Volume 1, Chapter 43: Twenty Million

"How could you possibly be here? This antique fair is certainly not a place for someone like you, a country bumpkin!"
Wang Dong made no effort to conceal the sneer in his voice.
Standing beside him, Liu Xue chimed in, "That's right, Zhang Wenxuan, you have no qualifications whatsoever to enter this fair."
"I suspect you must have sneaked in here!"
Hah!
Faced with their accusations, Zhang Wenxuan could not help but sneer inwardly.
"It seems the slaps to your faces earlier weren't enough. Are you really still looking at me with your old biases?"
Zhang Wenxuan's words caused the expressions of both Wang Dong and Liu Xue to shift slightly.
At that moment, Li Binglan walked over.
She smiled faintly, and then walked straight up...
This was precisely one of the reasons why the industrial products exported by China to all parts of the world were not classified as dumping by various countries.
Everything felt as though it had happened in just a split second. Li An tightly embraced Yan Luoxi in his arms, truly wondering where he had just found such immense strength to lift Yan Luoxi up in a single motion.
"No, this absolutely will not do. I need to go and sound out Zhao Mingxiang's intentions once more; only by fully grasping the leader's meaning can I avoid making mistakes." Hu Min shook his fist, shouting these words internally before hurrying out the door.
Ruxue vented all her fury, and at that moment, every conceivable emotion in her heart was poured out through her curses.

Hearing Wu Zhihui say this, he cast an inquiring gaze toward Cai Yuanpei, who met his eyes and nodded.
Huang Hua spoke with such deep emotion. After he finished, Gu Yuan offered no reaction and said nothing, seemingly sinking into a deep contemplation.
Her eyes inadvertently flashed with sparks of excitement. To be honest, this was truly her very first time venturing out into the outside world, so naturally, everything felt fresh and wondrous.
At this moment, the entire Qingwu Sect was gripped by a sudden heavy atmosphere due to Lin Yan's arrival. Even Mei Jiangxue, who was seeing her beloved after a separation of three whole days, did not feel much joy; instead, she appeared somewhat nervous, continuously holding tightly onto Lin Yan's hand and refusing to let go, as if terrified that he might vanish into thin air.
Lin Jinhui's eyes lit up. "Really?" He thought for a moment, then shook his head. "Forget it, just bear with it a little longer. Once you've given birth to the baby, we'll do it all night long to make up for everything you owe me!" Knowing his own astonishing stamina, he truly worried he might exhaust her.
Before long, Changyi arrived from all directions leading a group of men. The assassins were completely surrounded, their eyes darting about in panic, yet they could neither move nor speak.
Zeyao retrieved the bracelet and personally slipped it onto her wrist, whereupon the bracelet instantly vanished into invisibility. Jiran touched her wrist in bewilderment.
Song Boxi went to the kitchen to cook. The household had not stocked up on groceries for too long, so he simply made the most straightforward egg fried rice. Neither of them had eaten dinner, so at this moment, everything tasted delicious to them, and they thoroughly enjoyed the meal.
Lin Yue had not expected Luo Qirong to make such a gesture; her face flushed red, and her mood improved significantly.
"Commander Blake, you've walked past it." Nightwing's voice offered a reminder. She was the chief officer of the Ziyang's escape pods, the commander of the 1st Regiment, 1st Brigade, 2nd Division of the United Star Army, and held the rank of colonel.
Inside the secret chamber, Wang Qingshan opened his eyes. A sharp glint flashed across them, and the spiritual energy around his body flickered erratically, vast and boundless like the sea. Various auras shifted across Wang Qingshan's body, signifying that several different profound techniques had all reached an advanced realm.
This banquet was jointly organized by Pingyue and Hongfu. Hongfu was responsible for arranging the venue, while Pingyue was in charge of the seating arrangements. Every guest who came to offer congratulations had a designated seat. Discontented with the arrival of Fairy Luoyan, which had caused her own master to be treated coldly by the Emperor, Pingyue intentionally left out a seat for Luoyan so that she would make a fool of herself.
As soon as the referee uttered these words, the surrounding spectators, the live-stream audience, and the members of the Huaxia team all unleashed a wave of mocking jeers toward the East Asian nation's team.
The people standing atop the city wall were still relatively fine, but Nie Yingtian, who had to directly face the shockwave of this aura, was not nearly so fortunate. Even with the strength of a Soul King realm, he was entirely powerless before a genuine Soul Zun.

Looking up at the night sky, he thoroughly relished this moment of tranquility, for over so many years, he had rarely been able to relax like this.
The Netherworld Team likewise grew more cautious, ensuring they would not repeat the mistake made during the first master team fight; having suffered a setback once, they would never allow it to happen a second time.
Ouyang Bingxue casually penned a poem. Graceful, delicate handwriting appeared on the paper beside the painting: "The cold cicadas chirp mournfully. Facing the long pavilion at dusk, the sudden rain has just ceased. The farewell banquet at the city gate lacks all spirit; hand in hand, we look at each other with tearful eyes, choked with speechlessness. We think of the journey ahead—thousands of miles of misty waves, evening mists hanging heavy and the Chu sky stretching boundless."
"Get lost!" A fierce look flashed across Xigher's face as he skillfully retrieved the mystical flintlock pistol from his storage space. The pistol still had quite a few bullets left, which was more than enough for him to squander.
Why would the National Preacher lie? Since he knew of Jin Tai's coffin, how could he possibly fail to recognize that this cloth strip was Jin Tai's epitaph?
Both of them involuntarily closed their eyes in surprise. When Lin Yi opened his eyes, a wondrous light flashed in his gaze, fixed unblinkingly upon the yellow light. Despite the piercing glare, he had no intention of looking away.
Lin Yi placed his hand on the mask's shoulder, and the trembling transmitted through his palm seemed to speak of the profound regret harbored within the mask's heart.
Because the game Honor of Kings had no concept of pinholes, all vision relied on heroes to reveal the map, turning the shadowed areas of the fog battlefield into eerie, unpredictable zones—and prime locations for various teams to execute their strategies.
"I brought it out from the seal," Mingye replied casually, then sat down beside Huayin.
By noon, Zhao Qiang finally woke up. Qiangzi had brewed some ginger soup for him, intentionally claiming that his elder sister had brewed it and asked him to feed it to him upon waking.
"No, you must not leave this place even half a step until you break through to the Foundation Establishment realm," the brawny man said with a stern expression.