Volume One, Chapter Forty-Three: Feng Baobao, Eat Your Noodles

Zhu Xu even introduced Yan Jin to the renovation company he had used for his own office. Once the lease procedures were completed, he took Yan Jin straight to the city center to meet the head of the renovation team.

Zhao Hongfu stared wide-eyed at the elderly man beside her... Could it really be so unlucky? After running for so long, she had ended up in the hands of the Black Lotus boss again?

Li Mo could also be called versatile, but when it came to this matter, he truly didn’t know what to do.

Two days later, Su Ze accompanied Lv Jing for an abortion procedure. After returning home, he instructed Yang Hongying to take good care of her without leaving her side during the day. He then asked Lv Jing a few questions before heading to the company.

Immediately, the whole private room shook, bottles shattered, and everyone felt their breathing tighten.

The followers stopped and turned around, only to see a limping figure weaving through the reeds. They hurriedly gave chase.

He could only train me, then push me back, using either human or fox identity, openly intensifying the situation.

A cold smile crept onto his lips. At least to Li Mo, recent events were nothing at all.

Yan Che assumed Yan Tiege was responsible, but he was mistaken. When Yan Tiege mentioned bloodthirsty usurpation and that the ascension had severely injured Yan Zhan, Yan Che realized humanity’s enemy had changed. Moreover, the next step, as Jiang Mengsheng prepared to heal Yan Zhan, left Yan Che completely baffled.

“Congratulations, you truly deserve it!” Er Dongsheng embraced Li Yang, sincerely whispering in his ear. He was genuinely glad. This was the first major award of the night for the country, second only in prestige to the Golden Bear.

“You wretch, don’t mock our lady.” A maid beside Nangong You flew forward. From behind Zilin Nun, a fire bear monster appeared, slapping down. The maid quickly dodged, sent her flying sword forth, and the fire bear monster simply brushed it aside, approached her, then bit her to death.

Meanwhile, he turned the Broken Sword into fragments, then let the Soul Mirror and the Soul Suppression Pearl simultaneously infuse energy into them, causing the sword fragments to fill the ancient formation, relentlessly attacking the four powerful members of the demon clan.

After meeting up with old friends like A-Guan and Er Dongsheng, the trip to Hong Kong ended in haste. There was nothing to be done; this circle was just like that—everyone busy with countless affairs. The only times they truly spent long periods together were during shooting and promotions.

Li Chong sent out a fiery flying sword ahead. Its blade blazed like a flame. He pointed toward the mountain gate, uttered a low command, “Break!” Immediately, a gap opened in the twenty-four green lotus mountain-protecting formation, allowing free passage.

Li Xiaoran was exquisitely beautiful, a dancer by training, with a remarkable figure. She entered show business in 1996, gradually rising to fame through several TV dramas, now enjoying considerable success.

As Lin Ye released chapter after chapter, the entire internet was utterly astonished.

“Hm, Beauty Jin, your clothes reek of alcohol. You, so fastidious, why not let me remove them for you?” Tan Luo spoke nonchalantly, raising her delicate hand, stripping the man of all his garments.

“You... what are you? My teacher is the most renowned culinary master in France! What right do you have to make my teacher observe and learn?” a blonde, blue-eyed apprentice shouted.

They were merely peak Human Pill cultivators, unable to fight in mid-air like Murong Longfei, Zhou Dahai, and the others who could draw strength from the void.

Lin Xuan surveyed the terrain, puzzled. In reality, the two mountains ahead were one, split in two by an immense, invisible force, becoming two separate peaks.

Li Yifeng was not surprised, nor did Li Wuyi speak. He was astonished, but since his nephew was in charge, Li Yifeng would handle it.

Mo Xing joyfully stroked the divine token, reluctant to let go. Now he understood—the Heaven Opening Token was the true treasure. With it, he qualified to enter the Heaven Opening vault, and over this qualification, the martial arts world had already been drenched in blood.

Later, the Daoist returned several times. Until his foster parents were arrested and disappeared, he saw the Daoist once more, was gravely injured, and only recovered after a long time. Since then, he dared not show himself on the street.

Zhu Ganglie understood—Dragon Xuan’s earlier words were simply a deception; his true aim was to subdue monsters and demons.

Ning Hongyuan, seeking to confirm his suspicions, gathered a third of his true energy and suddenly vanished as an apparition before the “Seven Poison Swords.”

Although Bai Yi was dead, her remains could not be left locked in the tower. Bai Yi was, after all, his last relative in this world.

“Only now, perhaps, do I fully understand human society! Ah!” Ning Hongyuan gazed at the vast sky overhead, sighing with emotion.

Undoubtedly, anyone whose neck wasn’t as thick as their head—like a professional boxer’s—looked weak and slender to Li Zhensong.

Ye Yun’s Lingyun Court wasn’t as luxurious as Nalan Heng’s Purple Maple Court, but it was still immense.

From a perspective beyond ten years, Shen Yang still remembered what was popular in his previous life—not professional singers performing, nor professional actors acting, but those variety shows that gathered a bunch of celebrities to do something together.

Yet the mortals of each territory were strictly allocated. If an ancient god took mortals from another territory, their power would increase dramatically. The delicate balance maintained by the Seven Ancient Gods would be instantly shattered, and the entire Land of Lanlou would plunge into another struggle for the power of faith.

This meant that even Zhang Yuan, Lei Jun, Liu Yangwei, Zheng Quan, Luo Honghua, Wang Yan, and Lü Zhong—those six—could barely match the giant scorpions in strength.

When morning began, the players eagerly vied for spots in the first training group. Unfortunately, only four slots were available, and ultimately Coleman chose four players, granting them the privilege of “eating crab.”

By the next day, when both sides sat at the negotiating table, Ferguson realized his assumptions were wrong—there was no harm in giving it a try.