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Nevertheless, The Beauty of the Eastern River 1235 words 2026-04-01 07:25:51

"Oh, I was just passing by, thought I'd drop in to see you," Wei Qing said. In recent years, he had withdrawn from public life and seldom concerned himself with company affairs.

"You've seen me. You can go now," Wei Heng replied without even lifting his head, dismissing him bluntly.

"You..." Wei Qing nearly lost his temper.

"Fluffball, looks like you'll have to pay homage to the totem on your own," Chu Wushi shrugged helplessly.

The final exams proceeded as scheduled. Although Yu Yang didn't fail any subjects, his ranking had fallen significantly. When he received his grades, he felt a twinge of displeasure but didn't dwell on it; after all, he'd been through so much this semester, hardly spending any time studying. The outcome was only to be expected.

Today, Yuan Bai could have killed everyone in the Zhan family, but the Honghu Pavilion had only just been established and couldn't possibly digest such a large acquisition. In the end, it would only benefit others, and among the major families, none seemed particularly close to Ling Feng—not even the Shangguan family.

Ji Mo, having gone through this twice before, knew there was no need to be afraid, yet his body acted on instinct and, in the end, he hid behind a large tree in terror.

"I am Zhang Xu. May I ask what brings you three to my door?" The young man asked politely, but his gaze skipped over Zhou Tu and lingered on Ren Yuyao and Mu Keqing, sizing them up repeatedly.

Ouyang Lanzhi glanced at the steward, who understood immediately. A heavy pouch of silver was pressed into the hands of the chief eunuch.

Everyone on the fifth floor of Qingtian Pavilion was astonished—someone had raised the price by forty thousand spirit stones in a single bid. From the calm tone, it seemed the bidder would keep increasing the offer as long as there was competition. All eyes turned toward Suite Sixteen, from which that voice had come.

The Northwest Army's uniforms were anything but standardized, coming in all styles. Many soldiers looked pale and malnourished, their behavior lax. Quite a few carried two firearms—one hand holding a cigarette gun, the other a rifle.

"Gather intelligence on Myriad Phenomena Valley; the two demon kings are preparing to move against it," Zhou Tu heard himself reply.

"What?" Xiang Xu was startled. So it could be done this way? But if that's the case, the Raksha Blade wouldn't obey him, and whether it would help at a critical moment was uncertain. Most importantly, there were too many secrets hidden in his dantian; if anyone knew, it would be disastrous. "Forget it, I'm not lending it. Raksha, come out!" Xiang Xu shouted angrily.

Bai Yuling fell into deep thought. If Adeline's target for revenge was any other family, Bai Yuling wouldn't change his mind. He had no intention of opposing the princely clans of the thirty districts for the sake of a stranger.

At last, the centipede couldn't resist crawling onto Chen Feng's body. It scurried up to Chen Feng's face, using its many legs and two antennae to touch his face and ears, playing there with unrestrained joy. Throughout, Chen Feng remained utterly unresponsive.

Yan Hao finished speaking and tossed the Source of All Evil into the air. Strands of malicious energy wrapped the space, forming an impenetrable barrier.

"Obviously, who else would be there besides you?" Reina looked at him as if he were stupid, her words edged with impatience.

Just now, while no one was looking, she had slipped that veil into her pocket. She wasn't a fool; she recognized it at once.

A sigh, ancient and subtle, echoed. Infinite white light blossomed behind Hof, and a solid angelic figure slowly took shape.

Chen Feng had heard of the Scarlet Desolation Blood Dragon Banner; it was a renowned secret treasure of the Blood Fiend Sect, always under the control of the sect master. That elderly mystic was undoubtedly Huang Tao, the Blood Fiend Sect's master.

Sun Wukong's hand flickered with five streaks of black light, and five fiery-shaped black iron tokens appeared in the hands of the five individuals. On the front of each token were two engraved characters: Xumi. When they flipped them over, the reverse side bore two more: Heavenly King.