Chapter 91

Evidently, upon learning that his adversary was such an utterly invincible figure, he was completely terrified. In an instant, the rest of the Salt Gang was infected by his panic, feeling as though their hearts had plunged into a bottomless abyss, shrouded by a pall of gloom, lifeless and spiritless.

A price of twenty-five million had already far exceeded the true value of this blue-and-white porcelain from the Yuan dynasty. Even if it were sent to Sotheby’s for auction, the piece would only fetch about thirteen million at most.

“Damn, it’s no wonder this is the territory of sports cars—it’s naturally built for speed,” Ye Feng mused to himself as his eyes glanced at the speedometer.

Failing to deliver the intended surprise, the middle-aged man offered a helpless smile. Knowing very well that Zhou Yunduo was still at school, he turned back, planning to make a trip to Jiangcheng University.

Mu Qingyu walked up beside Ye Feiyang’s mirror. Ye Feiyang couldn’t tell whether he was simply looking at himself or peering at Ye Feiyang through the glass.

At a certain moment, as Qin Ning walked parallel to the three-legged Golden Crow, a tremendous and awe-inspiring pressure suddenly descended upon the scene.

Yet, to be honest, this effect was of little consequence to him. According to the now-dead Yang Yong, he had already acquired the essence of the Spring Fortune Cauldron, which meant he was now the earthly embodiment of the God of Fortune. From then on, calamities would turn to blessings, and his life would never again be in danger.

Bent over like a thief, Cheng Yaojin ran along the mountain path for a while. Seeing no one around, he finally stopped, placed the old man on a large rock, and glanced back at the growing number of torches and the distant clamor coming from the ruined temple at the village entrance. Cheng Yaojin sighed heavily.

Though a colonel-level agent in the Special Operations Bureau was indeed important, the vengeful Lord Fu had already instinctively chosen to ignore it. After all, he had crossed paths with the Bureau before, and they had never been in a hurry to wipe him out.

Almost simultaneously, Lan Hui, Mu Mangzi, and Mu Qingshan each managed to slay another thief while retreating, yet they remained twenty or thirty paces from the treasure’s guardian.

Just as the royal and noble houses were at their wits’ end, ready to compromise with the espers, a miracle occurred.

Reflecting on the past, Mingfan realized how good life had once been. Staring at the bright sky outside his window, he wished he could walk in the sunlight and breathe the fresh air of nature.

The boatman rowed gently, and the black-canopied boat drifted with the rippling water, passing slowly beneath one stone bridge after another. Before long, they had traversed the entire route, but Jiang Shan still seemed unsatisfied.

Xinxiya suddenly noticed Yifan’s astonished expression and realized how abrupt she had been, her cheeks flushing red. Lan Yu had originally wanted to tell Ivan about her pregnancy in a casual way, but now, feeling embarrassed, she could only walk up to him and look at him sheepishly.

I slowly conjured the scythe into my hand. In this already cramped cage, the sudden appearance of the massive blade made the space feel even more suffocating.

That evening, Shen Tong and Xue Jiancheng connected via video call, during which Shen Tong shared everything he knew about the Tsunami Plan.

Reaching out, I patted Wei Dongliang on the shoulder, about to speak, when a strange sound came from a nearby car.

White scales gradually colored the violent storm; at this moment, the flying disc looked utterly lopsided, teetering on the verge of collapse.

He muttered at the door: “What good is a locked door? If I really wanted in, no door in the world could stop me! You’re going to marry me sooner or later, so why the rush?”

That summer, while still in middle school, Gu Nian had boasted she would pursue him, then began her relentless campaign.

The Primordial God Emperor was the ultimate form of physical evolution, surpassing all, able to engrave his own Dao upon the cosmic order, forming celestial monuments that manifested across the universe, reflecting upon all realms, boundlessly powerful.

Fan Jin glanced at Su Xue, who was trying to mediate. It didn’t matter—after all, she had already slapped and kicked her. Either way, she felt she’d come out ahead.

He’d raised the Nine-Life Celestial Cat for years—did he not know what it liked to eat? Still, he was curious to see what tricks she wanted to play.

The old man seemed to push his luck: “Just give it to me now.” His throat bobbed as if he were about to reach out.

Father Gu saw that Mother Gu was set on going to the Imperial Capital. After several attempts to dissuade her, he gave up.

As for Huangfu Ziyi’s fans, originally worried that Yun Piaopiao might have gotten dirt on their idol, their fears vanished upon hearing more threats involving her parents’ keepsakes. Instantly, they exploded in outrage.

No matter how good her stamina was, Fan Siren couldn’t endure for long—especially since her endurance was never much to begin with.

In the midst of the casual conversation laced with a hint of severity, Fan Jin looked up at Chu Xunshu, only to meet a pair of deep, tranquil eyes as fathomless as an ancient well. She forced a sheepish smile.

Chen Yu, full of questions, turned and stepped into the room. Halting there, he gazed into the star-strewn, exceptionally bright night sky, his eyes fixed on a particular spot.

The car window slid down, and upon seeing the man in the driver’s seat, Xiang Nuan was so overwhelmed she felt as though she could die on the spot.

As Jingning finished speaking, Cai Yashan’s eyes lit up instantly. She turned her head, looking at Zhao Heng with hope brimming in her gaze.

Bo Dongli looked at her deeply. For reasons he couldn’t explain, he felt uneasy and reassured himself that perhaps it was simply because he had spent too many days by her side.

At this moment, Lin Baozhu was staring at Zhang Yuenian, watching her face shift from guilt to pallor, and finally to aggrieved indignation. Lin Baozhu was speechless. Zhang Yuenian had brought it upon herself; why pity someone like her? To be blunt, if others mistreated her, she had only herself to blame.

Was what she made really that terrible? She wanted to protest that he hadn’t even tasted it yet, but feared he would just despise it further after tasting it, making her look even more foolish.

Stepping outside, Bu Feifan noticed everyone’s reactions. He merely smiled faintly at the crowd before heading toward the teaching building.

She was by no means numb to emotion; Bai Yunshen, aside from his orientation, was indeed a highly charismatic man.

“Yes,” the maids replied. Emboldened by their mistress’s power, they roughly dragged Xuanyuan Chuxian into the house to have her washed and dressed.

Zhang Daoyi hurried forward, pointing his hand at Ling Yun, causing Ling Yun to slowly rise and face him. With a swift motion, he tore open Ling Yun’s robe, revealing a deep, bone-deep wound slashing diagonally across his chest.