Chapter 41

Admitting that she was not as shrewd as Su Mu in business matters, Lily asked a casual question without any intention of interfering with his plans. She skipped over the topic of her father’s business and began to talk about the decadent and dazzling cityscape of the Las Vegas Strip, noting that it would be even more beautiful once night fell.

It is still better to live in the modern age, especially in our own country; even if life isn't perfect, you at least have the right to survive.

Mi Jia asked, "How about we just kill Nia?" Her tone was completely different from when she spoke to Fang Shi; she proposed killing Nia as casually as one might suggest eating rice for dinner.

She finally understood why her mother had been beaten to death by Lingxiao Longchen and Lingxiao Tianba; her mother had been brutally killed by them solely for her sake.

Furthermore, it was not just his senses that were frozen; soon after, even his breathing was forced to a halt. The suffocating pressure triggered the primal survival instincts of Liu Yibin’s body.

Looking from a distance, the valley that had been shrouded in mist now appeared entirely different.

"This..." Wuye looked at Bis with skepticism. Bis kept his head down, drinking his tea; he also wanted to know about the Red Bat, but he could not bring himself to utter the vulgar words that Fang Shi used.

He had originally intended to offer him an annual salary of three or four hundred thousand and a house near the company, as he truly admired such a brilliant man dedicated to his studies. He felt Professor Song had some good ideas, but not enough to justify pestering him relentlessly.

Since both Jiufeng and Taisui were unreliable, appointing Yang Zheng to the second seat was the preference of the majority of Zhao Jianzhong’s trusted subordinates, led by Jiao Chong.

"Yes, I cannot do it, so I can only lose my temper. After all, you are the Empress, and Father and Mother dote on you," Qingwu said, turning around and walking slowly toward the table, gracefully opening the silk-covered box before him.

Having obtained her dinner without any effort, Su Hexiang dragged it into the cave with practiced ease. She did not even blink while slaughtering and dissecting it. Just as she discarded the final useless organ, a gust of wind blew, sparks scattered, and a sturdy, mature man appeared inside the cave.

The few young people, like me, were a bit reserved at first, but after just one day, they all became unrestrained, even joking with Tang Shengtian without regard for propriety.

Much like the feeling of being a slave, Luona now appeared more composed, or perhaps more mature, than the Star Sea War God Ceclous of the past.

Lin Yuan swam at the bottom of the well, reflecting on his life, and suddenly found it somewhat ridiculous and pathetic.

However, because Mu Qingyu’s mind was in turmoil due to her own suspicions at the time, she had not observed carefully and naturally did not notice this.

Jin Ying lowered her head, looking somewhat sorrowful. Her thick eyelashes veiled her pupils, making it impossible to discern the expression within, but the faint sound of sobbing betrayed her grief.

"...Furthermore, neither I nor the Surface World exist in the material universe and spacetime, nor do we belong to it. You will never be able to understand the 'True Surface World,' because the moment you contemplate such matters, the Surface World instantly collapses..." the Creator said.

"But what can we do? None of us are a match for them," Wan Qianjin said with a helpless shrug of his shoulders.

With the added speed, his strength had indeed increased further. Even without activating his "Boiling Blood," he could strike with a force of two million jin, yet Fang Yinuo was still not satisfied.

Su Fengxiao withdrew his focus from the conversation at the nearby table and spoke to Li Yang, whose expression was shifting across from him.

Moreover, he wanted to introduce Wu Song to them. Through their time together lately, Lu Ping felt that Wu Song was a trustworthy person, and improving his capacity for activity would be beneficial to himself.

Now, he was in a situation where he could neither advance nor retreat. If he were to slink away now, wouldn't it be too humiliating? More importantly, if anyone watching the livestream recognized him, the news would spread back to his sect, and where would he hide his face then?

The seven World Spirits transformed into the seven sons of the realm. Each spirit’s cultivation was different; Lian Haiping practiced ghost arts and was nearing completion. Once he advanced two more levels, his mastery would be perfected.

He couldn't help but think that it was impossible to get him to support Kou Zhong directly. However, since this future father-in-law had already promised to support him, if he needed assistance in the future, couldn't he simply ask for it in his own name?

As soon as the words left his mouth, Lu Ping grabbed a carrying pole and charged forward. Looking at his momentum, he appeared nothing like a scholar, but rather a reckless ruffian.

Wang Xingxin and Liu Gangzi hurriedly unloaded the firewood and moved it next to the various stoves to make it easier to tend the fires.

Yun Zhongque was filled with fury, channeling infinite power into his palms. He clamped them together in front of him, pinning the Heavenly Sword like a wall of indestructible iron. The sword could not advance an inch, and the surrounding sword energy was instantly shattered. Only a sliver of indomitable, ferocious sword intent pierced through, leaving two mists of blood to erupt from his front and back.

But it was useless. No matter how he ran, the surrounding environment remained unchanged; there was no wind, no light, nothing at all. Xu Feng could not help but feel a sense of panic, murmuring, "Could it be that I am already dead? Is this the final resting place of my soul?"

"What does that last sentence mean? Why am I still completely confused?" Meteor scratched his head, his grey robes fluttering with his inner anxiety and anger.

Lin Yong frowned. After dialing three times, he finally felt that something was wrong. Even if he wanted to contact headquarters, this landline could not reach them.

As for Lin Feng, he did not rest. He dispelled every array in the areas he passed through, ranging from warrior to war-king levels. Of course, the areas he traversed were mostly inhabited by war-kings; his spear techniques needed to be honed through battle, and the natives were the best sparring partners.