Chapter 47

After some thought, Pei Yueyue decided it was more important to get a clean, damp towel for Chen Xing. Since she couldn’t find a trash can right away, she just crumpled the mysterious slip of paper with her wet hand and shoved it into the back pocket of her jeans.

Li Wuxin frowned slightly. Why did she detect a hint of hidden meaning in Mu Zihen's words? Was it a subtle hint? Or a warning?

Zhou Yankun’s face turned pale, feeling slighted. It was truly a blow to his pride. No one paid any mind to Zhou Lin at all; as his father, he only ever gave him money and never really cared for him.@@novelbin@@

“It’s never too late to propose after the deed is done! Or are you afraid I’ll run away?” Feng Yihan teased, pulling He Lan Lengxia close, his cool lips pressing against hers. Then, his body sank, pinning her beneath him.

Relax, my foot! Yin Rongyu knew that he was only taking advantage of her inability to speak at that moment. She shook her fist at Yu Youjia, silently threatening him.

The ruins of the Clock Tower were now spotless, with piles of rubble completely cleared away. In its place was a crater-shaped pit, resembling a lunar volcano.

Even though Xia’er had prepared herself mentally, when the moment truly arrived, she couldn’t help but tremble with nervousness.

“No need, you and Aunt Qing can go ahead. I’ll take care of Xunxun myself,” Zhou Yanqing decided after a moment.

Could it be that Loki had taken it upon himself to switch rankings with Freya? Such a thing was indeed possible, as higher-ranked individuals had the right to lower their rank and enter the stage earlier.

Shui Wuyou had remained silent, but her instincts told her that she needed to raise the stakes even further. So, she laid out her suspicions entirely.

There was no need to say it—here were Yue Ye Xu and his party, who had come to chase down the three fleeing Spirit Immortals. They arrived just in time, right as the Spirit Immortals and Witterus were about to teleport, so they, too, were inadvertently taken along when the Spirit Immortals left.

Now a cultivator, Lin Ye had just raided the Crystal Palace of the Dragon King. His standards had risen to the point where he no longer even considered lesser-grade pills or spiritual herbs.

The venue fell into a brief silence. Many people found it hard to accept the outcome, but it was final. Amidst the applause, Qin Hailu struggled to contain her excitement as she completed her speech and stepped down from the podium.

Hearing the whispers below, Zhuang Shaoyou didn’t need to think hard to realize they must’ve mistaken him for a supporter of Jian Shuo! But he knew well enough that this was all Liu Hong’s doing! What skillful manipulation! Was he truly a foolish emperor? If such “foolish” emperors were this clever, how cunning must the wise ones be?

Ma Lixin said, “Let me see what it is. Acting like this isn’t right. There’s no need to refuse everything.” He opened the bag she had brought and found neatly stacked red bills inside. Ma Lixin counted—there was 300,000 yuan. “Why did you accept it?”

The flaming ballistae atop the city walls had launched three rounds of attacks. Seventeen of the twenty ballistae in the first wave of the coalition forces had been set ablaze! The remaining three were hesitating, unable to advance or retreat. Just then, a retreat signal finally sounded from the coalition’s rear. The soldiers of the Jiulanzhen formation rejoiced and began their orderly withdrawal under their leaders’ command.

There was no response from above. After a moment, the pair of blue giant eyes closed, and countless stardust particles transformed back into stars, floating around the Wubian Mountains.

Everything returned to normal. Lu Hao’s oceanic company had created another industry myth within a year. His property development was thriving, and even the processing factories he had established one after another were flourishing.

The black energy eventually formed an ancient-style door. The strange carvings on it immediately captivated the Spirit Immortals.

“Let’s split up and make killing Nuo Lan the top priority, even if it costs us our lives,” said the God of Arrogance. As long as Nuo Lan was dead, the Seven Demon Gods wouldn’t need to worry about losing the Sin God’s position, since none of the others could wield its power.

Li Cheng was absolutely certain that this bracelet wasn’t his. He hadn’t seen anything like it in the human realm or the underworld. If it wasn’t his, then whose could it be?

“Kung fu? What kind of kung fu? Southern Fist and Northern Kick, Shaolin and Wudang techniques. Taiji, Bagua, Chain Palm—China’s mystical arts?” Li Cheng joked.

“I’d like to see that treasure. Could you get the salesperson for me?” Li Cheng, unable to hold back any longer, immediately pointed to an artifact after reading the purchasing guidelines.

At that moment, Sconbras, Tritodemus, and Protesilaus voiced their agreement. The attack plan was promptly approved.

Chen Xiao’s palm struck Qi Zhen, sending him crashing into the water. His body convulsed violently, and in an instant, he didn’t know how many bones had fractured.

After absorbing the Primordial Essence Liquid, Ye Han noticed that his skin, veins, and bones had all been cleansed.

Stopping about five or six meters from Qiu Fengqing, Luo Chen watched as he furiously swung his arms, striking within the array as though possessed. An icy glint of killing intent flashed in Luo Chen’s eyes.