at Qin Jinshen with wide, confused eyes, an innocent look of naivete.

Sure enough, just as Lin Donglai expected, upon seeing an elderly man with a beard braided like a plait, Lin Donglai immediately knew it was none other than Zhuge Zhengwo, the leader of the Divine Marquis Hall.

That great battle ended with the coalition of rebel noble clans as the undisputed victors.

They were ordinary people—before a martial arts practitioner like me, with inner strength, they were mere paper tigers. I reached out and grabbed the man’s wrist, and he couldn’t advance at all. He glanced at me, then kicked at me again.

Pic was unsure when he first realized he liked men. In fact, aside from Bai Nan Jin, he had never been so close to another man, let alone sharing a bed, naked together.