Dumplings, Longevity Noodles

As the time drew near, members of the Chang family began to file in successively. Even Li Da and Xu Huizu, who had been sitting outside just moments before, were brought inside.

By the Warring States period, the Heshi Bi had fallen into the hands of the State of Zhao. Upon learning of this, the King of Qin offered to trade fifteen cities for the precious jade disc. Recognizing the overwhelming might of Qin and daring not to offend them, the State of Zhao dispatched Lin Xiangru to carry the Heshi Bi on a diplomatic mission to Qin, giving rise to the famous tale of "returning the jade intact to Zhao."

The five of them searched the surrounding area for several more days, yet still found not the slightest trace of Zhang Cuishan. Consequently, they had no choice but to return to Wudang Mountain first to report back to Zhang Sanfeng.

Qing Shang's expression was exceptionally grim. In her entire life, she despised scum of this sort the most. No wonder that earlier during dinner, every time she laid eyes on Director Shen, she wore a look of utter contempt, wishing she could tear him to shreds on the spot.

Hearing Li Qingfeng's words, a strange glint flashed across Mu Qingqing's eyes, tinged with a trace of complexity. She had never imagined that Li Qingfeng was already a married man.

No wonder she had held such strong opinions against Liang Fei earlier; it was because she disapproved of his decision to sell off the nursing home.

"Before I reach my limit, can you still hold out?" Alria's gaze was as steadfast as a rock, entirely devoid of fatigue. Her fierce sword momentum actually forced Esifa to take a slight step backward.

Ever since the emergence of Archmages, they had consistently served as the primary driving force behind humanity's rise. As the pillars of mankind, and to clearly signify their status, Archmages crafted specialized magical robes to distinguish themselves.

Cao Nuoyi kept her head down without a word. For someone who cared so deeply about her family, accepting parting from loved ones was agonizingly difficult.

Lin Xue's facial features were inherently cold and striking, her skin as smooth, tender, and fair as crystal-clear jade. Now, paired with this pristine white wedding gown, she looked like an angel descended from the heavens—radiating nobility imbued with elegance, and elegance laced with stunning beauty.

The Grand Preceptor's expression changed drastically. She had never anticipated that Ai Qianwan's mastery over fire control would be so consummate.

The bonuses provided by these necklaces varied; some boosted attack power, while others enhanced defense. The bone-tooth necklace, specifically, increased maximum health points.

Zhao Qingchun patted Qian Guyuan on the shoulder and whispered a few words quietly into his ear.

Ibuki's mocking and disdainful voice rang out, yet as it reached Goto's ears, it echoed all around like a reverberation, making it impossible to pinpoint its exact origin.

"A private jet is easy enough to arrange, but these exit clearance formalities might be somewhat troublesome, wouldn't they?" John asked.

Zhang Xiao stepped forward, grasped the handle of a cryogenic storage unit, and gave it a gentle pull. The compartment slid open smoothly like a drawer.

Scrolling all the way to the bottom, Jian Nanfeng reined in his racing heartbeat and stared intently at the screen in disbelief.

"Well then, it's just what I wanted." Fuji turned and walked toward the baseline. Opening his eyes wide, all gentleness vanished from his demeanor, replaced by an unaccustomed martial valor that was as sharp and piercing as a newly unsheathed sword.

Upon seeing this text message, Fuji's smile froze. Before he even had time to react, his phone chimed once more, and a second message popped straight up on the screen.

The moment Ye Xiao laid eyes on this portrait, he instantly recognized the man depicted within it. It was a man who looked utterly ordinary from any angle, completely unremarkable, the kind of person whose existence faded from memory the moment one looked away. Such a person was ideally suited to be an intelligence operative.

"Then go find me a needle with thread attached," Xie Bangui said just as Wu Zhi reached into his tunic, retrieved several plum-blossom needles typically used as hidden projectiles, threaded them with thick cord, and handed them over respectfully.

After Zhou Dachun departed, Zheng Yue could not help but spit out a curse in disgust. Bao Feiyang observed the expressions of the staff members; a few looked indignant, but the morale of the majority was decidedly low.

"What a pity. Now that we finally have some spare time, there isn't even a decent place of interest around here. Come on, let's go mountain climbing." With a slight curl of his lip, Dong Zhuo evidently held a rather poor impression of this place called Ningqiang.

These five pythons attacked from five directions—front, back, left, right, and from above—sometimes advancing and retreating in unison, sometimes employing diversion tactics while the other struck, or launching sudden ambushes that left Yu Sheng completely exhausted and struggling just to cope.

Boya retrieved the experience orb, and at that very moment, his body began to glow as he heard the system's level-up notification chime.

"Mom and dad both said the Metal-element and Water-element spiritual energies around here are extremely abundant. The abundance of Water-element spiritual energy can be explained by this phoenix feather, but why is the Metal-element spiritual energy so strong?" Yu Yang searched the cave a few more times, found no other magical creatures, and swiftly turned to head back out.

At this juncture, Ye Zhengping could do little more than offer a silent prayer. The old man was essentially just in a partnership with him; he had no way of issuing commands to the fellow whatsoever.

With a fierce roar escaping Lian Yuda's lips, his figure suddenly lurched backward and bowed his head. A series of razor-sharp auras swept outward from his back, manifesting as palpable waves of intense killing intent.

She had already resolved not to harbor any more romantic notions regarding Qin Tang, and to settle simply for being very, very good friends.

"What's wrong? Why does your expression suddenly look so dreadful? Did something else happen?" Zhao Yazhi asked with concern.

To keep the man from overthinking things, he took a seat two chairs away from the young woman and then turned his gaze toward Su Zhan on the raised platform.

Achieving success and renown, returning in glory to one's hometown. As they daydreamed, they would become utterly entranced, lost in dreams of their native land.