Volume One, Chapter 69: Not That Kind of Person, Hmm...

Feng Yizhou watched Zhong Tingyan’s frenzied state and instantly understood the malicious intent behind his actions. A cold, ruthless glint flashed in his eyes as he quickly reached out and gripped Zhong Tingyan’s throat.

The Lingshu Realm was rich in cultivation resources, with countless miraculous pills and elixirs of similar effects—the Icy Moon Cold Peach was just one of many. Now, Zhao Lei had barely brushed the surface of cultivation, but he firmly believed in the myriad demons and monsters that lurked in these mountains.

Judging by his expression, if it weren’t for the crowd, he would have happily planted a couple of kicks on that fellow’s face.

It felt wonderful! Not only could I make money, I could also improve myself, all without the need to force any social interaction.

I turned to pack up the items and handed them to Liu Bao, who tucked them under his arm and shot Wu Bing a fierce glare.

Back then, he hadn’t realized that perhaps there would be no next year for them; in all the coming years, they might never have another.

I knew Xu Jinxi had something to say, but it wasn’t appropriate in front of the hunter and Chen Wei.

The local cuisine relied heavily on cream, cheese, or all manner of sauces, and Kaiyi’s cooking was no exception. It didn’t suit Su Yuli’s preference for lighter fare, so she had been eating very little during this time.

A man’s voice reached Su Yuli’s ears from afar, transmitted through the microphone and picked up by her keen senses.

Adao had witnessed Yao Shun’s rampage before—even now, his enlarged golden fists were useless, as if he hadn’t exerted any strength at all.

The girl faced the old man’s icy gaze without a trace of fear—no small feat.

The latter wiped the sweat from his brow, gulped down his drink, and made a few “woo woo woo” gestures at Gao Jie.

“Director Feng, it seems you’re planning to use your position for personal gain and detain this murderer!” As soon as Yamada Hidetoshi finished speaking, he pulled a pistol from his belt and slammed it onto the table with a bang, clearly ready for a violent confrontation.

Seeing Tang Li was not joking, Gao Jie hurriedly explained his true intentions.

No. 11 Middle School still couldn’t hope to compete for offensive rebounds; at times, they even lost defensive boards. Still, it was far better than before, when Guo Ming and Zeng Jing would simply leap above them for easy put-backs.

The master was right—this old man was the true mastermind. Unless he was dealt with, neither the Dong nor the Fang families would ever find peace.

But in the area he could explore, Chen Hao found nothing of value. Only two paths remained: leave immediately and play it safe, or risk losing the chance to obtain the Celestial Pure Soul.

Ling Yuxi could also hear it, but wasn’t Wuyou always fearless? How could he be so terrified now?

“If the sect master says I have ties to the Golden Zen Sect, perhaps this Nine Profound Pearl belongs to them?”

“You’re not thinking of climbing the iron gate, are you? There are cameras,” Shen Birong pointed out. The school’s perimeter walls were over two meters high; Lu Xuan could climb them, but she, wearing a skirt, certainly couldn’t.

Besides, Bai Luo never lied—and if it wasn’t a miracle, who better to know than the master of miracles?

At last, she understood why Qin Luo was so intent on the mechanical cube—it was connected to her sister, now listed as a missing person.

But now Lin Qianxue was using him entirely as a shield against marriage, with no sign of letting go.

The agony was like being slashed by knives, yet Ali was immortal, indestructible, and the Dusk Fire was nothing but a rootless wisp.