Volume 1, Chapter 39: Pride Wounded!

"Qingyi, thank you!" Sister Liu gazed deeply in the direction Qingyi had departed before turning back toward her courtyard.

The moment she turned, she felt a prick at her fingertips as if something had pierced her.

"What is this..."

The silk handkerchief unfurled.

Inside, along with the string of copper coins, was an extra gold leaf!

Sister Liu’s eyes instantly reddened. She ran back out of the courtyard, peering into the distance in the direction Qingyi had left, but she could no longer see even a shadow.

I took Zhang Yu’s rifle into my own hands, while Hu Xinlei tied the backpack straps to his belt, holding firmly onto the other end of the rope as he led Zhang Yu forward.

The figure in red armor before us was a powerhouse a level above Lu Shi, reaching the Mythic Realm.

The opponent’s true energy surged forth with greater intensity. Within this hundred-mile domain of darkness, gusts of eerie wind arose, as if ghosts from all directions were chanting. The mere pressure of this mental realm was enough to make one’s spirit crumble.

Xiao Yun unleashed a torrent of abuse at Liu Feng, leaving him speechless. Although he did not understand exactly what had happened, he vaguely sensed that the other party seemed unable to see his past circumstances.

Clenching his teeth, Zhou Tianlong’s facial muscles twisted in agony, and his consciousness began to blur. Finally, unable to endure the excruciating pain, he lost consciousness.

"Who... who said I would definitely marry you?" Tang Tianlu was still unaccustomed to him constantly bringing up the topic.

Beyond the basic iron gates, the building was almost entirely empty; it appeared to be the main lobby of what was intended to be a hotel.

The caravan had been traveling for two full days before the tall, imposing walls of the new capital, Xu County, finally appeared in the distance.

Thirty-eight years of separation, and now this reunion left him so moved he could barely speak.

Ruicao urged her horse forward, but the stench of blood hitting her face grew increasingly severe. Then, she saw the severed arm that had flown past her and Liu Shicheng the night before.

In the future, will there be all sorts of people? People like the Great Yu? I do not know. I look at Hetu in the passenger seat, confirming that this is not a dream.

At the very beginning, some had suggested purifying the Demonic Forest to the higher-ups, but once it was learned that the land had been converted from growing crops to growing demonic plants, the authorities lost all interest in purification.

For a demigod-level fruit tree to bear fruit, it takes at least several hundred to a thousand years. With only a few hundred fruits on a divine tree, how many people could really get a share?

"Anran, please don't talk to me like that, okay? I'm still a wounded man," Qin Yang said, feeling aggrieved.

On the other side, Jiang Modai had already arrived at the outer gates. He had only given hasty instructions in the main hall out of concern for the outer sect. After all, those who had just joined the Holy Sect were all powerful experts of the Sky-Reaching Realm; if a few were insubordinate, they would surely stir up trouble.

"Are these Indian handicrafts?" Ruan Ruan’s sharp eyes spotted a stall selling carpets, and she immediately rushed over excitedly, bending down to pick through them.

"The entertainment industry isn't your playground yet, Xia Anran. Stop stepping on newcomers for no reason." Lin Junzhe kept one hand in his pocket, his gaze filled with disdain.

He was unaware that this player had also recruited several strategists, attempting to decode the secrets of the Desolate Abyss.

As they finished speaking, they arrived at their destination. Inside, they saw Wang Tao sorting through physical evidence, laying items out one by one as if conducting some sort of quadrant research.

This way, it wouldn't affect his energy during the day; it was merely a small consumption of spiritual energy.

Next, she could explain the matter regarding the male stage manager clearly; after all, most people had chosen to believe her by now.

Chu Miaomiao did not know what an illusion was; she only felt that there were many things here she had never heard of before.

Qianqian shook her head. Her conversation with Ying Mingyu last night should be categorized as a private exchange and not official business.