Sowing Discord

“Is it really just a meal out?” Ding Junming’s gaze fell upon Lin Tian behind him.
Zhang Ning, utterly dejected, was about to return to the dormitory, pull the eldest, second, and third roommates out for a drink. After all, such depressing matters—well, not everyone gets to encounter them.
But things didn’t go so smoothly after that. Qingyun seemed to have sensed something and kept watching her, so Xia Rao dared not take risks.
“Hehe, to have trained her so well… Uh!” Xu Hao was interrupted mid-sentence as Xu Jingyou covered his mouth, forcibly silencing him.
“Rebel,” such a cruel name—his father had never called him that in over twenty years.
Later, perhaps he lent a hand to Leng Qian, injuring Zong Weixia, and then again assisted Zhou Dian and Peng Yingyu in defeating their opponents.
But even if Old Master Xiao’s heart ached, he would not let it show; he knew if he lost composure even slightly, Xiao Zhengxin would only feel more guilty.
“Goodbye, senior.” Waving to Yun Qingyi, Zhang Ning strode out of the reception hall.
Just as Lin Muxue walked past the gates of the Creation Sect, she overheard these words, which sent a chill through her heart.
“Look, there’s plenty of space here. Sister-in-law, with your slim figure, you’ll definitely fit!” Lin Tian, seated in the driver’s seat, scooted over, making more room.
She dared not let the person behind her come out; wanting to force me to step forward meant that person was her last trump card.
The kidney source test was agonizing, without anesthesia—the entire process involved piercing with an iron tube. She trembled all over, beads of sweat constantly breaking out on her forehead.

A few days ago, when retrieving steamed buns from the spatial storage, she found they were still warm. She hadn’t expected the hoarding space to have a heat-preserving function, so Shen Jin’an immediately took advantage of it.
Being introduced in such a way, Amilia couldn’t help but blush, a hint of shyness flickering in her brown eyes. Yet, aside from that, she maintained her composure.
Moreover, the three—father, son, and mother-in-law—were so harmonious that they even discussed political trends during their conversation. Truly, they were rulers concerned for the world; no wonder these matters weren’t an issue.
The demon Buddha had become formidable: not only were the Emei sect members caught off guard, even Li Daocheng was at a loss.
A suffocating odor of rotting wood rushed forth; Hermione, coughing violently, covered her mouth quickly, while Professor Brain strode into the classroom ahead. Seeing this, Hermione suppressed her anxiety and hurried after him.
A mighty force kicked Zhao Er flying, landing first on his backside, then rolling three or four times before finally stabilizing. He instinctively tried to stand, but simply could not.
Yet, when analyzed closely, it was impossible to pinpoint the origin of the chaos or specify where and how it began.
For instance, deducing the first seal of the Buddhist Three Seals learned from the old Dharma sect, and adapting it into a secret manual for Qi practitioners.
The closest away game to New York is Philadelphia, followed by Boston, both about three hundred kilometers away. That’s why the Knicks enjoy competing here. Of course, Washington isn’t much farther than Boston.
Father was gentle and sincere, upright and kind; as for that cheating incident in the exam room, it’s still hard to say.
She thought to herself: So, there’s another bloodline power hidden in this palace. But what does it have to do with me?
Li Wei said, “The Nuggets traded their fifth pick to the Raptors last year to get Billups. Now the Raptors have Carter and Christie. The BA draft website ranks Brand fifth, which actually makes a lot of sense.”

The husky rolled its white eyes, howled at Wang Jie, then jumped up from the ground, ran over, and kept staring at him, making Wang Jie’s skin crawl.
Ye Xiu didn’t move, but the two bodyguards were sent flying, crashing heavily into the alloy doors. The backlash from internal energy left them convulsing on the ground.
Sixteen rarely saw people in the mountains and didn’t know how to interact; he merely looked up at Master Lu.
Yan Xu finally moved, but not toward any palace—instead, he headed for the cold palace.
Her heart was full of grievances she couldn’t voice, countless questions left unasked, but the pain inside had already robbed her of speech. Rem didn’t understand why this man affected her so deeply. Just a gesture to stop her was enough to plunge her into utter heartbreak.
“You… Who are you?” The Flying Cloud Sect’s headmaster, Xu Liang, cried out in shock. Such a casual strike breaking Liu’s sword aura and causing internal injuries was far beyond his own abilities.
“I was rude just now, crashing into your territory. Kill me or spare me, as you please, but I beg you to show mercy to my young master…” Jiang Fang pleaded. As a servant, Jiang Da had lost his temper and now knelt to beg as well.
Upon hearing Liu Bei’s words, Jiang Qi, who had initially held a favorable opinion, began to shake his head internally.
Though he didn’t understand much, Jiang Qi saw in him the shadow of his master, Tong Yuan. The visitor’s aura was controlled, as if he had returned to simplicity itself.
But as for the army of the Great Celestial Empire now, Murong Chen could only scoff. If it hadn’t been for the superhuman Central Plains team executing decapitation missions during those years of war, could they ever have ruled all of Asia? Not a chance.