Volume One, Chapter 85: Berserk Transformation
He was not only a pharmacist but also the world's most distinguished biologist. The path he walked was one of transforming biological genes through pharmaceuticals, evolving life from its very essence. In contrast, a puppeteer was more akin to a brigand—stealing the powers of others, enslaving other creatures to achieve their own ends. The two sides had looked upon each other with disdain from the very beginning. This was a clash of ideologies.
He clenched his fists; no matter what special abilities the three of them possessed, before Yue Chongming, none would leave alive.
Cheng Mei, seizing the moment, began to take items from her basket one by one and arrange them on the table in front of her. Seeing Lele about to speak, Cheng Mei quickly shushed her. Lele covered her mouth with her hand, her face brimming with mischievous delight.
“In the future, let me go with you!” Only after hearing Cheng Mei’s words did Jiang Heng realize the practical issue he had overlooked. Cheng Mei was a traditional medicine doctor—how could she prescribe medicine without gathering herbs herself?
No matter which city in the extreme north of Jiuzhou these eleven people were placed in, they would become its guardian envoys.
The person she used to be had turned from someone used to waiting into someone plagued by anxiety, constantly calling Qi Xu and ceaselessly inquiring about his daily whereabouts. In the end, she even hired a private investigator to follow Qi Xu, only to discover he was already engaged to Su Yiran.
As long as Lord Song found a way to expand the city, all the officials would rally to his side, for expansion meant more resources for Binning City, greater strength, and the chance to become a city like Sunset City.
Why did Foolish Pillar insist on stopping Xu Damao at this moment, flaunting his authority as the canteen supervisor?
And in that moment, both hearts brimmed with sweetness—an incomparable sense of joy and heartfelt emotion.
No one believed in Qin Lang; they all saw him as a useless man, incapable of finding opportunity within the Dragon Veins.
Yuan Ruowei was afraid of unexpected events, so her villa in her space was equipped with everything: clothes, jewelry, daily necessities, all prepared in advance.
But how could An Xiaoxiao, seeing her beloved so rarely quiet, forgo the perfect chance to tease her beauty?
Fang Yin, too, sat cross-legged, closing her eyes to rest. The closer the year-end exam approached, the more vital it was to preserve her energy.
She bent down, scooped up her son Zhang Shen, and kissed him again and again. Zhang Han was overjoyed, and seeing his father holding his brother, Zhang Ning couldn’t help but babble, reaching out to be held as well. With one child in each arm, Zhang Han put on an exaggerated look of distress.
He suddenly remembered—the company president was taking him to the construction site today. Although Wei Xiaodong had been selling building materials for so long, he had never actually been to a construction site. This, he had to admit, was a failing.
Having realized this, Elder Bai Lie no longer hesitated. He circulated his true energy, transforming it into a raging inferno, a fire dragon capable of incinerating all before it, sweeping relentlessly toward Gu Qing.
After nearly twenty days of arduous travel and a series of unforeseen incidents, Ye Piao and his diplomatic cavalry finally passed through the towering walls of Pompeii in Soren Prefecture, emerging onto the streets of the capital where politics and economics converged, and where military power reigned supreme.
Power—that fleeting force he once felt in the arena—once more surged through his slender palms.
Even at midnight, the streets of Manila teemed with people. In such stifling heat, no one wished to stay indoors or could fall asleep, so everyone wandered the streets or sought relief beneath the shade of large trees.
If Mu Zhao remained silent, the Qin family would not press her further, but now that she had spoken, they would show no courtesy.
Thus, the days slipped by in quiet routine. The carving knife was returned the day it met Ibuki Fuko, and in return, Ibuki Fuko gifted Fang Mu a wooden starfish.