Volume One, Chapter 24: What a Coincidence, President Feng

“The funds can be transferred at any time, but can you really find the seeds for these medicinal herbs?” Ye Yulin pressed urgently.

“When an ancient tomb is unearthed, a great deal of spiritual essence is released along with the tomb’s owner,” Shangguan Rong’er said, frowning slightly. At that moment, she was still unwilling to reveal her true origins to Li Longfei.

“Absolutely not!” An Xiaoxiao retorted, moving her hand from her face and glaring with her bright eyes, stubbornly refusing to admit anything. How could she know whether, after a few days, he might secretly move that patch of flowers elsewhere? By then, he could easily deny everything. As they say, strike while the iron is hot; if pushed, he might reveal even more flaws.

Although An Xiaoxiao had mentally prepared herself, when Gu Chen actually spoke those words, she was still unavoidably shocked.

“Don’t worry, he can’t see you!” Ming Potian assured her, then cast a barrier around Tang Ning. The barriers set by Ming Potian might not be unmatched in the world, but at least in the Underworld, no one could see through them.

“I don’t want to argue with you. There’s no need to shout at me like that—you’ll frighten me,” she replied with a gentle smile, showing not a trace of fear.

“We meet again. You should remember me, right? Shooting—pretty cool!” Bu Ye Chuanfeng completely ignored He Jiaqian, leaving her awkwardly pursing her lips once more.

Question after question, nearly every one accused Director Wen of being a murderer, as if it were already a foregone conclusion.

“Tell Helian Jingsui, that old devil, that just because my brother doesn’t mind his actions doesn’t mean I’ll let it slide. My brother has an open heart, but I’ve always repaid a grudge tenfold,” Lang Xie shrugged, pulling Helian Liuli out of the courtyard.

The next-door neighbor is a superstar—unfortunately, a male one, otherwise I could’ve written a modern romance about it. Huh? Why do I suddenly feel a chill all over?

She could hardly believe it—a lone cultivator so powerful that even she and Chen Xiong together were no match.

Even if some gang intended to act against them while they transported the jade to the airport, it shouldn’t have come to the point of installing surveillance equipment in the hotel room; that would be entirely unnecessary.

Though the effects of the Furious Essence Pill sound similar to the lower-grade Qi-Breaking Pill, it possesses another function that far surpasses what Dongfang Yang took with his “Qi-Breaking Pill.”

Before long, fine beads of sweat broke out on the monkey-faced man’s forehead, steam rising from his head as if he were in a steamer.

Not heading toward the bar entrance, Li Ziting strode directly toward the noisy stage.

At worst, he’d wasted some effort, but the wooden box was never his to begin with—its loss wouldn’t pain him as deeply as it did Li Hongsha.

He was partly responsible for what happened tonight. Originally, Tang Guo’er was going to leave after eating, but because she ran into him, she stayed and ended up eating two fried chicken legs with peanut sauce—only then did the incident occur.

Since this old Daoist claimed to be an alchemist and could produce so many top-quality spiritual herbs, his pill-making skills must be respectable. Naturally, his elixirs would be far superior to those made by Cheng Yaojin. With such a skilled worker, why would Cheng Yaojin bother to make the pills himself?

When they arrived at the orphanage and were about to enter, they were immediately blocked by two guards at the door.

“What’s going on?” Ye Zhilin, who had been chatting with friends, noticed the commotion and hurried over.

In those admiring eyes, Su Jin could almost see the words written across their faces: “Does the young madam need a loyal leg ornament?”

Athena reached out to touch the bottle containing the blue liquid, but just as her hand neared it, the bottle began to tremble violently, as if resisting her. Athena’s heart sank, and she increased her grip, but the bottle only shook more fiercely.

“Confess the whereabouts of the Leopard Tribe and I’ll spare your lives!” Feng Xi pointed her snake-shaped sword at She Yu, her tone indifferent.

Now, Su Yan was at the peak of his strength. His palms channeled the force to support the heavens, pouring it into the Killing Sword. This was, after all, the order and legacy of the Heavenly and Immortal Emperors—a power so mighty and terrifying that it could be called supreme, flowing through the blade itself.

The entire Censorate jointly petitioned the Emperor to commend Duke Chong for his years of quietly supporting the families of the Flying Tiger Army.

The Liu family’s remaining experts stood there; only Liu Jiuzhen seemed to understand, while the others looked stunned.

The old speckled snake seemed ill-tempered, but after these few days together, Feng Xi had seen his true colors—he was just an old rascal at heart.

One brother was at the King Realm, the other at the peak of the Spirit Realm—neither was weak, and neither feared Zixia.

“If that’s the case, since we’re going to meet the mayor anyway, let’s go together,” Luca said after a moment’s thought.

The theater was located at the intersection of Jiaodaokou and North Bingmasi Alley. When Chen Qiaoshan arrived, he saw an old Russian-style building with a Chinese glazed-tile roof awkwardly perched on top—more of an eyesore than a landmark.

She had meant to accuse him of obstructing official duties, but remembering she was no longer a police officer, she cleverly changed it to a charge of causing a disturbance.

Zhang Fan spoke loudly. As the music began, he smiled and started singing a song of questionable quality.

Finally, Nangong Yuchen and Qin Mingyang hauled the corpse of the Green Savage Sand Armor Beast beneath a large tree, leaving it with Angel, who was the most exhausted. After resting, the three set out to search the area for other demon beasts.

“You glutton! Brother Gao is asking if you have any ideas to improve the bait, and all you can do is lick the plate,” Wang Chong scolded Wei the cook, tugging on his ear.