Chapter 41: Peach Blossom Planet Actually Wants to Acquire Alien Plants!

"Stop putting on an act, you little brat!" a deep male voice thundered.

"Huh? Dad, what are you talking about?" The boy rubbed his head, looking guilty.

"Trying to pull a fast one on your parents, aren't you?" The middle-aged man walked up to the boy and pulled open the drawer.

--Hey, you upstairs, are you alright?

When the boy reopened the livestream, he saw the netizen's question, though he couldn't tell if the person was being kind or just looking for a show.

--My blind guess: you suffered heavy losses.

"Business dealings with the Bagan people? That’s strange. Don't the Bagan people usually keep all their business within their own circles?" Qiao Xingyu was slightly surprised. He hadn't been in charge of Yingdong for long alongside Chen Bin and the others, but he was fairly well-acquainted with the situation on this patch of land.

"No need. Some things must be faced eventually," Wu Ling believed she could handle the matter herself.

Following this, an illusory soul with an earth-shattering aura emerged from the point of light. It looked at Xu Mo, shook its head, and reached out to tap its finger against the center of his brow.

His current philosophy was to use as little spiritual power as possible. After all, he was experiencing a mortal life; if he relied too heavily on his powers, how would his life be any different from the typical existence of a cultivator?

The overturned metal cabinet suddenly shifted. Chen Bin caught this subtle movement; his eyelids twitched as he turned his crossbow, aiming it at the base of the cabinet.

Among the succession of rivals—the South Hongmen, the Fierce Tiger Gang, the Yamaguchi-gumi, and so on—he held the Green Gang in the lowest regard. He believed that if not for Brother Dong's mercy, they would have been wiped out long ago. Instead of feeling grateful, they repeatedly mustered their forces to stir up trouble for his side.

Several bodyguards in black suits asked Wang Yuan respectfully; those present at the gathering today were not ordinary people, so such conduct was expected.

"One day, the Young Mistress was dragged away by them... Her wounds had not yet healed, and the first day she was taken to see Accountant Chen, she..." A-Gui stopped, looking at Liu Chenyang with a troubled expression.

As for why he chose to strike Zhang Zuohu first instead of the others, there was naturally a reason for it.

The moment the heavenly spiritual fire appeared, the surrounding temperature soared, and Liu Yifeng was instantly engulfed in a sea of flames.

Old Man Wei waved his hand, told me not to worry, and then we grabbed the shroud to lift this "bait" toward the ventilation shaft.

No matter which one they obtained, their strength would be vastly improved, and they might even have the chance to use this opportunity to step into the realm of the Supreme.

Ice shards danced across the sky. Wen Qingye’s blood surged throughout his body; he had clearly pushed the Five Elements Body Tempering Technique to its limit. Combined with the powerful Rock Law of the Zhuxian Sword Path and his fifty-thousand-pound force, every gesture he made channeled strength as volatile as a volcano.

The fatty, however, played the part well, calling him "venerable elder" at every turn and fawning over him with great diligence.

Upon hearing what I said, the old woman seemed to fall into despair. She sat there blankly, silent and motionless, lost in her own thoughts. The fatty and I called out to her a few times, but she ignored us completely.

Being dismissed as a fly by Fang Jiahong made Liu Yifeng feel deeply uncomfortable. He let out a cold laugh and spoke again.

Lin Fan had vaulted into the ranks of the powerful on the God-Slaying List, taking the ninetieth spot, while the original holder of that rank was automatically demoted by one.

No one had expected that the wife of the Hun-Tian Demon Cult leader would have reached the cultivation realm of the Shangqing Immortal Monarch.

We stared at Liu Ling, who seemed haunted by a vengeful spirit, sensing that there was more to his words than met the ear. He would certainly not give up, and since we had already burned our bridges, a life-or-death duel could break out at any moment.

"So, should we go down to the bottom of the pool to search? As the saying goes, 'see the person in life, see the corpse in death.' I think that's the only way our leader will be completely at ease," a dim-witted fool suggested ingratiatingly.