Chapter 58: Turning Fourteen

"Hiss-clack~"

Deep within the Nanchishan Mountain Range, inside a cave not far from the Fire Spirit Mine rift, Hua Changxi was intently refining medicinal pills.

[Tier 1 Alchemist (Superior Grade Pill): Pill Refining 101 cauldrons, 101/1000]

After refining over 100 cauldrons of middle-grade Primordial Spirit Pills, the quality of the pills produced thereafter upgraded to superior grade.

Hua Changxi collected the superior-grade Primordial Spirit Pills into the Shennong Cauldron and continued her refining.

She knew that, currently—

Looking at the old man, Chen Fan was seventy percent inclined to believe him, with thirty percent remaining skeptical. However, Chen Fan had no intention of exposing him; in this regard, it could be considered that Chen Fan and the old man were taking what they each needed.

The spiritual energy contained in the remaining sea of blood was not even as much as the spiritual energy within the body of a single Profound Infant cultivator.

"Did Old Hu also help that mother and son bully you too?" Thinking of Shen Sheng's words earlier today asking him to "stand up for him," Nangong Yu's face darkened once again.

He left Gu Ran's home without a shred of lingering attachment. Without looking back, his departure was utterly resolute and fierce.

"Then, what should I learn? Or rather, what should I be capable of doing?" Zuo Mo tentatively asked. Although he had studied professional management, it was merely armchair strategizing; much of it relied on practice, yet his internship career had lasted a mere dozen days or so, leaving him no choice but to ask Yan Su.

Starting in 1994, Fang Jikang raised the salaries of the veteran employees. Those old workers who had accompanied the factory through its most difficult times received promotions and pay raises, fulfilling Fang Jikang's original promise: low wages were only temporary, never permanent.

Wang Yinchang dismounted from his sedan chair, handed his calling card inside, and waited in the concierge room. The gatekeeper took the calling card inside to report to Prince Fu.

The expenses of private schools were extremely exorbitant, and it was precisely for this reason that the three members of Dragon Brother's group conceived the idea of making money themselves to supplement household expenses.

"Good! Having Uncle Ling investigate is the safest course of action! Xue'er, then I thank you!" Long Xing felt a trace of guilt, yet gazed affectionately at Ling Xue as he spoke.

After all, there was no ghost in this world bold enough to court death by wandering under the very nose of Long Liuxi—who was the True Dragon of Shenzhou—let alone do so without being detected.

Presently, Zhao Xian was twenty-seven years old, while Ah Xiu had just turned twenty-five. Their age at this point closely resembled that of later generations.

Zhao Xian nodded with satisfaction, found a breakfast shop on the back alley street, ordered several bamboo steamers of dumplings, and pulled Xiang Shaoyang down to sit with him.

Although his heart was filled with absolute despair, he still could not avoid feeling the common fear when facing death. Seeing that Jun Moxuan directly above remained silent, he thought to himself that he was undoubtedly dead this time.

Seeing that the door to Mother Wang's room remained tightly shut as if she had not yet risen, it made him all the more restless and uneasy.

Losing cities and territory, leaving the common people to suffer, and facing condemnation from all under heaven—under such universal censure, the punishment would likely not be as simple as a demotion and a salary cut. Meanwhile, he could completely extricate himself from it; once the storm subsided and after some maneuvering, he could entirely go to another commandery city to serve as commandery captain or even grand administrator.

At this moment, Shui Qingyuan's anger had reached its absolute peak. His face was livid as he stared at Gu Yue, his hands half-hidden within his sleeves clenched so tightly into fists that they trembled continuously.

"Oh my, people who are handsome always have very distinct facial contours, just like my husband..." Reaching this point, Xia Ying abruptly stopped herself. Why on earth had she started talking about him?

Ever since he met Tanaka Shu, Li Junren had never witnessed a situation where Tanaka Shu lost his composure. At any given time, his face was always written full of confidence.

Su Mu let out a breath. He had arrived here less than an hour ago, but what he had experienced felt as though an entire century had passed.

While internally blaming myself, I carried this pair of beautiful shoes to an inconspicuous spot nearby and placed my old shoes into the shoebox.

Lin Chong'er was caught completely off guard by a sharp slap across the face from Xia Ying. The blow was heavy and loud, striking Lin Chong'er's face with such force that a sharp, ringing hum echoed in her ears, nearly leaving her deaf.