Chapter 101: Five Hundred? Why Not Just Rob Me?!

Wu Guanghui was related by marriage to the Tang family. Not long ago, Old Master Tang even invited him for tea and conversation, clearly saying plenty of ill of Chen Fei, so he had kept the matter close to his heart and refused to let it go.

Seeing that it did not answer, the flood dragon exhaled a mouthful of draconic breath and directly destroyed the cold-iron cage.

The two of them hurriedly stepped back, pretending nothing had happened, yet their faces had both flushed the same color, bright red, redder than a tomato.

“What sort of presence? Sister-in-law, you are teasing me.” Song Xiangsi was a little embarrassed and gave a shy smile.

“So in the end, it was all you?” Bai Dedde ground her teeth in fury. Luckily, she had always called him Old Nun back then; otherwise, just thinking of it now would have made her spit out a mouthful of blood.

She seemed not to worry about Qin Yue at all, but in truth she was only hiding her real feelings.

Everyone was used to it. Her voice never restrained itself, bright and clear as a singing oriole, drilling straight into people’s ears. Diana, who was twenty-five and still had no boyfriend, silently lowered her head.

If these things were to be divided evenly, then by ordinary reasoning even the money should be split together. But here the cooking and the payment were all handled by the Han family, so if they divided the money that way, the Han family would clearly be at a loss.

And these identification cards were all registered under real names. Though not as high-end as Xiao Moxuan’s secret base, they still required fingerprint verification, somewhat like a check-in system.

Everyone laughed. Ji Linchuan greeted General Liao and said the matter had been settled, so they should proceed according to plan.

Hong Wu opened the door, but he did not recognize Huo Yan. Huo Yan said nothing either, only gave a glance before looking toward me.

Lu Yang’s basketball skill was beyond question. After decades of playing, his physical condition was certainly excellent.

This was something Jack had told him before, so he had come specifically to make sure with his own eyes that Qin Yan was truly all right.

He could be certain that the girl had definitely said something to enrage Black Tiger, or else how could Black Tiger have suddenly wanted to hack her to death?

Thinking of this, Ram felt that if Lu Yu could come back for training, it would at least win back some face within the assassin organization.

The two intertwined, flashing with a faint radiance, one violet-gold and the other blazing white. As time passed, the violet-gold sword energy slowly merged into the blazing-white pill energy.

If the opponent were utterly unguarded, the martial soul might be forced back into the body in an instant. If they were prepared, they could fully summon soul power to resist the force of suppression.

We, because of quarrels over small disagreements, because of differences in habits of living, because of differing perspectives on details, ultimately chose to leave one another.

That man simply held his wine cup and drank leisurely, his half-lidded eyes deep and unreadable. He only narrowed them slightly, lifted the cup, and savored it slowly, calm and unhurried, as though no one were disturbing him at all.

The moment Old Master Yi spoke, nearly all tens of thousands of gazes in the venue converged on the figure in the center. The imperial guards, secret agents, and inspectors squeezed into the back all leapt high, just to get a look at the person worthy of such a personal appraisal from Old Master Yi.

The kinds of spiritual treasures recorded within this Supreme Herb Classic were as vast as an ocean and beyond counting, each with dedicated and detailed entries.

“Counterfeit? Child, aren’t you being a little too arrogant? Who would bother to impersonate one of you?” Guanyinbi stared at the two crystal prayer beads for a long time but could make no sense of them. They contained not a trace of spiritual energy; they were utterly ordinary trinkets, and she did not know what the flute player was showing off for.

Deep within the Broken Battlefield, countless strands of complex heaven-and-earth energy and blood qi were drawn inward toward that brilliant layer of power.

“Master, you say this thing is a treasure?” Yang Tian turned the yellow cushion over and over for a long time, still unable to see anything special about it. On the contrary, the rush grass had aged and decayed with the years, shedding crumbs all over the floor.

Cultivation aptitude: one of the twelve Golden Cores of Demon Reed Mountain, chief of Black Wind Ridge’s Great Scroll Cave, once killed seventeen cultivators of the Great Mahavairocana Temple, including four Foundation Establishment experts.

Yang Tian caught sight of Zhou Changzhen and did not wish to see him. He swept his wide sleeve, sending a gust of force to signal him to leave. At that moment, cries and shouts echoed one after another across Green Wood Ridge, while thunder rumbled overhead. The formation began to tremble incessantly, already on the brink of collapse.

Blazing beams of Dao light, thunderous Dao chants, divine might soaring to the sky... all of it in that instant cast Lin Xun in the likeness of an invincible sovereign, ready to crush every obstacle.

Yet the entire patrol office of Vegetable Market Street cast envious looks toward Qin Fei.

“I didn’t even hear it clearly.” Madam Qiao would not let it go, and the muffled laughter in the background made her words sound three parts resentful and seven parts coquettish.

Yue Li’s eyes brimmed with regret and despair. Slowly, she crouched down, helplessly clutching her head like a child, her expression hidden from view.

The quilt was still the same one from that day, clean and fresh, carrying a faint, distinctive hint of mint. Qiao Neng settled Nie Wanluo in place, chose a record, and slipped it into the player. Gentle instrumental music immediately filled the room, easing the mind and soothing the spirit.

After sending the copied imperial decree to Luo Zenan and arranging the water and land camps, Zeng Guofan shut himself in the office where memorials were signed and began drafting a report to the court.

A rare tenderness appeared in Murong Chenxi’s eyes as well. He gently patted Madam Murong’s back, soothing her emotions.

Thinking of it this way, his self in reality, though lacking ambition and desire, like a salted fish that had already come ashore, was still a rather guarded salted fish. But his self in the derived world, though troubled by certain problems, seemed more like an ordinary person truly living.

Zeng Guofan let out a long breath and stepped toward the city gate, with Li Chendian and his personal guards following closely behind.

Wraiths and fierce ghosts fear thunder; that is common knowledge. Qin Chuan’s response was entirely correct. Yet when he looked again at himself, he found that those ghosts still remained, only their forms had grown somewhat faint, so faint that one would not notice without careful scrutiny.

“Your Majesty, there is no need to rush. This servant plans to begin refining the Taishui Pill tonight, and it will not be finished until tomorrow night. Before then, this servant will arrange the affairs of the Eastern Depot,” Zhou An said.

In the matter of the Misty Sect of the East Sea earlier, the Lingfeng Sect had also considered whether to let Yang Hao take up one of the slots. But Yang Hao later took the initiative to step aside, not competing with Yue Tongfei for that precious training opportunity. Instead, he stayed in Shenzhou and focused on dealing with the Hundred Ghost Cliff. As a result, Yang Hao won the favor of many within the sect.

Having finished speaking, Wanyan Shilu hurried away with the rest of the Wanyan tribe. After hearing Xiang Mingwu’s translation, Yang Yunhan immediately became wary. In an instant he understood Wanyan Shilu’s scheme to divert disaster eastward, and at once reached out to stop Xiang Mingwu, who was about to rise and leave.