Volume 1, Chapter 39: The Avenger Is an Old Acquaintance

"Marquis of Wu'an, do return home and rest early. You need not concern yourself with a petty person like Su Ziwen; I shall deal with him on your behalf. However, you must remain vigilant, for the mastermind behind this is your true formidable opponent," Xiao Mucheng cautioned with concern.

"Many thanks for your concern, Your Highness. I will keep it in mind," Yun Jinhua nodded.

"Miss Yun, allow me to escort you back to your manor," Lu Mingxuan assumed the role of a protector with practiced ease.

"Stop holding her back. In a crisis, what else can you do but cause trouble? Marquis of Wu'an, I happen to be heading that way, let me take you back," Xiao Mucheng stood up.

"Heading the same way, my foot! You live in the west of the city, and she lives in the east—tell me how that is 'on the way'?"

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After hearing about his situation—especially the loss of five levels at the hands of the Soul Slayer, leaving him to hide at the respawn point in misery—Qian Cheng felt as if his heart were being sliced by a blade. To think his good brother had suffered such humiliation because of his own actions; for a moment, he was filled with intense regret. Why had he been so idle as to try and snatch the Guild Creation Token?

Yet, protected by both his superior intellect and racial talents, Orianle remained entirely unaffected by this charm, merely knitting his slender brows slightly as he gazed at Godiva.

System Notification: The party leader has entered the Twilight Pier instance in Xibu Town via the recruitment channel. Will you enter?

The attendant walked toward Yaya, reaching out a hand to pull her along.

"Oh? Is this the payment you received from the client?" Qing Li’s eyes were full of curiosity as he took the envelope and opened it. "I’ll see for myself if this was worth your while." He produced a pitch-black crystal and hovered its tip over the envelope.

As he paused, his demeanor seemed even less spirited than when he was walking, truly as if his time had come and he could not go on.

Li Qiang’s current strength, at the peak of the late Innate Stage, allowed him to move at a speed beyond what the average human eye could track.

The Guo family had captured Bai Ying to threaten Shaoyan, hoping to lure him into a trap. If not for the appearance of Guo Yu'er, Bai Ying would likely have carried the burden of guilt for the rest of his life.

Xiang Long smiled upon hearing this and said, "Enough, let’s not talk of this. Shall we go out for a stroll? We can grab a bite to eat on the way. I haven't eaten for days; I’m starving!" With that, he rose and led the group out.

In Li Guangyu’s plan, the Li consortium’s focus in the mainland was centered on three regions: South China, East China, and Southwest China. These were the markets he intended to develop heavily; while other areas would be developed, they would not receive as much investment or effort.

The Host looked toward the direction of Liangjing in the State of Qi, his gaze deep and inscrutable. Years had passed, and Qi Mingyu had jumped around enough; it was time to put an end to it.

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I thought to myself, as for killing, I don't believe I have ever done it directly, though I have been responsible for it indirectly.

Leaving the two middle-aged men behind, the Prophet Sun sat on his chair, eyes fixed ahead, a faint smile playing on his lips.

The powerful members of every great family chose to marry other powerful individuals, ensuring that their excellent genes were passed down from generation to generation.

Elsewhere, battles had already begun. Having experienced combat, Luo Shixin and the others followed Liu Bowen’s instructions and shattered the formation.

The bigwigs participating in the negotiations silently noted this detail, deciding to send people to investigate privately once they left; perhaps they could unearth some secrets.

As for Shen City and the Imperial Capital, they housed the nation’s most prestigious art schools, churning out a large number of graduates each year to provide fresh blood for various film and television companies.

At this moment, she suddenly realized that Mo Xibai and the others had been isolated from the fray between her and the Gong family by an invisible barrier; no matter how hard they tried, they could not get within half a step of her.

Chu Qianhan debated whether to tell Qin Xuanlin about this and ask for his opinion, but then he reconsidered. Qin Xuanlin already had a low opinion of Chu Wushuang, so no matter what he said, he would surely claim that Chu Wushuang had some other plan. Thus, Chu Qianhan decided to observe for a while longer.

"What is wrong with you?" Xiao Yao'er was terrified, hurriedly shielding him with her hands as Yi Zhan slumped against her shoulder.

Wasn't this supposed to be about the children of the family? How did it turn to them? This Earl of Cheng'an was truly wicked.

"Yo, the dignified Magistrate Ling of Jiangzhou City. We were once brothers; why leave without a word upon seeing us today? It seems Magistrate Ling no longer recognizes his old brothers!" Zhou Chang’s mocking laughter rang out.

It was unexpected that the Noble Consort would fall ill again just after she had gone to sleep. It appeared her condition had worsened; Nan Yuan had no choice but to reveal the truth to the Emperor.

Previously, while searching for Pang Ye, she had blundered into the territory of several pseudo-god-level magical beasts and was nearly captured.

Qin Yang was clearly staggering, so why—why was it like this? Xu Jinhua looked at Zhao Xiao and Zhou Yan, his eyes turning blood-red as he stared at the disciples of the two families.

Even after she had practiced martial arts and was no longer afraid of the cold or heat, her mother was still accustomed to having her sit by her side, adding clothes when it was cold and fanning her when it was hot.

At this time, Han Yingying still believed the man before her was that heartless lover, treating him as one of her own, and failed to notice anything amiss.

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"Waaah, my candied hawthorn..." But the person opposite was the Empress; what could she do, she couldn't snatch it back. No, she could not bow to the forces of evil! She had to take action! Yes, she would go buy another candied hawthorn.

Inside the grand hall, before the statue of Guan Di, there was nothing but spiderwebs and thick dust; rats and lizards loved this place. Yet today, three people did not mind the filth and occupied the space.

In terms of mentality, Cai Ye had already lost. He was too violent and far less composed than Zhang Yi. When Cai Ye’s moves became chaotic to the extreme, his vulnerabilities multiplied.

Many say that this kind of progress is merely a stroke of luck, but those who can enjoy such luck must possess sufficient talent; otherwise, even if a pie fell from the sky, it wouldn't necessarily land in your lap.

Actually, the people of the Central Capital were not stupid. Although the situation before them was somewhat chaotic, the world as a whole was in disarray—was it not time to find an opportunity?

Helheim nodded, and Nelson came to his side, beginning a careful examination.

Seeing her like this, my heart ached even more. I could no longer care about anything else and ran toward Hu Mei'er.

However, for a poetry gathering to present such a topic, was it merely to ask everyone to interpret this saying of the sage?

More importantly, my newly formed Beggar Sect had a faint, spark-like tendency to start a prairie fire. As the new underground emperor of Jiangzhou City, Hua Xingchen had already sensed the pressure coming from me. He would certainly not let me develop; he was determined to extinguish my spark and nip it in the bud.

The Wozu, having committed countless heinous crimes, were like rice stalks being harvested by Feng Wuhen. Controlled by his Devouring Blood Realm, they had no strength to escape—not even those at the fourth level of the Heavenly River Realm.

"That is a good question. Because you really are an idiot, and I don't know why it had to be you," Feng Lingzi said with disdain.

"Bastard, I am going to kill you!" Watching the back of Liu Fei, who had already entered the hall, Leng Bingbing let out a powerless roar.