What's Wrong with Being a Dish?

Wei Yuan suddenly felt waves of headache coming on. The struggles between these almighty beings of the upper realm were practically omnipresent and impossible to guard against. He had no way of knowing which of his steps were truly of his own volition, which had been guided by others, or which—though he had wished to take them himself—just so happened to turn him into a blade in the hands of an almighty figure. Still, Wei Yuan had his own way of handling things, and the woman's words revealed a considerable amount of information. Seizing the opportunity, Wei Yuan probed, "What is the issue with this silver dragon?" After deducing all possible outcomes and preparing sufficient materials, Lin Tianyao's figure rose into the sky. "I always thought Zichen had hired someone to do it." When she saw that endless Ten Thousand Blessings Scroll, she was moved, but moved for Yu Zichen, because she could not believe that the common folk had truly done it themselves. "I indeed am." Qingrang understood that her empty claims were truly hard to believe; she had only herself to blame for deliberately ditching the servants when leaving home to avoid hassle. "Sister... Xuanyin." It had truly been so long since they last met that she had even forgotten Xuanyin's existence. The carriage made its way onto the official highway. The wind was somewhat brisk, blowing up the carriage curtain and letting in a cold draft. The burning sensation across her body slowly receded, and Ruoxin could not help breaking into goosebumps, unsure whether it was the chill wind brushing her face or the result of King Yingning's words. "That may indeed be true, but the Bodhisattva didn't say when she would rescue you, did she?" Wang Yan chuckled slyly. That treacherous grin sent a shiver down the spine of even Sun Wukong, the monkey who had once wreaked havoc in the Heavenly Palace. Enraged, the head of the Jiang family joined forces with the Nangong family to kill Lin Tianyao, but Lin Tianyao exerted control over two great stumbling-blocks, thwarting their assault. With his hands clasped behind his back, Lin Feng looked up toward the imperial capital and frowned, hoping that after this lesson, Lin Huang would understand a few truths. "The holy monk is mistaken. An eminent master, perhaps, but claiming to be beyond this worldly realm is absurd." Zen Master Wuchao smiled, pulling Tang Sanzang to sit before the straw nest. Three beats sounded for the night watch, and the gongs marked the fifth watch. Xie Yixin gradually made up her mind: since none of the relatives she knew of were left, she would try looking for her mother's kin. Having the location in Luoyang and the name of the medical clinic, perhaps she could find her maternal grandmother, which would also fulfill her mother's wish. In Private Box Twelve, Long Shi stared fixedly at Private Box One. He wanted to see just what kind of person was sitting in that private room. Everything here started from scratch and ran entirely on clean energy. Compared to Yellowstone State on Earth, the environment here was even more beautiful, and it was also far more suitable for grazing livestock. "No matter. Step down for now. The four of them are indeed worthy of this Venerable One taking action in person!" Liao Xunxing said to Wei Bai. The onlookers held their breath, seemingly waiting for the dust to settle. To the west was where Lao Wu, Heipi, and the others were gathered. Jia Yu, who had not appeared for several days, had arrived unnoticed at some point, standing behind the crowd without a word, his expression grave and his brow laden with worry. "Father, this son has completed the mission to offer sacrifices to Lord Jinglüe in Luoyang," Zeng Wei said, cutting straight to the chase the moment he sat down. Unsmiling and stern, he exchanged fewer than ten sentences with Lei Hao's party before abruptly claiming to have urgent business, flicking his sleeves and leaving Lei Hao and the others stranded in the lobby. Not daring to delay, Lu Chen manipulated the earth on the ground with his superpower while sealing himself inside it. Liu Zan sighed, "Ah... I truly hate how useless I am! I can't even deal with a single Yellow Turban rebel general! Damnable! Detestable!" He struck repeatedly at his injured leg. By the time Liu Runqing found her in Taoyuan Village and brought her back, they had moved into the estate in the capital once again. In that residence, only a single wall separated her from Liu Wennuan. Mo Yan wore a pitiful expression, sending the surrounding crowd into bursts of laughter—even the great Young Master Mo had a day when he had to eat crow. "Holy crap, did I really go downhill after coming back to the country? How could they have spotted me even like this?!" Lin Yu was startled and quickly turned his head to look.