Volume One, Chapter 28: The Honest Man

The suitcase indeed belonged to Jia Chunshui, as did the iron pot used to boil the corpse, but the critical piece of evidence—the murder weapon, which Jia Chunshui confessed was a utility knife—remained unfound.

Fortunately, since the Life Seal had been formed, it had barely been tapped, meaning it was currently brimming with energy, capable of providing a continuous supply for breaking the restrictions.

Are there truly max-level monsters appearing now? If they are indeed max-level, what is left for them to fight for? Wouldn't it be better to just disarm and surrender?

"Young Master!" an elderly butler-like figure stammered, appearing to have something to say as he stepped forward to block the student. The student shoved the old man to the ground and continued walking toward the gate.

Long Li was incapable of lying. It wasn't that he was dull or inflexible; it was simply that he did not seem the type to take an interest in others. If he suddenly showed concern for someone, it was either out of affection or for some other specific reason.

Throughout the inquiry, Li Tian maintained a warm smile, encouraging the severely injured cultivators to focus on their recovery. Yet, upon stepping out of the room, his heart sank: many of those cultivators had been left crippled. Without the ability to survive on their own, how were they to go on living at such a young age?

If things were truly as Hu Ruyan suspected, did that not mean Shui Ling'er might also possess a way to help them recover the original spirits that had scattered into the Spirit Realm?

Zhou Xuantong had great confidence in his destiny arts. For a destiny master, one’s destiny grid—especially the one currently in use—was their greatest secret; to easily reveal the secrets of one's arts was equivalent to exposing one's own weaknesses to an opponent.

If this opportunity were missed, there was no telling how long one would have to wait for a new Daoist artifact to appear in the Gu Tian Universe. It was even possible that one might never appear again.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Yulin lowered his gaze, casting a glance at Li Luo, who sat across from him. Receiving his attention, Li Luo subconsciously lowered her head and ate in silence.

There were horizontal and parallel bars in the commune courtyard, and she would go to use them whenever she had time. She had fallen off the horizontal bar several times and injured herself, yet the child in her womb would not be shaken loose.

However, she did not expect that Xia Anduo would sneer after hearing her words.

Listening as the discussion gradually veered off course, Qiao Xiduo, whose palms had been sweating with nerves, suddenly felt a wave of relief as the competition ended and the outcome was set. Yet, this was followed by an endless sense of melancholy. Before she could even process her thoughts, a loud "thud" startled her.

Jin Shengyan walked into the living room, first surveying the layout of the apartment before taking a seat on the sofa. After Auntie Liu served him a cup of tea, he nodded and said "thank you," but made no move to drink it. Auntie Liu, likewise, did not attempt to engage him in idle chatter and retreated to the side after serving the tea.

When Yang Qingyue saw how pitiful Old White-Head was and learned of her family's situation, she began making two bowls of rice with toppings every day, giving them to her for free to take home to eat with her son.

Tang Tang, meanwhile, seemed to have known all this already. He remained indifferent to the gossip, maintaining his usual gentle and silent demeanor.

The Grand Princess rushed forward and, upon seeing Yingying’s pale, ethereal face, felt her heart tremble. She asked softly, afraid that even a slightly raised voice might startle the child who seemed as though she might turn transparent at any moment.

Hearing this, Xiong Yanhua hurried to the refrigerator, took out an assortment of vegetables, and began to busy himself while squatting on the floor.

Without time to think, Chen Lu immediately unleashed the Polar Immortal Light to shield everyone. Just as the spell was completed, she heard the sound of a flute, followed by rising cold winds from all directions. Countless lonely spirits and wild ghosts flew out from the mountain walls, and the air was instantly filled with the wailing of ghosts.

Looking up again, she saw a circle of friends and family in the room, all watching her and Han Yu with smiles in their eyes.

With the vacation over, she had only one week left until her securities qualification exam; it was time to buckle down and study seriously.

He seemed to be called John or Mike—Huai Zhen couldn't remember. He had greeted her upon getting into the car, but after that, he ignored everyone and stared out the window, brooding to himself.

Hong Liangsheng moved out of the hospital as soon as his health improved slightly. Huai Zhen wore a plain black vintage qipao that Della had given her—a dress from her younger, thinner days. Aside from the shoulders not fitting quite right and the fabric hanging a bit loose, it looked fine, but Hong Liangsheng burst into laughter the moment he saw her.

Huai Zhen paused at the entrance to watch the attendant busy with the scrolling jackpot display. In the span of a few dozen minutes, the people sitting before this magical machine of overnight wealth had already changed twice.

However, despite her plans, she had only been out with Lin Yinyin for a short while, grabbing a snack, when Song Tingjun showed up as if he had been tracking her location.

Outside the room, the mechanism creaked as the valves containing the contestants prepared to open. Wu Jin slowly tilted his upper body, leaning toward the mirror in the dressing room.

After saying this, he pinched his thigh, still unable to believe it, and let out a sharp scream of pain.

There are four great bonds in life: having served in the military together, having attended school together, having committed crimes together, and having visited brothels together. There was no hope for the first three; he would have to rely on the fourth.

The Blood Source Society was indeed headquartered within the Exodar camp, serving as a secret organization dedicated to bloodline research. Their invitation to Glim was likely related to his possession of Star Beast blood.