Volume One, Chapter 38: The Only VVVIP Customer of This Establishment

Upon hearing this, Xie Tongtong furrowed her brows. What did Yun Mojiu mean by those words? How did she know she’d been having such a miserable time lately? Putting aside her run of bad luck, her new sister-in-law had been wailing like a ghost at home every night, screaming that spirits were out to harm her, leaving her unable to get a good night’s sleep and waking each morning with dark circles under her eyes.

With a teleportation talisman in hand, he felt no fear. As long as the great figures of Vermilion Palace didn’t intervene, there was nothing to worry about.

Ertuwa let his teammates rush forward and “torment” him in various ways, only smiling shyly. Yet, on closer inspection, one could see his fists clenched tightly.

Since the contest was about alcohol, as per tradition, it would be a test of who could drink the most. The standard for winning was straightforward: whoever drank the most would claim victory. However, with this being a six-to-four elimination, it meant that the first two to pass out from drunkenness would be eliminated, and the remaining four would advance to the final round.

A weakening fetal heartbeat is usually caused by some form of congenital disease. Congenital disease! The doctors whispered among themselves, sensing that the situation was taking a dire turn.

Fortunately, there was no audience to witness him using such a move, or they would have thought he was completely defying the principles of martial arts. Yet, for someone with nearly ten thousand years of cultivation and countless battles behind him, mastering one technique meant understanding a thousand. His execution of certain moves often surpassed the original creator’s intent, even if he hadn’t fully practiced them.

He had learned not only to lie but also the true meaning of “the ways of the world,” and how to attribute misfortune to the vast, uncontrollable universe.

He did not deny Yi Shuihan’s musical talent. Even if he composed the most enchanting melodies, it would hardly be surprising.

Unlike that burly man, he was neither arrogant nor rude. Instead, he sat down graciously, gazing calmly at Aniu and Ye Anyang.

Ah! Du Moran’s eyes were open, a smile flickering within them. Clearly, he had been watching this scene for quite some time. As Ruan Xiangqin laughed, tears spilled down her cheeks. How long had it been since those eyes had smiled? At last, all was well.

Hmph, I will never give you that chance. Taking several deep breaths in succession, Cui Jili tried to smile, but no matter how hard she forced it, she couldn’t manage one.

Not to mention the Bai father and son, whose faces shifted from pale to purple, lips trembling so much that they couldn’t utter a word.

He made calls to Chen Cang and the others while driving, confirming the time and place for their meeting before earnestly pursuing them.

Jiang Wan gave a few more instructions. Seeing that Madame Fu had awakened and was now stable, she finally left the room.

In that moment, she finally understood why, after Qin Yu was imprisoned, Madam Qin’s only thought had been to beg Ye Wanlan for help.

Yet, two or three years prior, the biggest event in Jiangcheng had merely been the car accident that left Zhou He Yuan, the Zhou family’s eldest son, in a vegetative state.

In Liucheng, Jiangnan, Feng Lingxue found an inn, disguised herself as a man, and then set off for Mount Jiuxuan.

Chu Yun’s reputation in Jianglong’s medical circle was far beneath that of Bai Qingfeng. He wasn’t even deemed worthy to carry his shoes. Many who came to consult the Divine Physician Bai hadn’t even heard of the Medical Tournament.

Anyone who watched that livestream for even a short while would, more often than not, send a Tiger Food sticker or at least join the fan club.

Jiang Yunhan’s body stiffened as he turned to look at the tiger, which hung its head and swayed as if aggrieved. Aggrieved?

The seaside villa was lavish and comfortable. Through the glass windows, the ocean stretched in view. As soon as Li Chong entered the room, he dropped all pretense, settling on the sofa and closing his eyes in concentration.

Warm and bright light filled the room. Lu Qiming and Du Xing had already freshened up in their respective rooms. Now, sitting by the table in casual conversation, they waited for Zhou Youcheng’s food—she insisted on fulfilling the division of labor promised earlier.