Volume 1, Chapter 57: The Mysterious Ancient Jade

Feeling the softness and warmth of the beauty by his side, Zhang Wenxuan could not help but wear a smile on his face.

Li Binglan felt a mix of annoyance and fondness in her heart, and gently pinched him on the waist.

"Stop daydreaming and let's get going."

"I gave you your reward in advance, so today you must find a few suitable antiques for me!" Li Binglan said with playful exasperation.

Zhang Wenxuan's face was full of confidence as he led Li Binglan into the antique trading fair venue.

The garden was extremely lively, with figures moving about everywhere.

Virtually everyone attending this trading fair was either wealthy or noble, and the quality of the antiques appearing here was far beyond anything seen outside.

Zhang Wenxuan...

This was just a general mental cultivation method for lightness skills. Aside from mental methods, lightness skills also involved physical techniques, which were essentially operational maps of the leg meridians. Frequently practicing lightness skill techniques naturally formed one inner-energy circuit after another within the leg meridians.

Yue Qi hurled a spear fiercely toward the middle lane to vent the anger in his heart, but he wasn't reckless; he returned to his jungle to farm his camps.

When the leaders of the two divine cults received this operation plan—especially seeing the allocation proportion assigned to the Tang Sect and Mo Chen's intelligence—they agreed to the plan without the slightest hesitation.

Every creature born within the Endless Abyss would invoke Midomi's name to acquire the power to establish a foothold in the Endless Abyss.

The sixth senior brother believed that Zhen Tao might have been captured by the enemy and wanted to reunite with the master and the fourth senior brother, while the seventh senior brother believed that Zhen Tao had not been captured but had simply left. Neither senior brother managed to persuade the other; in the end, the sixth senior brother chose to go and reunite with the master and the fourth senior brother, whereas the seventh senior brother began searching around this sea area.

However, even though Lin Heng considered himself magnanimous in giving a "chance" and wanted Lin Yang to beg him, the scene he anticipated did not happen. Lin Yang still showed not the slightest bit of panic or intention to plead for mercy; in fact, it was completely contrary to what Lin Heng had imagined.

After exchanging a few more brief pleasantries, the phone call was hung up, and Yue Qi immediately sent over his District Four account username and password.

Another wave of curses erupted, yet there were still those unwilling to give up who continued to place bets on Jie Bao. This time, the stakes were even larger, and the bookmaker, a cultivator from Mount Dingjun, smiled so widely that his eyes narrowed to slits. Even Ouyang Jiajing, who had been merely watching the spectacle all along, wore an expression of gratification.

Watching the brothers training desperately, Mo Feng suddenly thought that perhaps in the future he could incorporate modern-style squad formations, military posture, and the like into daily training. Furthermore, based on this body's original memories and his personal experience during the night raid on the Wolf Cavalry, a fatal flaw had been exposed: the military tactics of the Canglan Continent were still extremely backward.

Chen Zixian walked in front while Ren Xueying followed closely behind, temporarily pushing the matter aside. The housekeeper carried the meager luggage—which consisted of a large silver striped combination suitcase—and followed Chen Zixian upstairs. Without asking a single question about why, she was assigned to live right across from him.

"The vengeance of having one's wife stolen." Lu Feng's reply remained concise and clear, yet upon hearing it, the old man visibly relaxed.

"You know as well as that you and I cannot pass through the Deity-Mortal Channel. That person reincarnated into your Eastern Cultivation World precisely to seek a sliver of survival."

"Husband, I'm already a dead person. Are we in the underworld now?" Ren Qingqing had just regained consciousness, and her eyes could not clearly make out anything in front of her. "Qingqing, we... we are both alive. You still have to accompany me to roam the pugilistic world, I won't... I won't let you die!" Lü Bu's eyes were brimming with mist as he said in a choked voice.

Yixia suddenly raised her eyes. She felt as though she no longer recognized the young man before her. He still possessed those exquisite features, yet he could utter such words under these circumstances—something Yixia simply could not accept. She stared with reddened eyes, looking as though she had been frightened.

Most crucially, this man was unreservedly releasing wave after wave of formidable imposing aura.

Before those dense gunshots rang out, who could have imagined that such terrifying weapons existed in this world?

"Prime Minister, Wang Ran is merely a steward, whereas Lü Bu will be our trump card in the future. You must carefully weigh which is more important and which is lighter!" With that, Dong Dongzhuo fell into deep contemplation, saying not another word.

Thinking back to that pair of hollow eyes that had endured eunuch castration yet still remained entirely devoid of emotional fluctuations, Yang Zhentian involuntarily looked toward the blood-robed cultivator before him once again.

Wulanduo quietly clenched her fists. This was the opportunity Jun Wuji had given her, and she could not let down Jun Wuji's good intentions in vain.

Zhang Zheng introduced: "Elder Sister Wang, you are mistaken. This is not gold-plated; it was crafted using 20 grams of gold and an inlay technique. That means all these yellow bits are pure gold."

Zhuo Xiangyu's voice echoed through the hospital room one sentence after another, the sorrow contained within it spreading throughout the room and stirring an inexplicable ache in people's hearts. The light of the moon intertwined with the glow of the incandescent lamp, while the dust dancing in the air hovered everywhere like mysterious elves.

The hall suddenly fell silent. It was deathly quiet. I snapped back to my senses and instinctively looked up toward the dais, only to see the Empress Dowager gazing at me with a frosty gaze. The Empress was likewise wearing an expression carved of ice. Luo Hua, Qianqing, and Qianluo were nowhere nearby to attend. The atmosphere in the hall chilled instantly, as if freezing into ice.

Xing Guangyao began configuring the settings, including setting An Liang's mobile phone number as the confirmation number for the remote ignition device to prevent ignition commands from being issued by anyone other than An Liang.

I did not find it surprising; in fact, in my subconscious, I had never truly believed that Bureau Chief Qiao was dead.

As Jiang Shaoyou spoke, he picked up his teacup, paused slightly as he brought it to his lips, and then tossed his head back... When he set the teacup back down, the tea inside had been drained down to the very last drop.

Back during the Mid-Autumn Festival, Li Ren'en had purchased a massive quantity of yellow-leaf Chinese cabbage and made it into spicy kimchi, attempting to open a high-end Korean restaurant called Starkf in Cheongdam-dong, only to be forced to reluctantly give it up after being warned by An Liang.

Musing over this, I felt it necessary to give Lei Zhenglong a call and have them readjust their investigative direction.

I heard Jiuying's steady breathing gradually grow hurried. The black scales all over its body slowly bristled upright, and the snake eyes that had been docile before me now flashed with a fierce, chilling light imbued with an uncontrollable bloodlust and murderous savagery.