Volume 1, Chapter 31: I, Fang Yuan, am No Great Arch-fiend

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“Brother Fangyuan, I have brought the person you wanted from Beiyuan. Take a look and see if it’s the right one.” She Long held Oscar by the neck with one hand; his limbs were shackled in iron chains, unable to move an inch, resembling a victim from a classic film of some island nation.

“Not bad, he looks just like the person I’m looking for.” Fangyuan stared into those slightly resentful, captivating peach blossom eyes. He was certain no one else on Douluo Continent had a pair quite like this. It was these eyes that made Ning Rongrong fall in love with Oscar at first sight.

“All right, all right, after five years apart, it’s time for these two lovebirds to have a proper reunion. She Long, lock him up too,” Fangyuan commanded, though he was also...

Gong Shaoxie’s handsome brow furrowed deeply. “Your little lies might fool Qianqian, but not me. Has something happened?” He noticed several gray smudges on Xia Fangyuan’s skirt and red marks on her wrist.

Lentz Mora set off overnight with Gene, rushing to the hospital. The city was now devoid of residents, only the ferocious Yi beasts roamed. However, under Alice’s detection, no Yi beast could hide. They avoided many Yi beasts this way. To not alert the Yi beasts, they refrained from using any vehicles.

Once the phone connected, Lin Mu hurriedly apologized, feeling frustrated. How could someone from Su Yingying’s era have such an open-minded perspective?

Lin Mu planned to try everything like a last-ditch effort. Although he hadn’t yet figured out the problem with the cosmetics, he believed he had the ability to solve it.

Lu Ningchuan clenched his fists tightly, burying his face deeply, making it impossible to read his expression. After a long moment, a cold “Yes” was heard.

The heavenly dao, wandering and patrolling the Three Thousand Worlds, suddenly sneezed. It thought to itself, strange, could it have caught a cold?

Hawk, such a smooth-talking salesman, was genuinely at a loss for words at this moment; he simply nodded.

Unexpectedly, Qi Ming turned out to be an unparalleled genius, achieving such accomplishments in the path of body refinement.

Ten minutes later, Anna returned in an off-road vehicle she had snatched from a passerby. The fellow was corpulent and broad-faced, obviously no good. Even if he were a good person, it was none of her concern.

This spy work was not done for free. Song Meifang provided benefits to the three brothers. Once a report was verified, they would receive a generous reward.

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One of the stone swords suddenly cracked open, revealing a purple aura that swiftly enveloped the blue sword.

Meanwhile, Zhuanxu ordered his men to prepare the spirit hall of the Yellow Emperor Xuanyuan, setting up the altar, lighting incense pillars, and arranging offerings.

The main gate of the building slowly closed, the iron gate descending as well. Xiao Yunfei knew the Su family’s true guards hidden in the shadows had alerted their partners. His objective was achieved. Watching the iron gate fall, he approached a hidden door and kicked it open.

He entered the prison cell and saw Ma Ming, covered in wounds, still chained to a wooden frame. His eyes were closed, head bowed—his soul nearly depleted, barely clinging to life.

In Han Shuang’s impression, injuries like hers, even if curable, would take decades. If luck was poor, it could take centuries. That was why cultivation transcended time—healing could require seclusion for decades or even hundreds of years.

Not long after sitting down, footsteps echoed in the silent corridor. Soon, two police officers escorted Ou Guan Sheng out through another iron gate.

After demonstrating his staff techniques, Zhang Donghai gave all the meat bones and leftover meat and soup on the table to Wukong.

The person inside the ‘gate’ no longer spoke. Bi Ziyan complied with his words, pulling Mo Fan and walking away.

Four Yellow Turban Elders guarded the gate, each with a fierce appearance and broad, muscular builds that sent chills to those who saw them.

The shopkeeper was a bald old man who glanced at him and immediately scolded him for possessing a late-stage Perfected realm. Such cultivation level was uncommon in a shopkeeper—there was obvious significance behind it.

“By the way, the Bright Moon Sect has expanded Xiaoyao Yan’s business to the realms of the myriad gods and desolation, right?” Qin Yun asked, changing the subject.

As she spoke, a tear welled in her slightly reddened eyes, sliding down her fair face, leaving a watery trail. The tear paused briefly at her delicately shaped jaw before falling onto the golden sand and vanishing.

Only a limited few, once coming into the world, were snatched up and treasured. Without immense cost or prestige, who would give things away?

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Next should be her, Lin Qingqing thought, eyes focusing intently on the pastor’s mouth, hardly daring to move for a moment.

He clearly remembered the officer saying that Ren Ke’s cause of death was a severed carotid artery, leading to death from excessive blood loss. So this knife in front of him was likely the weapon used by the murderer to cut Ren Ke’s artery.

The man standing opposite him trembled uncontrollably, too afraid to speak. Ning Weiyu’s temper had become increasingly unpredictable, making even his subordinates fearful.

The group wasted no time, bustling about for two or three days—booking hotels, sending invitations—and soon they were as busy as three spinning tops.

Chen Mofeng was more loyal and sentimental. If asked to betray others, he truly couldn’t do it. But when it came to the Jin family, Chen Mofeng would show no mercy—a form of retribution.

“I offended several sects in the ancient ruins. The grand tournament hasn’t started yet; it’s best to stay low-key and conceal my identity,” Ye Chen pondered, donning a bamboo hat to hide his face.

But Zheng Qian only sincerely praised a few words, seemingly unaware of the weight of this achievement.

The four wild kings were now history. Even if there were a few drops of oil left in the tank, none could surpass his current teammate.

An Hui had little affection for her to begin with, and although he provided good food and drink, it didn’t matter much. Recently, however, under pressure from Galaxy Technology, funds had become tight.