Volume One, Chapter 22: Deceiving Her from Beginning to End

With the same data, some people can see the investor psychology hidden behind it. Ten or a hundred identical pieces of information and sets of data may each contain the slightest deviation, yet the final conclusions can be worlds apart. That was why people in financial circles spoke of talent.

“Unless it’s her.” The fortune-teller dipped a finger into the tea and slowly traced shapes across the tabletop, but after a long while, she still failed to draw anything recognizable.

“Aunt Three, if I don’t clear out the house, you won’t help me rebuild it, will you?” Lu Wanxing asked languidly. Aunt Three did not even grunt, merely shooting her an impatient, resentful glance.

So the harsh reprimand of Wei Xia in the hotel corridor had been nothing more than a performance for Huang Bucktooth, intended to lull him into lowering his guard.

Yuetang and Yinghan were both terrified. The cut on my wrist was not deep; it had merely bled rather heavily, staining my dress red and covering it in bloodstains.

Instead of following Old Master Tong outside, he walked stiffly toward Su Wentian, picked up the teapot beside him, poured a cup, and respectfully handed it over.

Tong Mingzhen had intended to hang it around his neck. But upon hearing that it had been nurtured inside a tomb, he was so frightened that he threw the blood jade back into its box.

At present, he could see nothing extraordinary about Gao Pingfan. Although he sensed a trace of a cultivator’s aura from him, it was faint and his cultivation level was not particularly high. That was also why this tiger had always looked down on him.

The faces of everyone present bore none of the joy one might expect at the birth of a prince. Every person looked solemn, heads bowed, afraid to make a sound. The matchmaker’s face was even deathly pale, and her bloodstained hands trembled incessantly. Several times, she nearly dropped the swaddled infant. Even performing the most basic ceremonial bow was extraordinarily difficult.

No matter how powerful Zhang the True Man of the Soul-Severing Sect might be, he could not possibly go to the Tianshui Sect to cause trouble for him. The Prince of Yan’s residence was different, however. If the other party truly wished to harm them, Wei Shi and the others had no ability to resist.

Although Jiang Yansheng had been pregnant for more than four months, her belly was already round and prominent, and her figure had grown considerably heavier than before. Huo Xiumo was often afraid she might fall while walking, and even told the child to watch over its mother.

“You—you—” Imperial Inspector Ma had never been treated this way before. Let alone being offered tea, he had not even been allowed to sit down. His face flushed crimson.

Compared with the other areas, nothing seemed unusual. I tried moving my feet forward a little, preparing to draw closer for a more careful look.

Prince Jing was startled once again. He stared wide-eyed at the river below. Could an utterly ordinary-looking river truly be so terrifying? He did not quite believe it, but seeing how cautiously Mao Leyan behaved, he dared not take it lightly. Clutching Mao Leyan tightly, he flew across the River of Life and Death and landed on the Road to the Underworld.

Whenever she grew angry with Mo Li, she would recall his loyalty to Emperor Liu Jian. He had schemed and struggled tirelessly, painstakingly arranging everything to secure Liu Jian’s throne. As a friend, he had indeed done more than enough.

The RNG club. Five members of the first team had gathered in the main hall, all eyes fixed on the enormous television. The shock in their eyes was utterly undisguised.

Beneath her, the sofa seemed to shift under the man’s force. Its legs scraped across the floor with a shrill sound, at several moments drowning out her faint screams.

Although I very much wanted to see the old man’s face, I was even less willing to neglect a single word he said.

“If the emperor has finished exchanging pleasantries, may we go to court now?” Li Aotian finally could not hold back any longer. A trace of coldness entered his voice, making it ominously deep.

Before the mirror, she stood disheveled and somewhat wretched. Her beautiful face was expressionless, her eyes staring blankly ahead, faintly bloodshot.

The peerless prodigy of an entire demon race, the Tyrannosaurus Long Tuman, had carried his secrets and his unknown innate divine abilities with him to the grave, dying in battle on the second arena of Phoenix Star.

A cultivator’s power came not only from his own magical energy. Weapons and treasures were equally important. A fine weapon or treasure could often save a person’s life, especially in a situation where life and death hung in the balance. Thus, when they heard that they were going to that place, everyone present was visibly delighted.

After that, Third Child traveled everywhere in search of immortals and the Dao, refining pills and cultivating in preparation to undergo the lightning tribulation, ascend to the Moon Palace, and secretly meet with a fairy.

Qin Yun was enveloped in baleful energy, his eyes blazing with bloodlight. The broken Scarlet Firmament Sword hummed repeatedly in his hand as he advanced toward him one step at a time.

Ling Yuan knew nothing of what was happening at that moment, for he was already in another space. He only felt himself being dragged inside by an overwhelmingly powerful suction force. After passing through a stretch of darkness, he emerged in a place dazzling with golden light.

Although Jiang Ying was utterly bewildered and confused, he did not continue searching. He guessed that they had probably assumed his excuse of going to get money was merely a pretext for slipping away.

Several personal guards also fought desperately to rescue him, but Liu Bian’s soldiers were far more numerous, and every one of them was filled with soaring morale. Even Gan Ning rode past his lord; seeing that his lord could handle things with ease, he spurred his horse in pursuit of Yuan Shao.

After saying that, Gou Li ignored Chuyang and Yao Yao, turned around, and strode toward the elevator.

How could Meng Xing know about this method of nurturing one’s own universe? Even if he did know, he had nowhere to search for treasures. For the human races living in the lower realms, before they became immortal, the universe within their sea of consciousness evolved naturally. No one deliberately tended to it.

Suddenly, the Palace Master of the Sacred Palace waved her hand. In an instant, only one image remained within the projections of light; all the others vanished.

She did not retreat very far, because in the next instant I summoned the Siren’s Blade back into my hand. Then, with exactly the same force as before, I hurled the Siren’s Blade out once more.

Although Qianqiao Kohei had activated his forbidden technique and appeared extremely formidable, the threat he posed to the three people led by Zhou Duan was, in truth, quite ordinary.

He walked into the courtyard and secretly circulated his spiritual arts toward the flowers and plants, gently releasing wood-aspected spiritual energy to nourish each one.

As for those true experts, once they appeared, they would very likely have reached the peak of the tenth level of the Jade Clarity realm—or even the terrifying level of the Pure Clarity realm.