Volume One, Chapter 35: The Aluminum Lunchbox

Darui strained his vision to its limit, yet still could not confirm the target. If he delayed any longer, the spray horse’s second attack would come.
A certain type of spatial ring was a temporary one, with ample space suitable for storing beast cores, but typically lasting only ten days. During each trial in the prison realm, many would bring such temporary spatial rings to collect cores.
Those twenty-eight gemstones were all suppressed within the Celestial Demon Prison, the ninth-tier divine sword, Void Oblivion, among them, never emerging.
“If this continues, in another year, everyone will be surpassed by those two.” Lin Hai, now dressed and packing military supplies, felt a surge of urgency watching the two newly transferred soldiers train so diligently.
Most recruits by now had no strength left to run; they chose instead to walk.
“Hey, hey, crybaby.” Suddenly, a pair of hands grabbed my shoulders and yanked my hair, forcing my head away from his chest.
On the third day, Zhao Hui stayed the whole morning, but her elder brother didn’t come. Her throat hurt badly. That evening, he arrived, and their father lost his temper, blaming her brother for not having the doctor prescribe medicine.
“I’ve already given you enough respect, country bumpkin. I advise you to step aside early, or you’ll regret it,” the burly man said.
“Uh, sorry…” Before Ling Luoxi could finish, I shoved Jin Yexuan away in shame and anger, then kicked him off the bed. The others, including Jin Yexuan sprawled on the floor, were startled.
“You know it’s true. Yet after all I’ve done for you, you still won’t listen—always keeping things from me.” Tang Yan scolded as she withdrew her hand.
But losing meant taking off your trousers, and Red Hair wasn’t about to give up until the last moment. He braced himself and jumped, hoping for a miracle. Yet his leap was so clumsy that even his companions blushed for him.

Panyu Hong gave Yu Qiaoyue’s lovely face a loud smack, earning a dramatic eye roll, though she seemed to enjoy it nonetheless.
That day, the Bai family finally reclaimed what was theirs, now deeply regretting their past actions.
Mo Xi shook her hand; she had slapped Shen Hanluo with full force, and now her own hand hurt badly.
This unexpected event brought another result: my level rose to thirty after the battle. It was no surprise—Zhang Bian, who was over level one hundred, even gained a level. Though I merely absorbed experience, it was enough to level up.
“Then go be his ghost,” Su Jingya snapped, her temper flaring as she raised her sword.
“I have nothing else, but there’s always this thought in my heart: when danger comes, I never get a chance to help you. It frustrates me, and I can’t understand why I can’t help you. Alas!” Mei Xuelian sighed, looking at Panyu Hong.
The golden light stretching across heaven and earth slowly faded. The shattered sky and space were restored by Ye Feng, who extended his hand, infusing them with the aura of a martial god. As the sword in his hand, burning with golden bloodlines, gradually dimmed, its brilliance—having merged five holy artifacts—was unmatched.
When the white light appeared, Panlong emerged before Panyu Hong. The monk paid no attention to Panlong or Panyu Hong, instead cradling his alms bowl and inspecting it closely.
“Your Majesty, if you indulge this girl so much, sooner or later trouble will arise. I only think of your welfare. Now Zhenghua Hall is neither sovereign nor subject.” Empress Dowager Xi’s expression was grim; she had seized the perfect opportunity to discipline Tangtang, whom she could not tolerate in the slightest.
If the head of Apple, Wen Ming, were American, they would have room to maneuver. But since Wen Ming was Chinese, their efforts to block the iPhone’s sales in China were futile.
The old man sat cross-legged on the ground, placing the jade slip before him. At this moment, even with his profound abilities, he was helpless, able only to wait for Fusu to find his own way out.

Yet, the complete solution to the zombie virus was beyond anyone except Wen Ming.
Imagine—a high-ranking official of a nation, able to set aside his dignity and openly sell and promote products in the marketplace with his staff.
He couldn’t do anything to me now, so why fear him? I took another piece of fish and placed it in Ye Yuhan’s bowl, earning a murderous glare from her.
“What’s so great about him that you’re so distraught?” Li Mu understood his sister’s nature; whatever she wanted, she would get, a bad habit fostered by his indulgence.
The Lord of the Underworld hadn’t finished speaking when the King of the Underworld’s face turned livid. With a heavy slap, he struck the Lord, sending him rolling and crashing against the table corner.
What the elder didn’t say was that many physical weapons they’d sent to the center of the Devouring had become sustenance for the Devourer, but he dared not mention it.
Xun managed a weak smile. Though she still hadn’t accepted reality, Kato seemed to have understood long ago.
Yu Han’s eyes flickered—Yu Ji was the second elder of Shu Academy, ranking just below the chief elder, his cultivation unfathomable.
Sometimes, when the Lady and the Lord were away, Mid-Autumn Festival wasn’t celebrated in the manor—only when the Lord returned at night did they hold the festivities.