Chapter 36: First-Grade Alchemist

The end of every month was the time to collect the monthly stipend. After Hua Changxi divided the medicinal pills with Eunuch Yu and Yu Hui, she hurried out of the Qihuang Pavilion. She first returned to her sleeping quarters to lock the pills in her cabinet, then headed straight to the Internal Affairs Bureau to collect her stipend.

On the way, she ran into Steward Du Ruo and Lu Qingluo’s group, who had just finished collecting theirs.

"Steward Du."

Hua Changxi greeted her with a proactive smile.

Du Ruo glanced at her, uttered a faint "Hmm," and then...

Meiguo had also heard that the "Chunmanxiang" tea house in Yanjing was extremely famous. While staying at Xieyu Pavilion, she could not stop thinking about Mofan’s situation. Feeling stifled, she simply took Minghong and left the palace to ask for the location of "Chunmanxiang," intending to taste the tea fragrance hailed as the best in the world.

Four crisp "shhh" sounds rang out. A bright light flashed seven times in succession; the mark on Bilis’s body, which had been dim after being forcibly severed from her home planet by Di Shitian, suddenly flared with starlight.

"Since my home is local, it doesn't really matter whether I stay in the dorms or not," Qu Zhiheng had no choice but to say.

When he stepped out of the room again, there were no more online players in the gathering area. Gao Shou left the place, found a secluded spot, and climbed up a remote tree before logging off with peace of mind.

For the sake of the men they loved deeply, they would not hesitate to give everything, no matter what was asked of them.

"That's right, otherwise I'd still be like this at three years old," the fourth one said, tilting his face and sticking his finger into his mouth.

As for the arrows, they were pulled from the rear wall of the carriage. Because Fissler was so confident in his archery, he did not coat the tips of his arrows with poison.

If it were the Enlaike of the past, he would certainly have replied that mercenaries were non-commissioned irregular soldiers with limited combat effectiveness, and thus not worth equipping with high-end gear. However, having witnessed Joe’s prowess, it was clear that a mercenary force with such skills would be greatly beneficial for achieving victory.

Should he pull out the long-unused Rock-Splitting Axe to test the blunt-force resistance of this armor?

"Buying something for my younger brother." After changing the subject, Xie Jun’s expression did indeed relax significantly.

Foot baths and full-body massages, besides their health benefits, had the miraculous effect of stimulating and setting the mood. The refreshed guests felt even more affection for the girls who had just cleared their meridians and blood flow; they were not as impatient as usual, but instead showered them with tenderness before proceeding to the main event.

If soul-snatching were the truth, everything could be explained. A person on the verge of losing their soul, spirit, and self truly had no need to know the complete Six-Yang Essence Technique, no need to understand the common knowledge a cultivator should possess, no need to know how to control the Six-Yang Heart Sea, and no need to know so many other things.

He mentioned that the War Eagle Special Operations Brigade would be recruiting new soldiers in a few days. At that time, Zhou Zhigang would introduce Mo Chen to the leader in charge of recruitment. With Mo Chen’s comprehensive strength, it would surely be far too easy for him to get in.

Except for a slight slowing of its descent and a golden light that was not as dazzling as before, the surface of the golden mountain, still falling toward the hundred-foot circular disk, remained completely undamaged. Luo Hongmei was instantly struck with shock. With a thought, she hurriedly shifted the self-spinning hundred-foot disk to the side.

Hearing this, Baili Yuxiao glanced at Di Xiaohan, who looked somewhat guilty beside her, and gave him a big eye-roll.

The two chatted until the sky grew dim, agreeing to meet again the next afternoon to continue their conversation before parting ways.

"Your sister?" Murong Shao-gong frowned. It was only when he recalled Ouyang Qianlong just now that he opened his mouth, wearing an expression of disbelief.

The place definitely needed someone to dance. She needed money to run her shop, and this place was not a bad spot to earn some.

He could not help but imagine what Yu Jingyi’s sister looked like, and to his surprise, she resembled the image of the village aunties—all broad-shouldered and thick-waisted, fierce as tigers, violent as fire, and sharp-tongued and difficult to deal with. A chill instantly ran through him, and his face shifted in color.