Chapter Thirty

Having lived two lifetimes, she was no longer accustomed to those tear-streaked scenes of tragic parting. Moreover, in her current state, even if she were to cry, it would likely be described as… old tears streaming down a withered face. There would be little beauty to be found in such a sight.

She had never told Ye Zitong what happened that night, and she hadn't expected Mo Yifeng to show her no respect in front of her family.

Ye Jingxing dodged the blows, looking completely bewildered. Weren't they supposed to have a good relationship? Why was he being beaten for learning from Old Master Yu?

Although Bu Qianfan had raised his cultivation by three major realms in a single day, he still lagged far behind those who had been practicing for decades.

On the stage, Deputy Director Liang finished his speech, and the roll call for the prize money began. Each worker who went up wore a bright red sash across their chest with four words written on it: Devotion is Glorious.

There were over twenty experts of the True Realm in total. Not a single one was of the Yin Realm; the lowest among them were of the Yang Realm, while the rest were concentrated in the Five Elements Realm, including that mysterious powerhouse whose cultivation level remained unfathomable.

Occasionally, she would reveal a look of sorrow. Whenever this happened, his heart would ache faintly.

"It’s not entirely impossible. Building bridges and repairing roads are virtuous deeds; if conditions permit, one should naturally do them. It is a way to accumulate merit," Zong Qinghou said ambiguously.

She held Li Jingyao in her arms, but one hand gripped the child’s neck so tightly that her sharp, crimson nails were already hurting him. Held by a stranger—and a malicious one at that—the child instinctively began to wail.

Mo Yifeng only wanted to embarrass Ye Zixi, but he hadn't expected her to be so stubborn.

A gust of wild wind swept out with Anfia’s pounce; even the special agents standing several meters behind Ding Yang could feel the wind hitting their faces.

The Qishe war beast Ice Thirteen and Ye Chen engaged the five hundred golden demonic bees in battle once again.

Not only that, but the words that followed made him and all the followers of the World Association realize that Nameless had been defeated, and was perhaps even dead. While this result was shocking, it brought with it a sense of wild ecstasy.

"Caw, caw, caw..." The gargoyles circling in the air swooped down like a grey whirlwind, landing on the carcass of the giant salamander to gnaw at it frantically.

Thales City was destined for a sleepless night. Even though it was past midnight, the core area of this pure white city remained brightly lit.

Coral, agate, jade, crystal, pearls... they had tried almost everything in the golden coffin, but there was no reaction to their touch.

Once bitten, twice shy. Mo Laosan had been swindled by Asigen once, and now he felt as though every word out of the man's mouth was meant to harm him.

"It doesn't seem to have anything written on it," Lin Na said as she watched Cliff unfurl the scroll. She could vaguely see that the parchment appeared to be blank.

The Taluo Divine Sword entered Jian Wushuang’s brow inch by inch. A moment later, the sword had completely merged into his body.

"Don't ask so many questions. If the Crown Prince says he has a way, then there’s definitely no problem. He’s a man with connections," Lei said, keeping them in suspense.

Meng Qi took a few deep breaths to calm his turbulent emotions. As the identities of the Black-Robed Prophet and the Qiyuan native Wolitabeike were revealed, Meng Qi finally understood why they were plotting against him.

As he spoke, Meng Qi forced himself to delve deeper into his memories, but as he traced them back, his head began to throb with intense pain.

"Uncle, Aunt, actually, an extra three hundred is normal. After all, people like Qian Si aren't short on money; they certainly won't let us suffer a loss. It's quite normal to have two or three hundred extra," Qin Yurou explained.

"Hey, you're usually so quiet, how come you're so sharp-tongued?" Zhang Weiwei retorted, unwilling to lose the argument.

Looking at Lei Chen, he had perfectly captured the form of the Kunpeng based on his mental impression. Although the drawing was simple, the fierce ambition of the Kunpeng to vie with the heavens was unmistakable. Even unfinished, it was already a masterpiece.

"Are you questioning my calculations?" the figure on the stone platform spoke again. The mysterious man kneeling on the ground was so terrified that he prostrated himself, not daring to move an inch, let alone answer or even offer an apology!

"There are only twenty days left until two months. I want to ask if they can form a combat force in such a short time?" Morii Kazuo asked Lei.

Behind Lei’s convoy, over a dozen black Hondas and Toyotas followed one after another. Once they turned onto the main road, they continued to tail Lei’s group.

At this moment, Gao Yuan’s voice came from behind, and a chilly expression settled on Shangguan Ling’s pretty face.

Just as Ke Zhiyuan was about to move, Ye Xiaoting used a back-heel flick that sent him tumbling to the ground.

Fang Yixin was convinced that Chen Li would fail in the cotton mill redevelopment project, which meant he couldn't hold out much hope for the land opposite the mill. If the Fanglong Group wanted to gain a foothold in Shangdu, they would have to find another way.

Yin Changnie simply nodded in silence, seemingly in agreement with her words. Shen Bijun had a point; even if Dongji were arrogant, she wouldn't be arrogant to this extent.

Huang Shi could not help but react, nearly spitting blood in frustration. He had risked offending Chu Mo to bid, only for Yuan Yan to reap the benefits. He gritted his teeth and offered a bitter "word of thanks."

With a beaming smile, Ji Beibei spoke in a sweet, soft voice to coquettishly coax Mu Jinxing: "I hadn't thought of any of this before; it’s fortunate that you are so thoughtful."

Zhang Chen indeed felt a gap appearing in his domain. The succession of events left him in a very passive position. As he retreated, two giant dragons suddenly emerged, swallowing the aura, but Zhang Chen was also repelled by the sheer force of that power.

As for the ancestor’s expression, he dared not look, nor did he have the face to. He didn't even dare to cast a glance in that direction out of the corner of his eye.