Chapter 34

Having said this, Feng Tianyou stepped forward and swiped his grey card for fifty gold coins. Seeing this, the innkeeper’s smile grew even broader, his enthusiasm boundless as he personally led them to a superior room on the second floor before taking his leave.

Upon reaching the southernmost wall of the General’s Mansion, just as he was about to turn the corner, Qin Xiu utilized his lightness techniques while simultaneously channeling the vital energy of a Grandmaster of the Dan Realm into his legs. This explosive power surged through his limbs, allowing him to leave the persistent Le Zhengan far behind.

Furthermore, the menial disciples had their own calculations. Seeing that Qin Xiu was quite advanced in age yet still able to cultivate within the sect, they assumed he must have a powerful background, and thus they were naturally eager to curry favor with him.

It was still early, only around four o'clock in the afternoon. Yang Dingtiang left the hotel and wandered around twice, confirming that no one was tracking him.

Though she was not certain what kind of reaction it would provoke, she was willing to gamble on any chance to sabotage their relationship.

"I haven't decided yet," Lin Fan remarked, glancing toward the entrance of the cave. With no movement for such a long time, he mused to himself that it seemed Hu Tianming would not easily venture into the cavern.

"Let me show you something." Lin Fan unzipped his backpack, revealing over twenty Primordial Pill Thunders of the Transformation Realm inside.

The highest aptitude among the Gao Family Army’s field was only C-rank, and even that was achieved through the boost of a Soul of the Ball.

At first, Pin'er would call often, but then, for some reason, it suddenly stopped, much to the relief of the original owner. Not long after, he began dating the campus beauty.

Gu Xiangnuan ran into her room in one breath, slammed the door shut, and leaned back against the panel, taking a deep, ragged breath.

He could see the interior of that massive maw suddenly warping violently. Zheng Yi could only click his tongue in secret; to think it could withstand even that?

The combined fortune of a Great Patriarch is at least as thick as a man can embrace; to defeat it with Dragon Aura would require an equal amount of the same.

Jiang Feifei’s hand, which had originally been resting on Fang Tianfeng’s clothing, now gripped the fabric tighter and tighter, her fair fingers twisting from the intensity of her exertion.

Chen Kaidi considered the films he directed as his own children; no matter how poor they were, he could not bear to hear them called trash.

An Tiantian sat at the dining table. Seeing Fang Tianfeng, she blushed, called him a "scoundrel," and continued her meal.

"Er, I can imagine." Vida grinned after hearing this. She knew Maria well; while Maria was usually decent, she never held back when the situation demanded action.

Yet now, even Wan Youchang had begun to speak to Gao Junling with severe sternness, which showed the gravity of the situation. Otherwise, given Wan Youchang’s consistent appreciation and support for Gao Junling, how could his attitude have turned so harsh?

Chen Zaixing smiled slightly and casually picked up an iron poker to stir the red ceramic charcoal stove. The fire flared up immediately, its crimson flames nearly licking the handle of the ceramic jar.

The subordinate nodded hurriedly, pulled out his earpiece, and after the connection was made, muttered a long string of instructions.

Seeing Fang Hao focused intently on his cultivation, she dared not disturb him, gazing softly at the man—his rugged brows, his thick lips. It was those very lips that had just kissed her so fiercely, leaving her mind in a daze.

The silence shifted from being between the two of them to the three of them. Fu Mingyuan’s eyes were deep with contemplation. That day, he had told Zhichu that he knew who had engaged and wounded Lin Lian; did Zhichu have any concerns regarding that?

Xia Jin sat in the car, silent and distraught, her gaze vacant. Zhang Hao was terrified, so he parked the car at the side gate of a park and guided her to sit under the cool, quiet shade of a wisteria trellis.

"Your Highness the Crown Prince," she said with a coquettish voice. As she leaned in to kiss Xiao Wuji, his hazy eyes suddenly turned cold, radiating an icy chill. He grabbed her wrist; he had noticed the mark on it earlier—a vibrant, crimson spider lily—and perhaps that mark was the key.

He hurried to the private room the drunkard had mentioned—the one where Su Mu and the others were staying.

"Second Young Master of the Chu family." She realized that if she did not provide an answer, she would never be able to leave this room. Unlike the Fu residence, the Prime Minister’s mansion was guarded by government soldiers, or more accurately... by royal guards.

After drinking the hangover soup, Ruan Wushuang opened her eyes, dazed by the throbbing pain in her head. Her gaze drifted through the cyan bed curtains to survey her surroundings: a small room with one table and four chairs, arranged simply; the entire layout was visible at a glance.

Her vision began to blur, and everything she saw appeared as a hazy double image. Next, it seemed as if the walls and ceiling of the room were spinning.

I suddenly realized I had miscalculated. I hadn't expected the Council members to secretly incite the residents to pull a stunt like this.

If he were to continue harming humanity or causing trouble for others, wouldn't I become an accomplice to his tyranny?

Without warning, I delivered a "swing kick," snapping my foot against his wrist. The broadsword flew off with a swish and clattered to the ground.

Suddenly, a terrifying aura radiated from the old man’s remnant soul, a presence comparable to the first level of the Boundary Heaven Realm.

Bi Huo then waved both hands, unleashing the Flame Star Realm. As his hands moved, the Flame Star Realm expanded infinitely, with Bi Huo at its center.

To stir up the anger of both sides, to provoke every ounce of their morale, to force Rajisabi into a death struggle, and to have as many of Bijishi’s subordinates destroyed as possible—this was exactly what Wang Zhipeng wanted to see.

Li Ping’s face was filled with shame. He kept his head lowered, saying nothing. In his previous life, he had spent his entire existence being hunted by enemies; he had never had the time to wander into an alchemist’s shop. Getting lost this time was truly one of the most embarrassing moments of his life.

"In two days, this Saturday, you might need to accompany me to a large charity gala," Lin Xinying explained.

Refining a spiritual tool is far more practical than refining a spiritual medicine, for a spiritual tool can be used for a long time to come.