Chapter 62

She did it partly to help promote Han Ge, and partly because Shen Biyue had a role in the production, so she definitely wanted to go show her support in person.

Given cultivator Wu's strength, he naturally didn't need to look twice to know that everyone must be staring at him right now, and in their hearts, they had undoubtedly written him off as a fraud.

According to Officer Liu, the person Hao Zi sent to the hospital was "Brother Hao," the boss of the North City Gang. In the early hours of yesterday morning, he had been hacked by unknown assailants and was gravely injured. While the hospital was performing emergency surgery, a group of soldiers barged in and forcefully took the man away, leaving the police powerless to stop them.

It was only at this moment that he realized what was extraordinary wasn't the inn itself, but the innkeeper.

"If he enters the Inner Peak, he'll probably be beaten to death by my sister," Su Su suddenly thought to herself with a strange sense of unreason.

Watching their superior exchange familiar and warm pleasantries with the handsome blonde elderly gentleman, the two young men instantly lit up with excitement.

Of course, facing the currently formidable Poison Sect, he dared not offend them casually either, which was why he made the remark about supporting the Poison Sect.

Fifth Madam's face flushed crimson. Without a word, she walked around the corner and left. Yang Xu dared not pry or follow with his eyes, keeping his gaze lowered and his demeanor submissive as he followed the steward all the way to the living room.

A slight warmth rose on Sun Peng's face. Sticking his neck out just as he was about to explain, his phone suddenly buzzed.

Naturally, to maintain the ruse, one had to play the part thoroughly. Yang Xu made the military camp his home, eating, living, and training alongside the soldiers. At the same time, he negotiated that before the arrival of the newly appointed prefect, one-third of the cavalry and infantry would remain under the command of their respective primary leaders, while the rest would return to the barracks at Zhao Jiadian under the leadership of the deputy commanders.

A year later, deep animosity had formed between the Zhang and Lian families. Even if members of the two families crossed paths on the street, they would walk past each other in complete silence.

Before anyone could react, Liu Yiyi had already seized Xie Yu's wrist, and with a swift twist and pull, brought him to a dead stop right where he stood.

Among the hotels near the Jiage Auction House, the Hilton was by far the most affordable. It was precisely because of this that their paths happened to cross.

The Ruan family was also involved in the antique trade, and Ruan Sixian possessed a sharp eye. Whether something was genuine or mere glass, she could tell at a single glance.

"Fengzi, don't panic yet. Keep them under control and don't let them blow things out of proportion. We'll be right there," Grandpa Lin said after a moment of contemplation, making the final decision.

However, after absorbing and devouring the cultivation of the Northern Nether Profound Sovereign, the avatar had instantly ascended to the body of an Immortal Sovereign who had comprehended the supreme, wondrous Dao of heaven and earth. Such concealed arrays were completely transparent to his powerful divine sense.

When he channeled spiritual energy into one of the jade tokens, that very token simultaneously fed the method of use back into Liyang's mind, allowing him to master it instantly.

The suffocating aura of death rushing toward him completely ignored his physical defenses, surging frantically into Liyang's body in a desperate attempt to devour every shred of his life force.

The news that Jiang Lingling had secured a mineral exploration license and hired Lü Quan for the prospecting work had already spread like wildfire.

It was not until he returned to the village and saw Heiwu and Daniu still jogging in circles, and then spotted Wang Xinxing running at a slow pace in the courtyard, that Second Liu's somewhat heavy expression finally relaxed into a faint smile.

Honda Nijū and the others flashed cruel, savage grins as they drew the foot-long samurai swords from their waists. Clearly, they had no intention of using firearms for this operation—this was the embodiment of the Japanese bushido spirit: if a problem could be solved with a blade, a gun was out of the question, much like ritual disembowelment.

However, after Bai Changwu selected his target, the other two merely gazed—one toward the river water, one toward the white clouds—as if understanding the difficulty of the choice and kindly refraining from adding to the burden.

Watching her father enter his room and settle down onto the bed, Cheng Lingzhi turned off the light for him and hurried off to wash up and go to sleep.

Though Zhu Yingying possessed a plump and prosperous appearance, her face was currently stained with tear tracks, two clear trails running down her fair cheeks, giving her a uniquely rounded and delicate fragility. When she heard Mo Langyue's voice, although she was still weeping, she already lifted her head.

"Brilliant, truly brilliant!" Hearing Zilong say this, Xiahou Dun, who had previously caused the trouble, hurriedly dragged Xiahou Yuan along with him to kneel before the coffin and kowtow several times.

Huang Kui looked at Xie Bi, then turned back to his younger sister. Suddenly, a blade-like chill shot from his eyes, and he said, "Fine, I'll grant your wish!" As his words fell, he abruptly closed the distance and struck out with a palm directly at his sister's chest. The sound of the wind was ferocious, clearly intended to kill.

The appearance of the White Feather Sword did not merely signify the birth of a legendary weapon; it represented the people and events bound to that sword—things he could neither forget nor ever hope to shake off.

His words rambled incoherently, and toward the end, he feigned the frailty of old age, clutching his chest and wheezing as if he were truly nearing the end of his days.

Suddenly, Ying Zheng snapped his gaze back to Gao Jianli and asked, "If Fusu truly comes to rule Great Qin one day, would you be willing to assist him?" Within Ying Zheng's gaze lay a flicker of yearning. At this moment, he was no longer an emperor, but merely a father quietly sacrificing for his son.

Although Gu Ling'er's tone was extremely playful, Gao Xuan felt that what she said made a great deal of sense.

"So this is the real reason you asked me to come to S City? In that case, weren't you just lying to me when you said you'd help me put on an act?" Mu Lingxi said resentfully to Ouyang Lian, though she knew full well that Ouyang Lian simply wanted everyone to spend the reunion festival together.

Watching Nannu depart, Yan Jiaojiao swept her gaze around the perimeter of the room and could not help raising an eyebrow.

Chu Feng's eyes narrowed slightly as he resolved to capture Tianshan Tonglao at the very first opportunity. Although the myriad immortals assembly did not have an overwhelming number of attendees, it was far from small, making encounters likely. He only needed to lurk in the shadows, wait for the right moment, and snatch Tianshan Tonglao directly from their hands.

Glancing at the unfamiliar number, Tang Shan hung up without a second thought. Just as he was about to toss his phone back onto the bed before it even left his hand, the ringtone shrilled urgently once more. The screen displayed the exact same number as before.

Tang Shan had known those two fellows for two years. He had even gotten into a fight with them on the Dongli Bridge on behalf of the old man, knowing full well they were subordinates of Brother Liang from the East City. Of course, Tang Shan still didn't know their actual names.

Knowing he had been away on campaign for many days with nowhere to vent his frustrations, he was naturally extremely sensitive to sounds. Having caressed the jade-like foot for so long, he had become even more sensitive.

This surge of energy coalesced, taking the shape of a razor-sharp claw intent on seizing Gao Xuan within its grasp.

Thus, the situation fell into a dead loop: to defeat this evil spirit or escape from its lair, one needed at least the cultivation realm of the Golden Core; to attain the Golden Core realm, one needed core-formation materials; yet to acquire those materials, one could only do so by leaving.