35 The Cold-Hearted Scoundrel Who Abandoned His Wife and Children (10)

Each time I asked three or four times, the NPC-type guests would reveal a piece of information about the Phantom Troupe, listing the major crimes they had committed and the recently updated bounty amounts.

Then followed a series of official proceedings—speeches by leaders, more speeches by leaders, and yet more speeches by leaders.

Zhu Xiaofeng secretly wiped a cold sweat from his brow. When the elder who had just reached the Nascent Soul stage emitted his imposing aura, he nearly lost face. Fortunately, back in Chaoyang Peak, he was often confronted by Xu Tianchuan, who was in mid-Nascent Soul, and a level-five beast, the silver-spotted leopard.

Jiang Ye understood these words well but did not voice them, fearing that if Ye Hao heard them, he might become arrogant, which would only backfire and cause things to go awry.

“I’m not asking about their orders. I want to know what you think yourself!” Amelia said, her expression serious.

In panic, Zhou Jiami hurriedly reached out and grabbed Xiao Yu as if clutching the last straw, holding on tightly.

The skin on the surface had long lost its former smoothness, now pocked and uneven with many places torn open. Beneath, a faint dark glow flickered subtly, as if struck repeatedly by some terrible colossal creature.

“You think you can do whatever you want just because you have this one divine spirit herb? Do you take everyone for fools? The laws within this space are chaotic; those sacred medicines are withering away one after another. Finding a single divine spirit herb is pure luck for you!” Xiaoyao Yue’er sneered disdainfully.

Pan Yan had passed through the second thunder tribulation, but even after absorbing the second round of life energy, the energy within his body still failed to merge, leaving him in a skeletal form.

Lu Feng’s cultivation was too formidable—so powerful that standing before him made it hard for Pan Yan to breathe smoothly.

Times were changing, and the architecture of the provincial capital had undergone earth-shattering transformations; the towering buildings remembered from the past no longer matched the low-rise structures of today.

Suppressing her lofty hopes, she calmed herself and smiled faintly, troubled over how to address them. Calling them uncle and aunt felt too familiar; sir and madam sounded improper. Gritting her teeth, she greeted them, “Uncle, Aunt, hello.” After speaking, she glanced secretly at the sky—winter, so there should be no thunder.

Xu Jing quickly dressed, took the Wuyue Blade from the wall, gently opened the door, and stepped outside.

Now, divining was like playing chess: if you only calculate ten moves ahead, naturally you cannot see the traps beyond those ten moves.

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Like Lina, his father’s skin was also dark, clearly a local, but he looked vigorous, appearing capable yet courteous.

If it never reached the point of having to sell off possessions, these items could be passed down to descendants. No matter the time, these were the hardest things to devalue.

Although Huo Roufeng was curious about the Taiping Society’s affairs, she knew better than to get involved in anything related to gangs.

Having not played the piano for so long, Yan Huan was quite rusty. She played slowly, and those who understood would disdain listening, but to those who did not, it still sounded pleasant.

In the dog market, dog dealers’ various disguises were endless, making it impossible to guard against them all.

Before long, he noticed another vehicle appearing behind him, slowing down… a hand holding a phone stretched out of the window, filming him.

An elder from the Xu family, known for his fiery temper, immediately rushed in and spoke bluntly, his voice exceptionally loud and his arrogance exaggerated.

She deeply understood the principle that a tree that stands out in the forest will be struck by the wind; the Feng family must not dominate alone, or else it would inevitably face ruin.

But thinking of how Gu Chen had protected her these days, Lu Qingqing was somewhat puzzled—perhaps Gu Chen harbored a little fondness for her?

However, on the other hand, Shen Qianqian truly disregarded Zhaoyi’s two-month allowance, but to avoid letting Mo Zhonghua notice her schadenfreude, she put on a stern face, appearing as sorrowful as possible.

After the symposium, Ma Bu Jia Fodi, Master of Wisdom Randeng, and others took Huzi and the seven of them to visit the Buddhist country’s processing industry and urban facilities.

Moreover, Granny Yu must not have done much for the people behind her; otherwise, her men wouldn’t have failed to notice.

At the helm, Xusheng steered the wooden boat around, pursuing the pirate ship, with the constables’ boats close behind.

On their first day at the clinic, Hu’er and the other two cooked meals in Wulong and Erya’s villa.

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“Let me think—if it were easy, those mutated creatures would have automatically separated when I touched her earlier, but as you saw, there was no reaction at all.” Feng Xueqin was perplexed by the phenomenon.

She refused to believe Lin Yu’s parents were merely ordinary people; subconsciously, she suspected that the mysterious powerful being who entered the Wu family ancestral hall must be one of them.

It was just that Han Ruobing disliked joining the fray; otherwise, how many young masters in Beijing’s circles would be crazy about her?

Yet, after a moment’s reflection, she felt no pain at all. Listening to their conversation, she only then grasped what had happened.

“That’s excellent; I wanted to find them too, but I didn’t have their contact information and thought it might be rude to seek them out so abruptly,” Yan Chen breathed a sigh of relief.

Huangfu Ye was secretly surprised, thinking that for so many years, the mysterious family had been investigating him in secret, while he had never considered wiping them out. Perhaps in the past, sparing their lives was simply because he found it pointless—he never had the intention to annihilate them.

Lin Yu glanced at the stone pillar ahead, glowing faintly with afterglow, then recalled the Starry Galaxy within his sea of consciousness. Could it be that he had unlocked some kind of identity seal?

The man was struck, his breath short and sharp, blood flowing out as half his lip was torn and several teeth were knocked out.

The alchemy chamber was vast; stepping out of the rest room, one could feel the rising temperature inside, but although this heat was unbearable for ordinary people, Song Li felt no discomfort.

Shangguan Bo was one of Suyang University’s rare history professors, and as the saying goes, the older one gets, the more stubborn their temper.

“Everyone, I have an important meeting and discovery to attend to now, so study on your own!” Professor Jiang said before hurrying out of the classroom, leaving a roomful of students stunned and puzzled.