Volume One, Chapter 118: The Antidote Is in My Body, Isn't It?

“Of course, if I’m lying, may lightning strike me,” Huo Shao swore, holding up three fingers. His gaze, fixed on her, was more sincere than ever before.

Yang Wanqing thought for a moment, then said, “I can’t just take your word for it. I’ll have to see how you behave from now on. My affection for you before was unconditional, pure and simple.”

“But now, there are too many things to consider. I only believe in wholehearted love. If you betray me again, I really won’t hesitate to divorce you.”

Huo Shao understood. He stroked her face and kissed her deeply again. “I promise, from now on, there will never be any more rumors about me. Even if there are, they’ll only...”

Meanwhile, Meng Shi was in the conference room, listening to her colleagues report on recent work progress, when her phone, which was lying face down on the table, suddenly began to vibrate.

Director Dong Qian, a man seasoned by many grand occasions, waited as everyone pondered for a while and weighed their options. Once he was sure they’d all figured things out, he laid his cards on the table.

No one in the audience expected Li Changshou to call for even more recruits, and from the sound of it, the benefits would be even better. How could they not be excited and thrilled?

At the center of the White Banner Tatars’ frontlines, amidst a sea of fluttering banners, a strikingly young, proud, and aristocratic Tatar youth raised his riding crop, looking with evident displeasure at an elderly Tatar beside him.

Trends in the future have their own soil; today’s fads have their own roots. Songs that travel through time are like branches transplanted without proper grafting—hardly likely to thrive.

The path narrowed ever more, with massive boulders here and there barely supporting the weight of the cavern. The group felt the air grow more oppressive, but the arrows still pointed in this direction.

A roar echoed in the distance, and the entire cave began to shake. Waves of wind swept through. Ge Xi Wu Ying whipped around, exclaiming, “It’s finally begun.” Her voice was heavy with sorrow, her eyes complicated as she looked back into the shadowy passage.

No one cares about all those online trolls and real debates—everyone simply participates in the gossip for its own sake.

The man in question held an unusually special position: he was the shared “Glove Man” for the first three rows before the podium. His disappearance immediately caused an uproar.

Lu Zhiyuan gazed after Ah Yao with a meaningful look before heading upstairs. Just as he was about to close the door, he remembered what happened when Wu Shangxiang went up and hurried to the third floor to knock, but got no answer.

That was her mother. She didn’t know why, but suddenly she just knew it in her heart, and countless other memories surged up with it.

It was hard to imagine that Yuan Yuan, obsessed with cleanliness, could tolerate her house in such a mess. What could have triggered this?

Because Wen Tian was sitting to Wen Xin’s left, his left hand remained in his bag, trying to conceal his injury.

What kind of miracle doctor openly hugs a man in public without a hint of shame?

“Every Christmas, the New York police increase their patrols, and we intelligence agents are all sent out, hunting for criminals in the shadows and stopping them before they act,” Carter added.

“Doesn’t Anhui also need to leverage the Republican Party’s political resources?” the old man pressed, unwilling to let it go.

Elder Han’s sharp, searching glare was so intense that Lin Xiyao felt weak in the knees, feeling embarrassed at her own lack of composure.

Most of what she’d just said was merely out of pique. When she was with Han Yiqian, she could sense the familiarity between them, the harmony even in their bodies.

“All right, I’ll walk you out.” Despite his pain, Xuanyuan Hongjiang kept up his act in front of outsiders, courteously escorting Ye Xue to the door.

Saying little more, Xing Chu chatted briefly and told them they could stroll around the outer cave, but warned them not to wander outside lest someone with ill intentions spot them and reveal the family’s whereabouts, jeopardizing their plans.

“Yeah, my family forced me to come.” After speaking, both of them gave helpless, bitter smiles.

“Ye Tian, since you’re all right, we’ll head back now,” Chen Xiaoya said with relief.

Upon hearing Ye Tian agree, Lan Xi finally relaxed. He was worried Ye Tian would act impulsively; the undercurrents in China ran deep, and he didn’t want Ye Tian wading into such turbulent waters.

“If the Yu family head and his wife were hoping you’d make connections with those shopkeepers, you wouldn’t be left without a single coin now,” Floating Cloud Nuan said, spreading her hands.

As soon as Wolf Fang left their line of sight, Bao Luo immediately sent word to Ruihe Tower to strengthen their defenses.

Tanluo crouched in front of Jing Yao, deftly removing his clothes. She took hot water from a bamboo tube and washed his body, then tended to the wound on his head.

A mysterious master had suddenly appeared among them, making everyone wary and uneasy. Though Zhang Renkui had turned over a new leaf, what if that gaunt, hawk-eyed man entered the underworld?

For days, they struggled through the snow—at first full of hope, but later aimless. They scoured every inch of the Kunlun Ruins but found nothing.

“His breath is steady, his cultivation stable, and there’s no sign of damage to his foundation,” Su Miaoyu said after studying Li Hexian’s eyes for a moment.

Lin Bing was not one for gossip. After congratulating them, she turned to discuss with Meng Tao the houses they’d soon be viewing.

Finally, Lu Qiyi announced that on her sister’s engagement day she would give out red envelopes—999 in total, each with three digits—reminding viewers to watch her and Warm Wind’s profiles closely.

Yichen must have known from the start that with a soul of reincarnation, Red Abyss, and too much impurity, one could never achieve the Nine Dragons Body. That’s why he orchestrated the war of gods and demons—to find the Painted Heart and separate the Dragon Soul.

Meng Tao had an unspoken requirement when choosing partners: the company should be among the top three in their country’s plastic film industry, because patent royalties were collected based on annual sales. The bigger the company, the more sales channels, and the more money he would earn.

Next to the Silver River Logistics drone research base stood an even more modern research center, which immediately caught Lu Zixin’s attention when he arrived.

Su Mi toiled day and night. Her hard work finally paid off after many experiments—she succeeded.

Elsewhere, Li Hu led a team of officers into an open field. Yang Shi guessed that every one of them might be an evolver.

Selfrey couldn’t understand a word of Lei Changjiang and Ning Haifu’s conversation. Only then did he realize that they might not understand him either, so he turned to his translator for help.