Volume 1, Chapter 50: My Lord Has Gone to Attend the Imperial Banquet

"Seven fifty for this, eight eighty for the apples, five for the grapes, four fifty for the pineapple, fifty-five for the cherries. I'll round it all up to two hundred for you. Pack it in a fruit basket, and I'll bill it as eighteen hundred, no problem," the fruit vendor said, looking at Xia Yuan with a fierce, scarred face.

"All right, I'm full. Take your time eating, I'll go to your place and fetch your clothes for you," Li Yanyang said.

Hearing merely that she had been driven out by his eldest sister, she assumed it was because she had offended the sister, and felt a touch of sympathy for her. Besides, Young Master Qiu actually held some affection for her, though the difference in their social status kept him from harboring any deeper intentions, leaving her easily manipulated by Xu Feifei.

"Convert everything into US dollars, deposit them into Citibank in the UK, and then gradually transfer them to the US Longteng Company. That will be much easier relatively speaking," Chen Ning said.

Almost immediately, Xia Yuan tracked down the landlord and bought this eighty-square-meter storefront for three million. Xia Yuan wanted to cut off any possibility of Yuan elemental energy interfering with him. Buying the shop was the first step, and the next would be the renovation.

Li Gangqing had his abacus clicking merrily away, never once considering what he would do if Gong Wuxie refused.

A deafening roar of profound energy collisions exploded across the firmament. For a fleeting instant, heaven and earth seemed to stall, and then a terrifying force erupted outward in an extremely violent manner.

No wonder it felt like something was missing during the chat just now; nobody had come out to act like a fool, and he couldn't even find a target if he wanted to slap someone.

The dark clouds in the sky finally dispersed slowly, and a beam of light, brimming with vitality and spiritual essence, descended from the center. It shone upon Leng Yan and Mu Qiu, and instantly their injuries healed rapidly. Their flesh and blood felt as though they were being dismantled and reassembled, yet they felt no pain at all, experiencing only a profound sense of comfort.

It was only shortly thereafter that Ling Gufang heard rumors in the pugilistic world that the treasure of the King of Shang was hidden in Mount Heng of the Northern Yue, so he hastily left Mount Emei and hurried toward Mount Heng.

Without even thinking, Yang Yunhang grabbed the handle of the flower basket. The basket, flying through the air, whizzed back, carrying Yang Yunhang away from the zone enveloped by the violent force of the splashing gore.

Students who had entered this place around the same time as Wen Xin rushed straight toward the Desolate Sky Ancient Forest the moment they stepped out of the teleportation hall.

Who is this fake Xu Xuancheng? What on earth is his objective? Oh no, since there's a fake one around, the real one probably won't survive. But if I go to the hospital, what will happen to the chaotic Lin residence?

Wen Xin closed his eyes and probed the Pilgrimage Token with his divine sense. Amidst a pitch-black void, a single white speck of light appeared—it was a coordinate point. The next time Wen Xin entered, as long as he sensed this coordinate point, he could follow it straight back to the spot where he had left his coordinates, which was where he had triggered the regional coordinate device.

"Boss Jiang, we've arrived at the White Cloud Hotel." Huazi's words pulled Jiang Guotao's thoughts back to the real world.

Suddenly, Long Yan'er sliced her finger, and a drop of fresh blood flew into the light array. The ice dragons within the array became covered in crimson veins, as if about to come to life. Following a flash of brilliant light, the array completely merged with the seal. Eighty-one ice dragons wandered across every part of the seal, and the seven-colored radiance upon the seal grew even more intense.

"Yang Xiu, you're finally back! If you hadn't returned, we'd all be dead!" said a lean, shifty-eyed man, though the villagers showed no reaction whatsoever, as if they were thoroughly accustomed to it.

"Fortunately, the police arrived just in time. I owe this all to you; otherwise, I'd probably be on my way to the netherworld by now," Xia Jian said with a hearty laugh and a joke.

The memorial stated: "Tongguan is a natural fortress, and Zhuge Kongming is adept at military strategy. Following successive victories, his momentum is currently at its peak, and he cannot be opposed by sheer force."

Fang Wen felt immensely fortunate for exercising caution and not blindly rushing in. If he had just charged in regardless of the consequences, he figured he would have had to unleash his ultimate skills to make it out alive.

Xiangxiang's stealth capabilities were formidable, but holding such a dazzling armguard out in the open made it entirely normal for others to spot it.

Clearly... after more than a month of convalescence, the Emperor Hongzhi's health had completely recovered to its original state.

After finishing the "breakfast" for the whole family well after dark, Lu Yibai still hadn't noticed anything out of the ordinary.

Scrounging for favors was ideal, but failing to do so brought no sense of loss to her. What she truly lacked was those rare heavenly treasures; the closer they drew to the age of awakening, the more elaborate schemes wealthy and powerful family scions concocted, searching for various methods to help trigger their cherished special abilities.

Although the Chitauri weapons were negligible to the Avengers, they were devastatingly destructive to ordinary people.

Looking at the blazing imperial road and the people struggling desperately in the sea of fire, Chai Jin turned ashen-faced.

Yet seeing Fang Fan acting as though he meant to beat him to death, internal conflict raged within him. Ultimately, utterly flustered and out of wits, he subconsciously followed Fang Fan's directives.

"Is that so? Come with me, I'll take you for a test to determine how fast your self-healing ability has increased," Helen Cho said as she stood up.

Lu Feng only felt that he felt much, much better now. Before this special dose of maca was injected into his body, Lu Feng could not stop his racing thoughts; but now, it was entirely different—his mind was exceptionally clear, and he could control his brain's activity.

Yet now it was different; the Ouyang Feng he saw possessed a complete allure for him, not only physically but also in her temperament. For some unknown reason, Ye Tian always wanted to get close to her, yet because she was so fierce, he felt somewhat hesitant to provoke her.