Chapter 157: Saint Light Academy

Ah! A Profound-tier martial skill! The surrounding crowd gasped in astonishment once more. As soon as the young man named his price, his opponent, Shi Duoyin, grew visibly troubled. After a prolonged series of facial expressions, Shi finally let out a sigh of relief.

"Very well, it's a deal. Come to the guild tomorrow to collect the martial skill, and..."

A-Niu had anticipated this move all along. The moment Tang Yan raised her foot, A-Niu had already sidestepped, causing Tang Yan to kick at empty air.

Life returned to its former rhythm, filled with the same familiar smiles and an eclectic parade of customers. Fier would busy herself until late into the night, and only through such exhaustion could she keep her mind from lingering on the past.

"I didn't mean it that way..." The clueless reporter panicked, shaking his head frantically.

That brilliant goal earned him a lucky youth training stint. And it was precisely in the Netherlands, through a dramatic debut, that the trajectory of his football career was forever altered.

"My sister is coming back to rest for three days after the sports meeting tomorrow. Won't her safety be an issue?" Su Yang asked with a hint of concern yesterday upon returning to Leng Ye's villa—he had been staying there for a while now.

After what felt like an eternity, quitting time finally arrived. The company employees filed out in a steady stream, while Yi Shuihan stood keeping watch not far from the entrance.

"No, they're all females, not a single male among them. Of course, the males are all present too." When Huang Yichen spoke of the other five maidens, he casually referred to them by gender.

He did not bluntly state that they were ill-suited for each other; people in love are blind, and such direct criticism would only prove counterproductive.

A weakened fetal heartbeat is typically caused by some congenital disorder. A congenital disorder! The doctors murmured among themselves as the situation pointed toward an increasingly grim outcome.

Lü Bu had long since heard of Li Yan's great reputation and knew him to be a rare talent. More importantly, he needed to use Li Yan as an example to further win over the hearts and minds of the people in Jiangdong, which was why he treated him with exceptional generosity.

This snow was undoubtedly a divine blessing for the winter, and for the city of Suzhou as well. Nestled in the watery expanse of Jiangnan, Suzhou rarely ever received snow.

"Alright, alright, we'll head out right now." Nino smiled cheerily, showing not the slightest trace of the ruthless man Simon remembered from years ago, who had once forced him to sever a man's head.

After greeting him, I took a seat across from him. Without any small talk, he cut straight to the point: "President Zhao, we haven't interacted before, but my visit today genuinely brings you good news."

At the same time, Zhang Hongbin learned that merchants from other provinces were selling scented soap at five times the price of traditional soap cakes. Yet if not for such lucrative margins, why would they brave a journey of a thousand miles to procure goods in another province? In even more distant regions, selling it at seven or perhaps even ten times the price of soap cakes was entirely within the realm of possibility.

Walking down the streets of Baishui County and reflecting on everything that had transpired, Zhang Hongbin had to admit that he had indeed been far too arrogant.

Watching from the sidelines, Tong Leilei could not help but marvel at how formidable the Shaolin Arhat Formation truly was, living up to every word her brother had said! It completely shattered her prior imagination beyond what her eyes beheld. Each time the eighteen wooden staves struck the blue-stone paved ground, they chipped off fragments of stone, and occasionally a stray pebble would fly toward her, stinging her skin with a piercing pain.

Here, towering mountains rose above dense forests, and the river water was crystal clear to the bottom, rivaling the Li River yet surpassing it. Canyons, serene lakes, solitary islets, precipitous cliffs, cascading waterfalls, and bizarrely shaped pines—everything could become part of the scenery. Drifting along the river, the mountains reflected in the pristine mirror of the water, and sails floated amidst jade screens. As the boat moved and the scenery shifted, it felt like wandering through a living, fluid ink-wash painting of heaven and earth.

The Four Golden-Brown Geese certainly had no desire to follow in their predecessors' footsteps, especially now that they had weathered several rounds of Jin Liehan's fierce, tempestuous assaults and were gradually gaining the upper hand.