Chapter 214: Time for a gift~

Time for a gift~

This realm was sealed by several ancient ancestors of the Immortal Dao Academy using great divine power, strictly containing the chaotic aura of the Willow God and preventing outsiders from peering in.

Qiao Yuan sensed a scorching gaze fixed on him; he turned his head slightly, and his eyes landed on Aunt Yang.

Farm function: predict crop disasters, prevent crop disasters, handle crop disasters, increase farmland yield, enhance soil fertility, and boost farmers’ work enthusiasm.

Meng Tianyu ignored Sun Tan’s voice entirely and struck again through the air with the “Great Compassion Hand, Second Form.” Sun Wu lay on the ground, with no chance to even breathe—before he could react, the true qi handprint struck him again, driving him forcibly into the earth.

Ji Ruxue’s apology caught Old Man Huang off guard, but he soon explained what had happened after rescuing Ji Ruxue.

Spend twelve hundred coins to win over the clan members’ hearts; further, you need them to reclaim the barren hills, establish a chicken farm, and plant fruit trees.

When Wang Xinyi stepped into General Manager Han Shulin’s office, Han Shulin’s eyes bulged in shock, his gaze locked onto Wang Xinyi’s pants, his mouth suddenly dry.

“Juzi? Who asked you that? How do you even know this?” Her voice turned stern, and suddenly it sounded like she was interrogating me.

It’s like installing an entire computer into your mind. Once back, I can start my own computer development company, building on Murakami Computer’s foundation and integrating 21st-century computer technology to develop large-screen computers.

Xue Bingyu’s face was still flushed; she had been hiding in her room for so long, yet her mind kept involuntarily replaying Xu Fan’s words: “I’ll give you something below to eat.”

“So you chose the one you liked more—that means you like Qin Kexin and Su Wanqi both, but clearly prefer Su Wanqi more.” Zhang Xiaoyun said, unconsciously lifting her cup and drinking it down.

“How many days are you two planning to stay?” Wang Xudong sat with Wei Xifeng, sipping tea and chatting.

I drank a lot at the Imperial Aunt’s birthday banquet, but never expected to get so drunk I couldn’t remember what I’d said.

After Gu Ba’er and Huo Zizheng left, Gu Zhaochuan received a call and went out too, leaving no word for Bai Shuangshuang. He didn’t return all night; she thought for a long time before calling him, but he didn’t answer. She sent him a message—he didn’t reply.

Chu Yue seemed startled, then utterly flustered; she forgot everything else and immediately stepped out of the bathtub, pushing away Wen Shang.

The immense power of SSS rank, along with abundant supplies of spirit stones and recovery potions, made her deal with beast surges as easily as chopping vegetables—she naturally wouldn’t tire.

Though she had just enthusiastically urged Li Yalin to try the specialty dishes of her own shop, she immediately recalled Da Genzi’s godlike culinary skills.

“Yuerong, get well—once you’re well, everything will change.” Murong Zheng’s voice choked up; by the end, his words sounded like a vow.

“Fourth: you’re willing to serve the nation. Though you’ve retired, you still see yourself as a soldier. A soldier’s duty is to protect home and country; a soldier’s sacred obligation is to obey orders. You understand what I mean.” The old commander said while eating; no one drank.

Since we don’t need to set up a stall, there’s nothing to prepare now, so everyone can rest early.

On the way to escort Jin Suyan back to the Nangong Clan, Jiang Chengce remained silent, his face clouded with melancholy—this drew Jin Suyan’s attention.

As Chen Rong listened, her heart sank. She could tell Li Shi’s tone showed deep respect for the Prince of Nanyang, yet slight contempt for the Langya Wang Clan. Had something happened in the mansion? Had Chen Yuan fully sided with the Prince of Nanyang?

He Ranran had seen these five princesses many times before at General He’s mansion; she also knew they had originally been given to the He family by the Zhuge clan, though Grandmother Qiufeng had simply bestowed them upon He Qingfan.

Nightfall brought fog, obscuring the cold moonlight and limiting vision to just the immediate surroundings—farther distances vanished, as if one were imprisoned.

When he came, he only wanted to “figure out” what had happened that day—to pluck out the venomous snake in his heart, then walk away with a flick of his sleeve.

Hearing this, Naruto—who understood the horror of the Mangekyou Sharingan—immediately thought of Uchiha Madara, one of the legendary guardians of Konoha, whose Mangekyou Sharingan had stunned the entire world.

The Yin Marshal Hornet’s transformation held no special traits; as the saying goes, “The viper’s fang, the hornet’s sting”—the Hornet Yin Marshal’s aggression lay in his tail, specifically the stinger.

Jiang Chengce smiled broadly, then rehung his mask over his ears, assuming the posture of someone about to leave.

During rest time, though she longed to visit her opponent, Fuuko Chiyuki knew well the value of rest. After brief thought, she chose to return to the rest room and prepare for her next match.

After sensing the pressure in the air had eased, He Yi glanced at Si Tingming—his piercing eyes now softened with faint amusement, his usually stoic gaze rippling with quiet warmth.

Once the neutron mechanical protozoa complete this stage of evolution, their performance will preliminarily surpass the strength of the Divine Source Machine.

Considering this, he couldn’t wait to test it—but before that, he had to try another ability first.

The two mechanics’ pupils glowed azure; data streams bubbled across their retinas. Sudden electric currents surged over their bodies; transparent lines scattered and reassembled, shedding their invisibility camouflage mode, reverting to a mercury-like metallic form that gleamed brightly under the moonlight.

Of course, if that boyfriend didn’t have the face of a Liu Wang, it would be even more realistic.

I leaned over and kissed the photo; long-forgotten lecherous cells seemed to awaken.

They said they were going out to have fun; Shen Shi had always assumed it was some poetry gathering—or maybe a visit to a brothel with wine. He never imagined they’d end up here.