Volume One, Chapter 101: Sister Is Still the Prettiest

When Shen Zhaowu woke, his head was aching and swollen, his body felt as though it had fallen apart, as if it were no longer his own.

He rubbed his temples.

"Awake?"

The man's cool, low voice lifted slightly, carrying a faint trace of amusement.

Shen Zhaowu turned his head.

Beside the bed sat Zhou Jingdu, dressed simply in a white home shirt, his hair not slicked back with meticulous care but falling loose and unbound.

Jack spread a map in his mind, looking at the transit hub, and then he recalled the few places he had just visited.

Jiang Qingliu looked down at the net in her hand, still somewhat dazed. Just now, freshly graduated with dual doctorates in sociology and agronomy, she had been teaching at the nation's highest academy; when students were in school, she taught class, and when they were on break, she traveled the world collecting samples and data. Guiding students, leading projects, and doing research had been her entire life.

"Gil?" The deity seated at the head of the command chamber was clearly one of the divine lords who had used the laws of space last time to rescue the Beast Clan's leader of the Swiftwind Division from Xi Ye's hands.

She felt that her life was about to change, and she would certainly cherish this chance well. Best of all, she might even design a garment that would become the latest fashion.

"I'll take just these few." Consort Xian made her choice, and then Consort Zhen and Consort De also picked out a few they liked.

But at this moment I had no mind at all to study inch by inch the exquisite embroidery on the bride's wedding robe, or how many rubies were set into it.

In the rear, Hou Junji patted Jin Guang on the shoulder and said in a tone of seasoned experience, "How is it? Doesn't it feel novel? It's the same outside too. There are even more people like this at Cross Slope. They are grateful, and all they ask for is enough to live on. Sadly, even that small hope is so hard to satisfy."

"Hello, could you let me take a look at that pair of diamond rings on your right?" the handsome young man asked with a polite smile.

But unfortunately, no one in this era could understand that humiliating gesture.

The president looked innocent enough; it must have been this Su Yi, with her deep scheming and high-handed tricks, who had deceived the worldly inexperienced man.

It seemed the old monster had been thoroughly enraged this time, leaving Daoist Friend Jia in such a grave situation. At once, all manner of expressions appeared on the faces of the onlookers, while Yun Ziqiong only furrowed her brows tightly, impossible to tell what she truly thought.

Upon hearing this, Liu Chong hurriedly said, "General Huang, could it be that you truly mean to fight me to the death?" At the same time, he cautiously shifted two steps to the left, retreating backward to see how Huang Zhong would react.

Although spiritual energy here was abundant, Yu Yan was not in a hurry to raise his cultivation to the mid liquid-state stage.

As soon as the words fell, Xiao Fan felt the water-ripple mark on his wrist grow hot, and then a piercing pain struck. It was as though a patch of skin had been torn from his wrist. The water-ripple mark vanished, separating from his wrist and floating in the air, glimmering with a jade-blue radiance.

"Don't blame him. He and Jiang Yaqi were childhood sweethearts," Wang Yuting explained in Ye Yanqing's ear.

"What is this? Why would your master give me such a precious thing? Is he trying to buy me off?" Han Bing said half in jest.

By the time the first hundred liquid-state cultivators on the Immortal Conferment List had just entered the grounds, they were immediately met with wave after wave of enthusiastic cheers.

Seeing the passengers in the cabin beginning to stir, the flight attendant spread her arms and tightly embraced the fat man who was about to start a fight.

Han Bing nodded and reached his hand through the crystal sphere, but his target was not the ancient zither. It was the scarlet longsword.

"I think you've gone insane, speaking such nonsense. There is only one way that could ever happen: you kill yourself to atone. Then our Sacred Water Palace will let the matter rest, and Fireflame Village will not need to fight for you. It is the best of both worlds," the vice palace master said with a cold laugh.