31 Grievance

Su Jianan had heard of Kou Qingtong’s reputation as a great detective, though he could not fathom why the man would seek him out.

Right before Liu Wuchen and the others, a corpulent figure crashed heavily to the ground, leaving a basin-sized crater in the earth.

Bai Yue tilted her head, clearly puzzled by the concept of a waterfall, and clung to Ji Lingsheng’s arm, asking endless questions.

Mu Lingfeng hauled Hua Jiu along. Beneath his partially shed robe, the white martial arts tunic featured a black-threaded sword embroidered on the upper arm; the characters for "Demon-Slaying" stitched onto the blade radiated such a piercing, baleful aura that it chilled Shi Yi to the bone.

Shang Zheng saw through Ji Lingsheng’s thoughts, laughed heartily, and patted him on the shoulder. "Tsk tsk, I told you this auction would be lucrative. Look, another hundred thousand taels—in gold." Shang Zheng deliberately emphasized the word "gold," provoking a murderous impulse in Ji Lingsheng.

By the time the group regained their senses, the master and servant had already stepped outside, their figures vanishing as completely as the fallen Western Zhou dynasty.

Jun Yan continued to move through the tall grass, his concealment technique fully active. Though his strength had increased, he understood well that one pair of fists could not fend off four hands.

The instantaneous electric shock not only caused Jun Yan’s entire body to tremble slightly but also left him feeling a sudden, creeping exhaustion.

Even if she smiled, it was a smile of helplessness, a desolate and agonizing expression—a smile even more sorrowful than tears.

Every casino, no matter its nature, kept plenty of thugs on the payroll, and the Silver Hook Gambling Den was no exception; Big Ox and Blind Man were arguably the most formidable of the lot.

This trip to the orphanage was far more fruitful than I had imagined. I learned what my father and mother looked like, and I even discovered my father’s name: Wen Fengru.

She was efficient, quickly twisting his hair up and securing it with a cold jade hairpin from the table, finishing the grooming in no time.

Jue descended beside Di Luofeng and snatched the Spirit Rhinoceros Spear from his back with its teeth. Then, at full speed, it bolted toward the mountain cave.

A battle of this magnitude could no longer be resolved by a single regiment or division; it would require the entire Third Army Group to engage before there would be any hope of victory.

"Who were the ones that attacked the Imperial Army convoy? Where did they head?" the Colonel demanded, pointing at a gray-haired old man.

She thought their paths would never cross again. Why must they meet once more and tear open the scars of that night?

Seeing this, Lei Yinfeng’s expression shifted slightly. He felt a sense of foreboding—had something gone wrong?

In the journey of life, one will experience pain and setbacks, and sometimes pay a heavy price, but one cannot remain mired in them. One must press forward for life to retain its brilliance.

Yun Dong nodded and smiled faintly. "Then, farewell." With a gentle wave, he prepared to depart.

"Had you not guarded the back door, those scoundrels from the Vajra Sect would surely have escaped. Say no more; as fellow disciples, there is no need for such formalities. You have borne the sect's reprimand on my behalf—take these spirit stones." Luoyang waved his hand dismissively.

Fang Xin and the others prostrated themselves in prayer. Within their spiritual vision, white light flickered periodically across the altar and the divine statues, filling the entire hall with a vast and compassionate aura.

Following the Battle of Red Leaf Plains, Long Tong led the Fallen Dynasty in fulfilling their promise to the Thousand-Seek Dance, keeping the vast majority of enemy forces outside the battlefield.

I finally felt I could breathe the air of this world. Though it was freezing, it sustained my life and allowed me to glimpse hope in this realm.

Consort Ya of the Yonghe Palace died suddenly of a swift illness. Within two days, the funeral was held, and the Yonghe Palace was sealed off.

Maodun, the eldest son, was twenty-four years old—a man of immense restraint and great audacity. He held high prestige within the tribe and was universally recognized as Touman’s heir. It was only due to the presence of Tuqi that Maodun had kept a low profile until now.

The cards shattered in a chain reaction, eventually dissipating into nothingness. Weng Yue was swept up by the torrent of power, struggling desperately within the tsunami.

On the evening of the provincial economic work conference, the comrades of the First Section pooled their money to treat Lu Chen to a meal at a grand hotel. Having survived being framed for "accepting bribes" last year not only without punishment but with a promotion, the comrades realized that Section Chief Lu’s backing was ironclad, and they were now determined to follow him.

"Very well, my lord, all of this will be completed within a month," Hadack said. "As long as you provide five thousand gold Reks, everything will be built for you."

"The Empress Dowager has issued a decree to arrange a marriage for Qin Zheng. She is enamored with him, and who knows what chaos might ensue if she hears the news? I am simply striking first." Whenever Emperor Zhaosheng spoke of Qin Zheng, he gritted his teeth, his face dark and sullen.

The spirit stone mines within the mountain ranges were controlled by various city lords. To acquire spirit coins, one had to trade goods. To buy anything one desired, one had to use spirit coins.

Sure enough, when Zong Da was within three zhang of Xu Daoyun, he cleaved the Chonghe sword away with a single stroke of his blade, stomped the ground, and transformed into a black gale, sweeping forward with overwhelming and monstrous momentum.

Having heard this, Tian Yang could not help but glance at the God of War, wondering where he had been wounded, as he had not returned to the troops even after his recovery.

The various clan heads were utterly bewildered. In the end, they dismissed the idea that Xu Daoyun was hiding his true strength; it simply did not make sense.

Tian Yang walked directly out from the space Xiao Xiao and the others had cleared for him and moved to what he considered a suitable aisle in the internet cafe.

"I know, I definitely won't drink today," Li Jia said, already gathering her things and heading out the door.

"Got it! You all had better keep up; I'm not responsible if you get lost!" Feng Xiyue darted off like a flash, sprinting toward the mountain.

Upon reaching the Emperor Realm, the demonic core within the Spirit-Devouring Shark King sublimated into an Emperor Core, containing its most refined energy.

"Besides, your mother said yesterday that you’ve earned quite a bit of money—quite a lot, more than I have. Since that’s the case, I won’t give you any more money, and I don’t want your money either. You’ll have to handle your own living expenses for this period."

With that, everyone raised their glasses and drained them in one gulp. The nomadic people were all skilled drinkers, and the wine of Yujia was not intoxicating.

Seeing this, I hurriedly ordered Lan Po'er and the others to step back, clearing a path for the girl to leave.