Day 32

As he spoke, Wu Tian drew his blade, and at least forty men behind him unsheathed their own cold, gleaming weapons. Wu Tian’s refusal to answer Hong Lie’s question was a deliberate move to belittle him, showing him that he was beneath his notice.

This approach to color usage felt familiar. However, Chen Xing had never considered himself artistically inclined, only enjoying the occasional doodle; he felt a sense of recognition regarding this use of color but couldn't quite place it. He thought perhaps he had seen similar paintings before but had failed to commit them to memory.

"Don't worry, I saw through his intentions long ago. It’s just rare for everyone to gather like this, so I’ll let it slide," Lin Wushuang nodded.

That evening, Wang Yanqing returned home looking dejected. He rang the doorbell, the nanny opened the door, and he stumbled into the living room. Ye Lijun was sitting on the sofa, her face twisted in rage, eyes spitting fire. She pulled a kitchen knife from beside her, stood up abruptly, and let out a howl, her hefty frame charging forward as she swung the blade toward Wang Yanqing’s head.

Walking over to the Prefect, the official wisely stepped aside. Then, Duan Lingyun looked at Leng Yue, his expression momentarily stunned, his eyes darting away, unable to meet her gaze.

The speaker was Wang Fugui, a man who specialized in timber processing and transport. Over the past few years, he had profited handsomely from buying low and selling high under the Zhao family. He was a cunning, profit-driven man.

After the seventh lash, Wanyan Beipi fainted. There were nineteen more to go. Just as the executioner was about to splash cold water on her to wake her, Wanyan Wushu stepped out.

Before the man in the suit could react, the surge of energy had pierced his chest and obliterated his heart.

It was the first time the old lady had spoken. Though her hair was entirely white, her constitution seemed better than that of the old man beside her.

Afterward, we ate a little something. The temperature began to rise, and the snow turned to rain.

It was no wonder they looked down on him; Qi Hao’s current appearance was truly unkempt, mostly due to the clothes he was wearing. They weren't just dowdy; they were hopelessly out of fashion. How could anyone of any standing possibly parade through the streets in such attire?

A black robe, a hood, face obscured—I understood now. It was him! The man in the black robe! That fellow was incredibly mysterious; he knew everything about our four half-shattered souls.

Speaking of which, the passerby felt unsettled all afternoon, as if he had forgotten something... After doing some quick mental calculations, he realized it was Monday, and he had actually forgotten to ask for recommendation votes in the previous chapter.

At this moment, only Gu Qingxing, sect leader of the Jiufeng Sect, and Elder Bi Mingxin were inside the Lingqing Palace.

"The Venerable One is right. Given Mo Na’s usual conduct, he wouldn't dare even if he were given ten times the courage. But to hand over the position of Brahma just like that!" the subordinate guardian Che Hai said obsequiously.

The sect leader was truly grateful. The Spirit Beast Mountain had been on the verge of total annihilation. Had it been destroyed on his watch, he would have had no face to meet the sect leaders of the past.

Many years later, when he stood at the pinnacle of his field, drawing the eyes of the world, he would be most grateful for this time at the Qingyang Martial Arts Hall. Facing things alone and thinking for himself had played a crucial role in shaping his character.

"Hello everyone, my name is Chosokabe Kanako, but people I meet always like to write my name as Chosokabe Kanako—it gives me such a headache... As for why? I’ve already mentioned it last time, so I won't repeat it here."

The dust and smoke gradually dissipated. A dark shadow walked slowly from within—it was Tuoba Tao and his main force, prepared to attack Qiantang.

Fang Yan was stunned and released his grip on Nian Si’s wrist; Nian Shilei hurried back.

He hurriedly utilized his "Sound Perception" skill, taking in all the noise within a hundred-meter radius. He immediately captured the trio’s conversation and deduced that the dignified middle-aged man in the middle was the "President Bai" that Master Feng had mentioned, while the other was Xiao Lin’s father, President Xiao.

Zhan Liansheng was currently consumed by rage and a desire to kill, especially toward these mercenaries who had invaded his country; he would not allow them to leave alive.

Wang Liang knew that Mu Fengyun must be busy purging the enemy agents in Beiping to ensure the safety of the founding ceremony.

The setting sun lazily cast its final rays upon the earth. Looking out, the land of Nanzhong was filled with people returning with their hunt; everything was so peaceful and serene.

"Wow! It really is Brother Nai! When did you get here? I didn't even know!" Liu Jiu'er said, hurrying over to greet him.

"Good boy, I'll reward you with a big chicken leg tonight," Tuoba Tao said, picking up Tuoba Xi and kissing him before sitting down beside Xiao Ran.

The school homepage reported this good news, and the school forums were abuzz with discussion. Students from every department with a passion for soccer talked excitedly, and Fang Yan had undoubtedly become the focus of everyone’s attention.

Unexpectedly, after a sudden accident, Qin Xi had arrived in this Great World of Gods. He wondered how his family back on Blue Star was doing.

"Many thanks for saving our lives, young master. Wu Yue is deeply grateful." Wu Yue bowed, looking at Lin Chen with heartfelt gratitude; otherwise, she and her brother might truly have died here at Moon-Watching Slope.

This time, the Solar Deity had spared no expense, gritting his teeth to dispatch the seven strongest Beidou Star Lords that the Heavenly Court could muster, aiming to shatter the Eastern Wilderness in one blow and deal Jin Ni a heavy, decisive strike.

With this turn of events, Chu Chen had become a ten-thousand-yuan household in one fell swoop. Once he managed his businesses well in the future, money would be a triviality to him.

No one knew where the news had originated, but it was said that Xu Changqing had once spared no effort to save a Japanese man, who turned out to be a Japanese spy leader.

Although Fang Yuquan possessed no special bloodline, his innate aptitude could not be described as merely "mediocre."

Jia Tiesheng swallowed hard, then, using the snow outside the tent, he sculpted the blueprint into a vivid, lifelike model of snow.

Just as Li Feifei thought the sun could no longer hold out, she saw it suddenly erupt with an incomparably intense golden light.

Wang Hanchuan swallowed hard and, treasuring the banknote, tucked it into his robes. He then hurriedly copied the recipe for the Vitality Pill, which he had memorized, onto a sheet of rice paper.

"So, what kind of ability is it, exactly? To be able to see in the dark and also foresee danger?" Chen Ruoshan fell into deep thought.

"Hehe..." Li Er was powerless now. Holding Rou Rou’s soft body, he chuckled at the thought that he had actually been competing in a childish game with Jenny. Suddenly remembering Jenny’s identity, his laughter grew much louder.

Tamura Makoto’s face turned ghastly in an instant. He crumpled the cards, slammed them onto the table, and shouted for the next deal.