Chapter 13: You Were Born a Beauty

“Is that so... Then he must be a master hidden from the world. In our country, dragons and tigers lie in wait; it’s not surprising to have such a figure.” Elder Xue was half skeptical, but asked no further.
“Don’t be anxious. Now that the black qilin has chosen a new master, it will obey its owner and won’t act recklessly,” Jiang Mingyao said.
Meanwhile, Sun Wukong in the sky was losing his golden radiance visibly. The golden armor faded from his body, and his soul fell once more to the ground.
It was early dusk in this season, and the street lamps on both sides of the road had begun to flicker on, giving the evening a hint of night. The sunset glowed at the horizon, lamps shone on the street, neither fully dark nor bright, casting a hazy ambiance.
Especially in Cancer Village, where the water was contaminated, the odds of contracting cancer were hundreds of times higher than in ordinary villages. Over the years, ninety percent of the villagers had died from cancer.
Zhang Fan continued to issue instructions. Hearing his words, the eyes of the financial experts sparkled. Simulated short selling — if one could predict a crisis and short assets ahead of time, what seemed a crisis could transform into a tremendous opportunity.
As the three energy bars on the testing instrument were about to change, the space-time ring on Teacher Qin’s hand suddenly glowed in the background, where she watched intently.
Zhao Ziling sensed a gust of wind behind her. She took a packet of medicinal powder from her bosom, turned around, and scattered it toward Madam Butterfly, the very muscle-relaxant she had once scoffed at.
She had no other hobbies; all her free time was devoted to dancing. Though never formally trained, Wang Na could learn a dance routine in a very short time.
The more she thought, the more uneasy she felt. Just then, footsteps echoed from the street behind her.
Before anyone else could be scolded, Guo Dalou lost his composure first. He had repeated the words Yan Qi had taught him several times; others weren’t tired of hearing them yet, but he was, and wanted some fresh insults, but couldn’t come up with any.

“Come with me.” There was no time for explanations; the murderous aura was suffocating. Uncle Cheng, silent since earlier, just kept smoking one cigarette after another.
The fifth brother, upon graduating, found work locally in Jiangxia, but followed the wrong path, was ostracized, and eventually had to resign and venture south, disappearing from sight.
Gu Family Village sprawled over vast lands, seventy to eighty thousand acres of fields, with extensive slopes and mountains. Over three thousand Gu clan members lived together, with more than a thousand families nearby dependent on them.
Among the three black-robed figures, one spoke in a thin, sharp voice: “Honored master, the spatial transit array is nearly complete, only final adjustments remain. It should be finished within a month, but...” The speaker was Radaman, one of the three great leaders.
Only now did TPC lift its blockade, and people around the world learned what had happened tonight.
But refraining from attacking Japan didn’t mean preparations couldn’t be made for a future campaign, especially since something crucial was now on the Japanese archipelago.
I returned to the convenience store with the money, sat in a chair, and examined the hundred-yuan bill. Were it not for the obvious flaw in the foil strip, it would have been hard to spot as counterfeit.
He was at a loss for words, for if he spoke further, drool would surely trickle down.
From the way their eyes were fixed on Lin Qihua, as if they would devour him whole, their intentions were clear.
The Du family patriarch, seeing their confusion, felt disappointed and had to spell it out: “The Yun family is renowned for alchemy, but not all spirit medicine masters are from the Yun family.”
Within the Earth Dao training ground, Duanmu Zhige was drenched in sweat, having finished today’s cultivation, yet her heart still burned with resentment toward Zhang Lingyi and his son.

Wen Yiming nodded; such grand gatherings must be attended, if only to broaden one’s horizons. He asked Liu Datong to contact Bai Xiaosheng, to appraise the unknown treasures in hand tomorrow.
Yet few noticed Zhou Ruoshui’s unusual demeanor; her gaze had lost its former warmth, replaced by a chilling coldness.
Their partnership, like charlatans of the martial world, took on duel after duel; the Black Tooth disciples behind the counter were thoroughly entertained, treating Lin Yi as a treasure, arranging every challenge with utmost care.
The three looked ashamed; the facts were plain — even with the same herbs, they wasted good medicine and could never reach the others’ level, which was the real difference.
The first matter was the Syrian government forces issuing a strong statement condemning the violent acts of the Free Army and 2IS, and preparing for a decisive battle in Aleppo, vowing to retake the city.
“Wait, what about those two?” Liu Yu stopped, pointing to the two unconscious figures lying on the ground — the fat aunt and her husband, who had helped Ouyang Ying’er.
Was it because the emperor’s approval came days later, that something my mother said changed his mind?
Jiqing Prefecture consisted of nine major cities, with the central Jiqing City standing highest, like the moon surrounded by stars.
“What, you’re unwilling?” Li Xixi glanced sidelong at Ye Chang’an, her eyes cold and dismissive.