Chapter 19: The Person Jian Tang Hates the Most

Inside the car, the driver asked in a low voice, "President Shen, shall we head back?"

Shen Suinian’s well-defined fingers slowly stroked the ring on his thumb, which bore the family crest. "...Yes."

As the car pulled away, Jian Tang glanced back unconsciously.

Chen Pozhou reached out and turned her face toward him, full of jealousy. "Even though he is an elder, I still don't like seeing another man in Tangtang's eyes."

He didn't believe that a man as inscrutable as Shen Suinian could have any history with Jian Tang, but the jealousy was overwhelming nonetheless.

Jian Tang withdrew her gaze. "I don't want to go to the wedding house."

Chen Pozhou paused. "...You don't like that house?" He continued, "If you don't like it, we can..."

Regardless of what others thought, the Azure Veil Array always served as a guarantee to increase the vitality of everyone in the city. At the same time, he was eager to see the effect of this, his first attempt at setting up a city-defense formation. After all, a formation of this scale consumed a vast amount of materials, and few people had the opportunity to practice it in reality.

Tie Zheng did not stop; he continued his work. During the defense of the city, he watched as soldiers of the Qilei Army died not far away, yet he was powerless to help, a sense of loss weighing heavily in his heart.

The black-clad ninja was at least thirty or forty years old, with over a decade of practice in this particular style of swordsmanship. While he was still far from the legendary realm of "man and blade as one," his sword skills were nonetheless quite formidable.

Long after, Tie Zheng finally understood that after Cao Tong took control of Tianqi City, he had quietly siphoned off the majority of the spiritual stones powering the city’s defensive array before leaving. This led to the exhaustion of the formation's energy, allowing a massive number of otherworldly creatures to breach the city, resulting in the slaughter of all forty million low-level cultivators and civilians.

Conversely, if the Li brothers and Attendant Wang could hold out until Wanjun defeated Shi Hongcheng, Wanjun’s cultivation, at the peak of the late Spirit Transformation stage, could easily slaughter Zhuang Tianfu and the others.

"You!" Wei Li clenched his fists, the veins on his neck bulging. An unprecedented sense of frustration engulfed him, yet he dared not lash out.

Blood splattered as bullets pierced through one body after another, carrying gore to injure those behind.

Everyone felt a blur before their eyes, only to see that two large chairs, formed from materialized vital energy, had appeared at the head of the hall, with the three ancestors already seated upon them.

Although Xiuxiu was hidden within Lu Ying’s orb of light, she still felt an overwhelming pressure bearing down, as if the apocalypse were at hand.

That morning, the various combat units arrived at the ambush position one after another, and under Qin Feng’s personal command, they constructed various fortifications.

She had forgotten everything else. No matter how Rong Xi brought it up or explained, Xue Xinqi’s memory simply lacked that entire period of time.

In a bustling area of Xiliang, Xue Xinqi was holed up in her room, but today, she had a visitor.

Moreover, the progress bar remained stuck at seventy percent, unable to move a single step further.

A group of a dozen people, led by Bai Xue, marched in a grand procession toward the ice cellar of the Snow Mountain Sect.

Seeing Rong Xi jump out, Shen Li caught sight of that enchanting and beautiful face, and a strange glint flickered in his eyes.

"Hurry up, go get the carriage! If you don't bring back the soy sauce today, just wait for Yiren to scold you!" He tossed the horse whip at Daniu. He couldn't handle this fiery horse himself anyway, so he let him deal with it. It would be best if he fell and knocked himself senseless; he would definitely just leave him behind regardless.

"Why aren't you staying at the training camp and running over here instead!?" Mu Tong glared at the two, his face full of conflict.

He had never met Li Chourong in person. It was said that when she was young, she was abandoned by her lover, and her temperament had changed drastically ever since. She was eccentric; there were countless people who sought her medical help, and she treated some but not others. If she refused to treat someone, even if they offered a fortune, she would not budge. It could be said that neither threats nor inducements worked on her.

"How about we ask the restaurant manager for a favor and send some gifts over? You should stay home today; the snow is too heavy, the roads are difficult, and the mountains are sealed." After hesitating, Ye Long finally entered the house, brushing the snowflakes off his body while offering his suggestion.

But could one say it was intentional? Feng Qing had been watching Feng Mo’s expression, and his nonchalant appearance was no different from any other day.

Though he could hardly be called an "unhelpable fool," he had become puffed up with pride under the collective indulgence and high regard of the Lin family. He would often act with an overbearing, arrogant air, as if he were the most important person in the world, capable of easily crushing any opponent who looked down on or despised him into the dust.

Zhu Daguang puffed on his cigarette while wondering where to get some money; this life of poverty was truly hellish.

The villa’s main gate was filled with luxury cars of all models, and the garden was illuminated by lights as if it were midday. Servants carried trays in and out, creating the atmosphere of a Lin family banquet.

Of course, "genius" here had nothing to do with IQ, only EQ. However, compared to geniuses who relied solely on raw intelligence to crush the world, Yang Tao admired more those who, through their emotional intelligence, thrived and maneuvered with ease within their families and society.

Qiao Yu’an could not hear a word she said now; like a crazed she-wolf, she screamed and lunged at Lin Wanwan.

In the last Chujiang District New Year Grand Prix, Li Yonghao, who was at an absolute disadvantage in terms of strength, first used psychological tactics to provoke Long Tiegang and disrupt his state of mind.

There was no other reason; once something was said, it was like "water spilled on the ground, impossible to take back."

I swung the pickaxe handle into Mu Hai’s head again. Mu Hai slid three meters away, and the handle snapped with a sharp crack.

Indeed, had I not been reborn and truly experienced the information explosion of the later era, and had I not personally participated in it, who could have imagined that those "actors" once despised and looked down upon by the world would eventually become the "big figures" that everyone envied and looked up to?

"He is my ex-boyfriend." Seeing Geng Haoshi so agitated, Yang Mimi reiterated, then added, "You know what? Before he met me, he weighed over three hundred pounds!"

Lin Sheng didn't mind; his surname wasn't really Wang anyway, so Duan Qirui’s cursing of the Wang family had nothing to do with him.

"Sigh! Time to cultivate!" The man sighed once more, speaking as he prepared to find a place for closed-door cultivation. This was a safe place for such a thing; there was no need to worry about spirit beasts launching a surprise attack, nor any need to worry about others ambushing him.