Volume 1, Chapter 26: Taking a Taxi

Seeing his eldest daughter’s face remain tense, Dong Er-cheng decided to reveal a bit of their financial situation; she would have to know after she was discharged anyway. Lowering his voice, he whispered, "Our family has money. Besides, after the house was robbed, the police couldn't solve the case, so they sealed off our home under the pretext of preserving the crime scene. This is actually a good thing!"

"Sealed? And you think that’s a good thing? Do you need to see a doctor?" Dong Qian-qian increasingly felt that her father in this original body might be suffering from cognitive impairment. They had nowhere to live—how could that be a good thing? Could it be that emptying the house had driven him to madness?

"Of course it's good! I’ve been eyeing a place on Fuxing Road in the Xuhui District..."

At this moment, I had already helped Luo Hong-xuan up. "Hong-xuan, are you alright?" I raised my hand to wipe the black blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

For Gao Feng’s selfless actions, the three of them were not only grateful but frequently went to him for guidance. As time passed, Gao Feng had unconsciously explained the entire mathematics curriculum from middle school to high school to them.

"So, other than 'feeling for stones to cross the river,' does the Third Senior Brother have no other methods?" Every word from Nangong Li seemed to carry a thorn, stinging Li Hao so much that he nearly argued with her. However, he had always possessed immense self-control, so he decided to treat this as another exercise in restraint. He gritted his teeth and held his tongue.

"If it wasn't you, then who could it be? Who killed Uncle Shangguan, and why did he write those two characters?" Xing Ji was also completely baffled. He, too, believed that Nangong Li would not have killed Shangguan Ling-er’s father.

Upon returning from school, before Lu Qing-he could even sit down, Li Chen-li ran over and pulled her aside secretively, avoiding Lu Qiang, who was cooking dinner in the kitchen.

The old man’s breathing was now as faint as a gossamer thread. His soul could no longer maintain its physical form and was gradually fading away. I finally rushed over and knelt beside him. "Grandfather, how could you be so foolish? How could you do this?" I choked, for there were no words to describe the grief in my heart.

Hearing Gao Feng’s request, Liu Xi hurriedly summoned the servants and ordered them to set off firecrackers in the courtyard, and the crowd followed them out to watch.

As for the silver and gold coins, while they could circulate directly in the market, Gao Feng did not want to increase the market's purchasing power out of thin air, which is why he had them pegged to copper coins as a reference.

After Jia Lian offered some further words of comfort, Dai-yu finally steadied her emotions and calmed her mind. Seeing how relaxed Jia Lian appeared, Wang Xi-feng, though still somewhat worried, thought that since Jia Lian was from a Duke’s household, it wouldn't be easy for him to get into trouble, and thus she felt much more at ease.

"Hey, I told you to go buy breakfast, why are you just standing there? Are you deaf?" The repeated scolding pulled Wang Lang back to reality from the memories of the body's original owner.

For Chu Tian-ce, this Pearl of Eternity, regardless of whether it was real or fake, was by no means something truly indispensable.

With a faint smile, Dong Shu-qiang replied, "Go inside and set the table; we’ll start the feast in a moment. Although we don't have a large Northeast-style iron pot, I reckon the flavor won't be half bad. Just you wait and see."

"Mr. Guo!" Chen Ya-xuan’s eyes grew misty, as if a layer of water vapor had surfaced within them.

If not seen with one’s own eyes, one would never be able to discover the existence of this hexagonal crystal through mere spiritual sense.

When entering the Hero Shop again, Priestess Bunsi was no longer lost in thought, but looking toward the door with an expression of anticipation.

Pain immediately permeated his entire body. It was not the pain of the skin, but a torment spreading from the bone marrow—a pain that felt deeply etched into one's very soul.

The Hang family, to which Hang Heng belonged, was one of the top family factions in the God-Pattern Valley; even compared to the Su family, the difference was negligible.

Behind every member of the Saint Spirit race grew at least six pairs of wings. Eight-winged, ten-winged, and even powerful winged beings with forty-eight wings were common sights.

The warriors all felt their breath hitch; their true essence was pushed to the limit in an instant, and even the two spirit-array masters drew their swords.

Because the war was so intense and cruel, many creatures were forced to flee underground, where they ran straight into Xun Tian.

The Demon God and the other races were all left in a fog. What kind of opportunity? Was there any place with an opportunity greater than that of the Dimensional Realm?

Even in the Central Province, an ordinary person who does not cultivate can live for three or four hundred years. If one is in good health, living for seven or eight hundred years is no problem at all, let alone a cultivator.

Did Aizen abandon his family and leave just to let him discover Nelliel and then seal his power?

Thor prepared to prove himself to this Earthling after retrieving the hammer, and incidentally, to make this Earthling his subordinate to join him in conquering the Nine Realms.

This left Ye Kun bewildered; he couldn't understand if this guy was just too excited or if his brain had short-circuited. Otherwise, how could he have such a massive reaction?

After all, when two works are repeatedly compared, fans subconsciously assume the gap in quality isn't that large. If fans are starved for anime, they won't care if the two sides are rivals; they will just jump into both, and perhaps the current performance of *Spirit Man* would be much better than it is now.

Although the crowd had witnessed Mu Ye’s miracles many times, his display of being able to communicate with animals still left them utterly shocked.

The King-level aura permeated the entire Tomb of the Undead King, making people feel the terror of a King-level existence every single moment.

To be shaken by King-level spiritual pressure from such a distance—all millions of people present felt the sheer foundation of the Falling Immortal Sect.

She let out a long sigh of relief, for seeing the stubborn expression on his face, she murmured, "Hmph, Heavens, you want to fight me? You're still a bit short."

Fortunately, the strength of the group was sufficient; otherwise, by being so distracted while dashing through this dense forest, they would have certainly ended up bloody and bruised within minutes.

Cui-er was fuming with rage. She shoved Gao Yue aside, leaving him to sprawl on the floor, and bore down on Die Wu.

"You two, stop moving! He just went in and hasn't come out yet. If you keep thrashing about, I... I can't take it anymore." Lin Yu-yan clung tightly to Chen Feng, her face flushed with shyness.

Shiva cast a cold, murderous glance at Qian Jian. Qian Jian felt as though he had fallen into an icy cave under that murderous gaze; his body stiffened instantly, and his reaching hand slowly retracted.

This dizziness felt like the sensation of being dead drunk—the kind brought on by business socializing or seeking thrills before one ever entered the Reincarnation Space.

What was more terrifying was that her thoughts and intentions could no longer be transmitted to Tang Yang-yu; their mental connection had been severed. Had it not been for Tang Yang-yu’s meticulous observation, she would likely have already fallen unconscious or suffered a grave disaster.

The Jie sisters, suddenly attacked, opened their eyes and discovered it was that rascal Mu Yi, and both bit him on the shoulder.