Chapter 37: Chen Xiuhua

Gu Zhuo frowned slightly. If she had to say what she found most difficult to adapt to after returning to this era, it would undoubtedly be the utter lack of boundaries in people's interactions. She disliked this relentless probing into personal matters.

Yet it was clear that neither Xiao Zhao, who was asking, nor Jiang Yongjian, who was being questioned, saw anything wrong with it.

“But still, losing half a year’s wages shouldn’t make you panic like this,” Xiao Zhao still couldn’t understand.

“That’s because my partner’s parents have issued an ultimatum, saying—”

“Chen Ping, let me tell you, power obtained through such means will never earn anyone’s respect.”

The emperor was somewhat surprised. Aside from stepping forward each day to present memorials on attacking Dongyu or military matters, Jia Hui would simply sit there in silence.

Tomorrow they would be setting out with their personal guards to join the border troops. Today, they gathered at a restaurant; it would be two or three months before they saw each other again.

Correspondingly, the points they earned from completing missions would automatically be doubled—half would go to themselves, and half to Luofu.

However, Jia Hui, who never cared much for etiquette, didn’t take this too seriously. After all, Yue Lido was at least his recognized concubine, formally entered into his family’s genealogy, and acknowledged by the court as a concubine of the eighth rank. In the royal family, she would be called a secondary consort.

Everything in the room was new, the finest quality, and even a brazier had been placed there—these things warmed Yun Xi’s heart.

Originally, he had thought the visitor was just a patient seeking acupuncture, something he had some understanding of. But now, it was clear that things were nothing like what he’d first imagined.

A few bolder individuals peeked their heads around the shop’s entrance, only to see Lord Lu covered in blood and flesh, which made them nauseous.

“Well, Mi Nannan has asked Lu Xuan countless times already—her heart is completely set on him,” someone remarked sourly, a touch of frustration in their tone.

“Get lost! Stop pretending to be so kind—it makes me sick!” Qin was so provoked by Yun Xi’s words that she wished she could tear her to pieces.

Hearing those words, he felt as if an uncontrollable chill had swept over him.

Yet, those teleportation arrays disappeared after sending people inside, so to leave the Mystical Realm, one had to use the Mystical Token.

Zuo Xuandu took a few more bites from his lunchbox, then scampered off toward the kitchen, leaving a dumbfounded Brahma Emperor and Ruan Sixue, face flushed and mouth covered, behind.

Xiao Nuolan’s best friend, Gao Yanan, nudged her when she saw Xiao Nuolan watching Luo Lin and Monkey leave the classroom.

This was the spirit tablet for the household guardian, inscribed with “To the spirit of our beloved child Hong Wuyi.” In front of the tablet sat a hand-knitted sweater, not beautiful but lovingly made.

However, faced with an onslaught from nearly a hundred powerful peers, Qin Manyan, without the support of the Shadowless Transformation, was inevitably severely wounded.

“You insolent wretch, how dare you insult the Buddhist order!” At the same time, within the Bodhi Heart Array beneath the snowy mountains, the Bodhi tree trembled violently. A figure emerged—it was the Mother Buddha Zhunti, appearing in a rage.

At this moment, Yang Mucheng sat there, eyes lowered, in a state between sleep and wakefulness. Even as that wild thunder was about to crash down upon him, he showed no reaction, as if entirely oblivious.

A commander’s fury sent the followers of the Northern Sea Saint Son fleeing with their master, making everyone realize just how formidable the Sea Domain truly was.

But if one’s cultivation advanced and the power within the dantian and qi sea broke through the membrane formed by the Primordial Indestructible Qi, would Qi Tianshou’s cultivation not fall back again?

Now that the name had been spoken, there was no reason to conceal anything else.

In terms of rank, Sergeant Karl should have saluted Leon at once, since he was a non-commissioned officer and Leon was an officer.