Volume 1, Chapter 32: The Birthday Banquet

Ferreira surged forward with the ball, the Portuguese defender galloping down the right flank without encountering a single obstacle. It wasn't until he crossed the midfield line that he faced Ribery for the first time.

Moreover, while the Chu Estate might appear archaic, how could Chu Nanshan have served as a prince for so many years without having any weight to his name? He might not possess the legendary thousand-year-old snow ginseng, but he certainly had no shortage of high-quality medicinal ginseng worth a small fortune! Why should he lower himself by coveting those three roots of snow ginseng at the cost of his dignity as a prince and patriarch?

As Xu Zhong helped her strap in the child, he said, "I'll carry Dandan; you push the stroller." Even though the path was a narrow stone trail, pushing an empty stroller was quite easy.

After getting out of bed, she saw her phone had fallen out from under the quilt. She hesitated for a moment before dialing Mu Tianyang again.

Chu Nan felt a wave of goosebumps. He had heard of sketching competitions, but never of a "Dragon and Tiger Fight" art competition. If this trend became popular, would everyone spend their days studying combat stances whenever they had nothing better to do?

Just then, Brother Wu’s phone rang. It was a call from Cui Dong, reporting that "The Rat" had been taken care of. Brother Wu was instantly struck by confusion and asked Cui Dong how this had happened. To his surprise, it turned out that Shen Xiao had led a team to eliminate The Rat, and the job had been executed perfectly.

Following this, under Fang Shaotian's leadership, several more of the Shen Clan's establishments were looted. For the Shen Clan, this was not just a financial loss, but a matter of honor.

"A mere nobody, not worth you gentlemen's acquaintance." The person inside the pavilion did not reveal their identity, and no one dared to press the matter, slinking away in embarrassment.

Hearing this, Miao Tian could not help but blush. At the same time, he secretly admired Brother Wu’s magnanimity. Perhaps this was why Shao Tang could never defeat Brother Wu. Little did Miao Tian know, Brother Wu possessed no such generosity.

Chu Nan didn't retreat but instead advanced, flashing into his opponent's striking range. His left hand struck out with the cold energy from his lower dantian, while his right hand unleashed the hot energy from his middle dantian.

Hearing this, Lin Chen looked toward Chen Ling in the distance, then glanced at the blade in his hand and uttered four words: "Let nature take its course!"

"In other words, no matter how large a faction is, only a limited number of people can enter the Immortal Tomb?" I asked.

The high-level experts who had been besieging Song Tong began to lose focus as they watched their subordinates—Diamond, Legendary, and Epic-tier warriors—being repeatedly slaughtered by Fang Bing. After all, these were the backbone of their city's strength.

Lin Ran had reached the top floor by now. There was no rooftop terrace in this building, but the top floor was exactly where Lin Ran needed to be.

Seeing this, Lin Chen gave all the pills and gold to Zhou Chengwei, and additionally handed him a storage ring.

"Squat there and don't move. Wait for our army to come and take you prisoners. If you dare to run, you're dead meat," Tie Niu said, tossing the soldier onto a patch of wild grass.

However, did Dongfang Yinan have his eyes on Paul? Regarding Cheng Chi’s potential and how a young person in this era should become a venture capitalist managing security risks—based on the current situation, this was certainly the best decision.

Ugh, that seemed a bit unkind. After all, the Qingshan Sect relied entirely on this spiritual vein. Forget it; she already had her own space, so she would spare this vein for now.

Thinking about all this, Lin Ran felt quite lucky. Although he didn't have a deep understanding of this world, he retained some vague impressions from his previous life, so he wasn't completely in the dark.

This was consistent with our previous hypothesis: the Yin Ruins had suffered damage from some kind of large-scale, lethal spell.

The next day, Qiao Lian took a taxi to the newspaper office. She expected to be met with Su Meimei’s interrogation about why she was with Fan Jie yesterday, but to her surprise, when she entered the office, Su Meimei merely glared at her a few times without saying a word, heading straight for the Editor-in-Chief’s office.

Tang Tang looked at Xia Zheng, who had entered the room fully dressed, and was stunned for a moment; her eyes slowly welled up with tears.

This was a variety show featuring songs. The guests were singers with new releases. After their performances, the audience and judges would score them, and the final ranking would be determined by combining these scores with sales figures.

Su Qianci was firmly restrained, her throat nearly raw from screaming, but no one moved or paid her any heed.

Li Sicheng and Su Qianci did not coddle their children, but they would not allow Li Jianyue to experience the harshness of society at such an early age.

"Where are we going?" After the car left the airport, it turned onto a road far from the city center. Tang Tang asked in surprise.

Shen Liangchuan thought of something, his expression turning somber, and he walked out onto the balcony with his phone.

Yun Xiao seemed not to have heard him; his slender fingers gently smoothed Yun Luofeng’s hair, a faint, shallow arc appearing on his lips.

"Are you going to surrender on your own, or should I help you? By the way, I’m quite happy to help." Believing himself to be in a position of absolute dominance, Tony Stark began his taunts.

Shadow One had grievances he could not voice; he had been deceived by Steward Qiao as well. But he could not explain, and the current situation allowed for no such explanations.

"Xi'er, Xi'er, don't leave me! Don't!" Yun Yi kept murmuring, kissing her forehead. Tears dripped onto the begonia flowers, creating wisps of white mist that finally faded away into nothingness.

Fang Xiaodao, who had initially viewed Fu Yan as a romantic rival, naturally overheard everything without surprise. He wasn't some naive novice; after reflecting on himself and listening to this, he weighed their overall strengths and felt a sense of inferiority, a willingness to concede defeat.

Facing Ailinluo, Fang Li repeated the same actions he had performed the day before. Ailinluo nodded, "Continue practicing." Having said that, she ignored him and returned to practicing her own martial arts.