Chapter 38: A Man and a Woman Alone in a Room

The news of Jian Tang’s death, coupled with the screenshots of WeChat conversations that Zhan Xinyue had paid internet trolls to circulate, fermented across the web. Previously, Shen Feiyu’s attempts to play the victim alongside Jian Suishan—claiming to be a pregnant mother while spreading malicious rumors about Jian Tang—had improved their public image. Now, however, that image collapsed entirely following the "death" of Jian Tang.

As a doctor treated the wound on Jian Xiwen’s forehead, the tear-streaked woman saw the arrival of the elder Madame Jian and immediately began to throw a tantrum. While doing so, she glanced at Jian Han’s chest badge, noting the inscription: Jian Han, Intern Physician.

Jian Nanfeng’s eyes darted around, but his mournful expression betrayed his true state of mind.

Yang Yifan did not keep a particularly close watch on Zhou Mingyang, as the few rogue cultivators present possessed formidable strength—one of them having reached the peak of the fifth level of the Foundation Establishment stage in martial cultivation. Trying to escape right under the noses of such people was nothing short of a pipe dream.

Seeing that no one else had caught the scent, Zhang Qiu handed the water he had received from Zhang Chun to Qi Zhan without a second thought.

The doctor’s words from the ambulance still echoed in her ears: the brain had already entered a state of death, and the chances of a successful surgery were extremely slim.

Jian Han had no strength left. She slumped on the bed, staring at the man standing beside it, whose arrogant and cold demeanor felt all the more overbearing.

Qin Yi rubbed his temples. If it wasn't for their decision to play for a while thinking it was nothing serious, they must have been lured into the game by the Black System host using some unknown method.

"There is nothing in the house—no bloodstains, no fragments of clothing." The young scholar preempted his father’s lines once again. The wealthy landowner nearly choked on his own breath and flicked his sleeves in frustration.

When she had met him before, Tang Ning’s heart would race, but unfortunately, Jian Chengxi was married, having taken a shrew named Han Xiaoyun as his wife.

Compared to Sun Wu, Van Dijk’s growth journey had been more arduous, though he had never suffered such severe injuries.

Lan Youxiang dared not argue back, and the municipal officials were left speechless, knowing that prison time awaited them.

Their soldiers seemed entirely immersed in looting, leaving the whole operation in chaos. Since the Japanese defense was so lax, Ling Xiao was certain to seize the opportunity.

The Demon clan troops lurking here were all experts of the Immortal Spirit stage, capable of suppressing their own auras, which is why Yi Mingyue and the others had not sensed the presence of anyone behind the mountain peak.

"The Starry Sky Shuttle is such a magnificent treasure; I must get my hands on one to play with when I have the chance," Yu Zhen muttered to himself.

The moment he stepped out of the vehicle, he seemed to radiate a powerful aura, like a sovereign looking down upon the world.

With a sound of clashing metal, the massive tree where Ye Yun stood collapsed, crushed to the ground by the colossal fake Qilin. Ye Yun himself was sent flying by the creature's immense power, only stopping after snapping three more trees in his path.

The seven men behind the man glared in fury at these words, yet they dared not speak. They all knew who Yu Zhen was and had witnessed the power of his sword strike through the live battle broadcasts on their phones.

The void trembled, humming as ripples spread before their eyes. The clashing of metal, the light of a spiritual ocean, and sword energy that pierced the sky occupied the entire firmament.

"With my level of skill, I should at least have a name on the Earth Rankings, right? Surely I should be among the top ranks?"

"Then I shall accept your kind words, Senior," Luo Chen replied with a faint smile, bowing to the Will of the Wild Ancient Domain.

With these people, not only would they fail to kill anyone in the Endless Divine Mountain, they wouldn't even be able to break this array.

In the decades to come, would the Tianyuan world still face defeat after defeat against the Pseudo-Immortal Realm, just as it did now?

Take Su Yan and Xia Ke Ke, for example; they should have been able to identify Ye Zichen’s disguise.

At that very moment, the item Meng Po pulled from the wardrobe was none other than Shen Jiabing’s intimate lingerie.

When Yang stood up, the leader of the demons hissed, beckoning to Chen Yang with its finger in a continued provocation.

"Long Jiu, why are you still here? Didn’t I tell you to return to headquarters?" Chen Fan asked sternly as he approached.

She suddenly understood one thing: the Yan Yunchen before her might not be a fool after all.

Ye Zichen was certain that during the time he had been away, they must have discovered a hollow mine—and a rich vein of ore at that.

He Nan-yu disdained to speak with Tong Nian, his gaze lingering on her face for only a moment before returning to Qin Zhen.

"I know." Yang Yang nodded obediently, and as the carriage rocked, she fell asleep before long.

Nie Tian realized the truth of it. He had understood this long ago in the Central Plains of the Holy Region, back when he was studying the Heavenly Dao Saint Runes with the Hongxing family—that all power, including Saint Runes, followed this principle. It was only because he had been so focused on breaking the Great Saint Rune Array that he had overlooked the process of simplifying the complex.

"What kind of man are you, damn it? You still haven't changed your tune? Do you believe I'll beat you?" Ling Lan was not as easy to talk to as Han Xue.

"Boom!" The two attacks collided, immediately forming a terrifying blast of air. Nie Tian’s long hair flew, and his robes billowed in the gale.

Instantly, everyone present couldn't help but gasp, their mouths agape. Sure enough, as the lines connected, they formed a massive net that draped over nearly all their fighter jets.

Yuan Bao snorted inwardly. Asking now was far too late! If things were truly bad, the person would have been cold half an hour ago. To sit in the car for so long before getting out—was he putting on makeup or getting dressed on the spot?

Tong Nian lived in a duplex apartment with four units per floor, the two levels totaling over three hundred square meters. That she had a seven-million-value property in her name was something He Dongyi had never anticipated; he had thought that owning a house worth two or three million would be the extent of her capabilities.

Huang Jun wanted to smile, but his face was in extreme pain. Still, he managed to say in a weak voice, "Don't worry, I won't die. It’ll be fine. Give me some more water."

Upon hearing this, the expressions of those present turned extremely grave. They did not want to escalate the scale of the war, but the U.S. government was not like China’s; the influence of the Wall Street financial groups on the government was too great.

After all, in the future, regardless of how difficult the designs of those prominent international brands were for ordinary people to understand, or how disparate their styles might be...

Yuan Qingyu and Bai Tiantian returned to their residence to find the butler waiting outside the room. He was pacing back and forth, burning with anxiety.

"Grand Preceptor, I have something to say, though I do not know if it is appropriate." Duke Chu felt the power of the flat peach digesting within his body, his eyes fixed on Huo Taixian with a look of hesitation.