Volume One, Chapter 34: Iron Pot Stew with Giant Black Fish and Cornbread

Just like that.

Shen Youyu picked some eggplants from home and brought a few potatoes as side dishes. Erlong, after listening to his parents’ arrangements for a long while, carried a bundle of firewood in his arms. The three of them went together to Lin Hu’s house.

In truth, Lin Hu didn’t mind having more children around. Erlong was only eight or nine, with a runny nose and ragged clothes, hardly getting a good meal throughout the year. She glanced furtively at Chu Yuzhi, only to see him turned slightly to the side, his eyes brimming with affection and warmth as he gazed at her.

Tang Ying instantly guessed what this guy was scheming—something dirty, no doubt. She hesitated, wondering whether to intervene, but decided to record everything first.

When Xu Qiaoyou returned to the room, Song Luo was already sound asleep. Wang Yan kept watch outside the door. She felt truly grateful to Liu Ming and Wang Yan. Whether or not it was because of Chu Yuzhi, they were genuinely doing their best to protect them.

Her grandmother’s home was on the third floor of an old residential building more than twenty years old. The whole block was inhabited by teachers from Yangning No. 1 Middle School. Everyone respected her grandmother deeply, and it was they who had helped arrange all the funeral matters.

As for Zhong Yue’s obvious concern, Tong En felt a quiet warmth, though she didn’t know what to say. Zhong Yue, having finally relaxed his heart, also struggled to explain his own worry, finding himself momentarily at a loss for words.

That night, sitting in the living room smoking, he saw the zippo lighter in his hand. It was the one Gao Haotian had left behind, the one he’d promised to return, but never did. Somehow, he’d gotten used to using it himself.

Wielding the Sword of Heaven’s Son, the clouds scattered across the sky, and the wealthy lords of every land all migrated to Xianyang.

“You people from the Heavenly Dao Alliance are all cunning and sly. Do you think old Sun would fall for your tricks? Take this!” Sun Wukong shouted, and without further ado, leapt up. His golden staff transformed into a colossal pillar reaching the sky, crashing straight down at Mu Xifeng’s head.

Once again, Mumu enlarged his body, holding the giant flower open with all his might, refusing to let it close.

Shen Yuan lowered her head and inhaled lightly. Her innate sensitivity to spiritual herbs allowed her to instantly distinguish every ingredient within.

The Supreme Profound Heavenly Manual is your foundation. The power of this world will be your greatest aid in breaking through the ninth stage.

Her clothes, especially the collar, were already completely soaked through, clinging tightly to her body and outlining her exaggerated figure.

The remaining contestants, upon hearing the news, all cheerfully handed over the ten yuan information fee and were pointed in her direction.

There were low-grade ghost-eyed centipedes stretching twelve or thirteen meters, black-spotted giant rats migrated from elsewhere, thicker than calves, and fiery red fire-wheat ants with two cleaver-like pincers protruding from their heads.

Wen Ran seized his hand. As they fell, he wasn’t nervous at all, but happily pulled her into his arms.

As they spoke, A Su patted Li Ergou’s shoulder, all brotherly camaraderie, looking as if they couldn’t be closer.

“He’s not alive, but he must be saved,” Bo Zhou said in a low voice, tapping several times on the specter’s health bar and reducing it by twenty-one points.

The Divine Martial Sect’s techniques emphasized physical cultivation, deriving martial skills from spells, making it one of the top combat sects in the Immortal Realm.

Ye Sui was clearly at the end of his strength; two ordinary disciples were enough to handle him. With the people from Floating Cloud Mountain taking the lead, the others were less eager to act.

This was also one of the reasons she hadn’t killed Lin Yun directly before, choosing instead to use the Miyamoto family’s hand.

“This hellhole—how could anyone live here?” Xiao Mingxin, bundled in layers of thick clothing, was shivering uncontrollably. In fact, he wore every garment he owned.

Countless thoughts flashed through his mind, but their reality and illusion were impossible to grasp.

Ye Tang’s question struck like lightning, illuminating the sky of Gao Yuan’s mind! Yes—since the technique had evolved to sense energy alone, and now, with Ye Tang by his side, the treasure-seeking power had grown. Could it be, perhaps, that they could absorb energy now without even making physical contact?