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The two brothers found that this towering, majestic Golden City seemed tailor-made for them—wasn’t it just money incarnate? Yet, as they eagerly approached, they nearly lost their lives. Had it not been for a band of villains who charged ahead of them, Miao Liu and Miao Qi would likely no longer be alive in this world.

Surely, if Ziqing’s spirit were watching from above, she would now rest in peace. She blamed only herself for being powerless, unable to protect Ziqing fully; this very life was a gift from Qi Hongye.

Her phoenix-like eyes flickered with disdain. Outside the door stood Pei Ji’s personal guards, yet she had stolen the tiger tally, summoning the Imperial Guards stationed within the palace walls.

As the Legendary Clinic delved deeper into the investigation of these missing persons, they gradually uncovered commonalities among them. For instance, the vanished individuals were mostly chicken-eating streamers, primarily those specialized in technical gameplay.

“Why are my aunt and cousin here today? Could something have happened?” Feng Qiwen asked Yang, her expression calm as ever.

Upon returning to the Feng residence, Yang wept uncontrollably in the backyard while examining Feng Qiwen’s injuries.

When Qin Wan looked up, she noticed a hint of hesitation on Fan Bo’s face, as if he had something difficult to say. Qin Wan’s heart stirred; she signaled Zhi Du to subtly intervene. Within two minutes, Fan Bo poured out all the words he had been holding back.

If anyone were to blame, it would not be Lord An; after all, anyone would think that An Yuxin should enter the palace to support her family.

Since it was a political marriage and His Majesty had issued the royal edict, it was a done deal—no changes could be made.

However, the nobles were in a less favorable position. Only one reached the Saint Spirit level, and Immortal level cultivators were few and far between, even after exhausting their family’s resources. It seemed most of the strong preferred not to bow and scrape before the powerful.

“Do you want one? I will grant it. You can take the children and leave with him,” Mu Li suddenly released her grip, her voice cold and clear.

Qiu Disheng looked back and saw a cannonball land not far behind him, bouncing up and grazing a laborer’s leg.

Just transferring household registration required multiple trips: the hometown school issuing a transfer certificate, this school granting approval to transfer in. Fortunately, Zhao Shuai knew a school leader who did not make things difficult and even arranged a good class with a special-grade teacher as the head, a class many parents fought tooth and nail to get their children into.

With a resounding sound, he transformed into a cloud of blood mist that drifted through the air alongside snowflakes and wood shavings, resembling a splendid blood-blooming scene, crowning the golden city.

“Do you realize how your harsh attitude toward Xu Yuan hurts me? You only think about your dislike for her but never consider how I feel hearing your words?” Lin Qing left Mu Li behind and stood up to walk away.

But all of this was about to slip away from her—her decade of effort seemingly wasted. Her home was gone, Zhao Zhigang was gone, with only Xiao Yu remaining.

What on earth was this fellow up to before? How could he possibly use such a curse? Bai Yi worried faintly.

Seeing this, Tos’s eyes widened abruptly, pupils shrinking. Just as he was about to unleash a move, his head was severed, blood splattering everywhere.

Nearby, Wei Zhongxian sneered inwardly, thinking: For Yang Feng to compare himself to Wei Qing, he must have a thick skin indeed.

“Alright,” Yan Xiaoxiao nodded, but her phone rang at the worst possible moment, her heart racing. Could it be Jin Guangyan? Yan Xiaoxiao was terrified. She could keep her relationship with Jiang Yue secret but could not lie. Hence, she did not want Jiang Yue to know about her connection with Jin Guangyan.

At first, Ruoxin gently touched Feng Hua’s cold lips, but Feng Hua remained motionless. Ruoxin grew anxious, then remembered what Guan Jingtian said: when she approached Feng Hua, the black aura would seep into her body.

Telling ordinary people now would only cause panic and abruptly halt the burgeoning Industrial Revolution.

The earlier attack was not because the opponent discovered Sainu but purely due to a certain law-like power emanating from him.

The Moon Bow could be wielded by an advanced martial artist. This was not a matter to discuss lightly, but now it could shoot over a thousand arrows—how terrifying was that? Suddenly, all the masters fell to the ground, blood staining the entire tent camp.

Six years ago, her mother could not determine what poison Bai Jingchu had been struck with, but that did not mean she could not.

Shang Si finally collapsed softly to the ground, utterly still. The no-thought beads he had clenched tightly slipped from his hand the moment he fell, rolling slowly to Ruoxin’s feet.

Bai Caiwei, pale and terrified, looked at Lin Xiao beside her, who frowned deeply, drinking the medicinal potion sip by sip.

Chu Hui was obedient, personally bringing a basin of water and placing it on a rattan stool. Huan Hua glanced coldly at Chu Hui, whose gaze sharpened in warning.

The outcome was a classic case of the mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind. Even Qing Ping, to save his life, had no choice but to surrender Chu Pan’er.

The Peacock Island master did not respond but hurried anxiously toward Lu Huanong’s chamber.

Since Aurebel could hide here without detection, it was not surprising that other creatures might also be present. Yet what kind of creature could control those trees?