Volume 1, Chapter 64: Probing the Young Nun

Ultra-grade demonic beasts frequently enter the capital, it's just that ordinary mortals cannot perceive them!

Upon arriving in Hong Kong, Lu Xueliang successfully hijacked an armored car transporting a massive fortune, only to discover later that the cash was marked and completely impossible to spend. Instead, the huge sum of money became a burning hot potato. Of course, Lu Xueliang had no prior knowledge of this.

"To achieve great things, one must be fearless and ready for sacrifice!" A resolute light gleamed in Lin Jiaren's eyes.

The coffee table was suddenly enveloped by a grayish-white light emanating from the left eye, which then slowly seeped into it! Second by second ticked away! Lin Feng began to feel that time was running out, so he called out to his elder brother, but received no response whatsoever! Lin Feng had no choice but to give up.

"Brother Leng, please just accept it. Although it's ugly, at least we won't have to walk on long journeys anymore, don't you think so?" she pleaded coquetically, shaking Leng Tian's arm.

Shangguan Fei gently walked over to Li Haolong, kissed him softly on the lips, and said, "My future husband, what on earth are you thinking about? You didn't even notice when I walked in?"

Li Haolong snapped back to his senses and stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray on the coffee table. Holding her hand with a gentle smile, he said, "It's nothing. Let's have breakfast, and after we eat, I'll drive you to work."

In the span of a mere two hours, he was able to use spiritual simulation to filter out various cultivation methods, thereby step by step correcting and repairing the mental cultivation formula of the three tiers of the Profound Heaven Scripture. This person was undoubtedly an utterly terrifying existence.

The moment Lin Feng answered the call, a hearty and resonant voice suddenly rang out, leaving Lin Feng momentarily dazed by the sheer volume from the earpiece.

"Hmm!" Leng Tian drifted forward and came to a halt just two meters away from Hanbao, a distance that was perfectly suited for the coverage of Purgatory.

Lin Zhixuan instructed Nanny Qiao, who served the ninth young miss, to provide an extra quilt for her quarters that night; autumn had arrived, and the weather was turning quite chilly. She also carefully inspected the clothes the ninth young miss was scheduled to wear the next day. Seeing that everything was properly arranged, she finally let Nanny Qiao lead the ninth young miss away.

Watching the masters depart, the group of maids and elderly servant women, resentful over having their wages docked as a punishment, directed an even greater surge of animosity toward Xialan.

Liu Xiaoping smiled and let the remark slide. As for the men of the Liu family, with the exception of her younger brother, she detested every single one of them.

Tang Yuan gazed blankly at Zhang Gongzi, a look of profound confusion flickering in her eyes as if she were meeting him for the very first time. He remained that same frivolous, dissolute prodigal son, evoking a deep, ineffable sense of disgust from the very bottom of her heart.

Following the resolution of the Prince Jing Manor incident, and thanks to their close ties with the Manor of the Loyal and Brave Duke, the two families grew increasingly frequent in their interactions. Not only did Lin Zhixuan and Chu Nan cross paths much more often, but Wei Mingxu and Xie Bingchu also regularly shared evening banquets and drinks together.

Zichen, however, noticed that Zikuang's popularity did not seem particularly stellar. Although representatives from various aristocratic families would step forward to offer polite greetings out of sheer formality, none of them lingered to converse further.

The members of the Cen clan were hardly fools; it was impossible for them not to see through this. They had nearly torn each other apart competing for the coveted quota for project supervision.

It was the dead of winter, and the flowers and plants in the garden had withered and faded, save for a few plum trees planted beside this pavilion. At this moment, the plum blossoms were in full bloom, exhaling a piercing, crisp fragrance.

Later on, Emperor Taizu of Qi had originally intended for this piece of red chalcedony to be buried alongside his empress as a burial object. However, in his twilight years, overcome with yearning for Empress Xiaoxianren, he kept the jade pendant by his side instead, using the object to comfort his longing for the departed.

Ye Qingnian laughed heartily and continued to ask one question after another. Through this exchange of reminiscences, he discovered that not only did Ye Qingnian know An Jingxu's master, but Tian Yuanfeng also knew the sect leader of the Flowing Cloud Sect. After all, both the Flowing Cloud Sect and the Myriad Flower Sect were prominent major sects, and the Ye family was a fairly substantial aristocratic clan as well, so mutual interactions were entirely natural.