Volume One, Chapter 67: Three Hundred and Sixty Ways to Pursue a Girl

Xiao Junhe raised his brows slightly. “What daughter-in-law are you talking about?”
“The girl you like, of course. When are you bringing her home?” The old Master Xiao beamed, his eyes crinkling with delight.
This was the warmest and most amicable tone he had used with Xiao Junhe in quite some time.
Xiao Junhe pressed a hand to his forehead. “Grandfather, there’s nothing between us yet. She doesn’t even know I like her.”
“What?!” The old master’s mustache bristled and his eyes widened in outrage. “Why are you so slow? Haven’t inherited any of my good qualities at all. Go confess already, pursue her!”
“Grandfather, now isn’t the right time.” Xiao Junhe sounded a little helpless.
The old master snorted. “Nonsense! Chasing after a girl doesn’t—”
At that very moment, the five peak semi-divine cultivators finally reached an agreement. They nodded in unison. The Sky-Piercing Finger.
One among the five extended a finger, and with a crisp sound, the formidable cultivators before them were instantly reduced to ashes.
The Great Heavenly Tribulation raged like a mad god, as if intent upon destroying the earth itself. The cultivators present all retreated to a safe distance, watching in terror. The spot where the Alchemy Platform stood was now like the mouth of an erupting volcano, firelight, lightning, and thunder rolling in endless waves, as if the heavens themselves were collapsing.
It was a despicable idea, a shameless and sordid thought—but one could not deny that it was clever.
Wang Changling agreed readily. As Su Jin had said, such an action would do the country no harm. It proved an old truth: there are no permanent enemies in this world, especially in the arena of power. Not long ago, the two sides had been locked in bloody conflict, corpses littering the ground; yet in the blink of an eye, they could become relatives by marriage. Old grudges and bitter feuds counted for little in the grand scheme of things.
They called it paperwork, but in truth, there was none at all. Take that Mercedes outside for example. They’d only taken a photo; no other procedures whatsoever. Everyone knew the paperwork was missing, but no one dared say a word.
Seeing that nothing was amiss, they continued on their way, and before long arrived at the spot where the sixth brother had planted his ginseng. He looked around; this should be the place. In truth, he only remembered the general area—if asked to point out the exact spot, he might not have known.
Hou Hengzhi was caught off guard, still drinking when Shi Lei suddenly blurted out “ten million.” The fiery spirit burned his throat, making him choke and cough for a long while, his face flushing crimson before he finally caught his breath.
The others glanced at each other, all eyes brimming with shock. Those who knelt understood the implication—knowledge of the secret, and therefore, a closer connection to the core. Only those who knelt were truly at the heart of things.

He not only had to meticulously clear away all remaining enemies behind the main army, but also establish a smooth and reliable supply line for his hundred thousand troops on the western front.
It was only now that Ouyang Min regained her composure, hastily straightening her disheveled clothes, her heart filled with shame. The voices outside—they sounded like Yue Mingzhu and Mu Jiu?
Along the way, Leng Anning spent lavishly, buying many things. The four men behind her were each laden with packages.
By now, Leng Yi understood her intention. He immediately opened the diesel generator’s fuel cap, took the simple torch from An Ran’s hand, and placed it into the tank, letting the diesel-soaked cloth wrapped around the stick soak up the fuel.
The other party treated her well. Though his words were blunt, beneath the coldness she could feel his concern.
Leng Ye and An Ran both smiled faintly but said nothing more. An Ran leaned into Leng Ye’s arms, continuing to watch television, while Leng Ye held her close, neither of them eating anything.
A week later, Wanwan met Liu Dawei and Zuo Qiumin at home, and only then did she learn that Liu Guangyi had laid his intentions bare—he wanted to marry Zhong Yi.
There was only a single deep footprint; the rest had already been restored by the grass—a perfectly natural occurrence.
“Mother asks, when Ali returned from Lingnan, did he mention the National Preceptor to you?” Lady Wang inquired.
To calm the people, Emperor Wei would later host a grand banquet in the Hall of Virtue, formally bidding farewell to the foreign envoys. Ji Jue could not attend, but Chen Ze could.
“The president wants to see me?” Chen Jiaojiao was a little surprised. She had an excellent relationship with the current president of Starry Sky. Back when the company changed leadership, it was precisely the current president who had propelled her to fame, so she felt deeply grateful.
She’d been wondering why the past two days had been so quiet—turns out, the trouble was yet to come. Ning Xiyue thought to herself in secret.
This was a case of scholars meeting soldiers—He Xuan gave them no opportunity for reason or explanation, and courtesy was of no use.
“Divine spirit—we are going to witness a divine spirit.” One of the members of the Society of Heaven muttered blankly, forgetting that they were surrounded by Qing soldiers. Divine light was condensing into a deity! Such a scene was a once-in-a-lifetime event.
“Brother Qin Yue, I finally see you. Did you come to find me?” Si Dong spoke, her voice as gentle as winter sunlight, enough to melt all the world’s coldness.

This time, the Strongest Voice competition was held in Hangzhou. Nightglow and Liu Chiyan began to prepare for the trip. The contest would begin on Saturday, so they had to arrive on Friday to get ready.
After hanging up on Gong Yang, Huang Sheng hurriedly summoned the company’s executives and board members for a video conference. The meeting was brief, and its purpose clear—to bring down Feiyang Information & Entertainment Technology Company.
“I don’t care about any so-called Gate of Immortality. I only want your lives.” Bai Li Yun saw that Pushan was attacking with full force. Judging by his power, this monk was already half a step into the Fifth Great Realm. There was no hope in matching his mystical arts; only speed and brute strength could contend with him.
Their news was all hearsay and rumor from the common folk. Ning Xiyue didn’t truly expect them to uncover anything new, she merely wanted to gauge the extent of the situation’s spread.
Several days passed. I continued working nights and sleeping during the day; nothing out of the ordinary happened.
It was known throughout the land: during the Rebellion of Jingnan, Prince Ning, Zhu Quan, helped Prince Yan, Zhu Di, seize the throne. After ascending, Zhu Di settled Zhu Quan in Nanchang, and to this day, the title has passed through four generations. The current Prince Ning is Zhu Chenhao.
“What are you doing? What do you want with my friend?” Niao Ran puffed up like a rabbit with its fur on end, her cheeks round and eyes bright, adorable and beautiful.
Just as he turned, Xiang Yang caught a glint of silver flash under the water near the boat.
“What’s going on?” Wang Zhangzai asked. Only upon reaching the bottom of the city gate did they realize it was closed, and there were no guards on the walls.
After returning to the country, Zhou Heng set out to seek business partners. He thought it would be easy, but reality proved otherwise. He faced obstacle after obstacle; several bosses who had shown great interest changed their minds, saying they needed to reconsider.
No one wants to pour their heart out only to be betrayed. No one wants to give everything and receive nothing but scorn in return.