Volume 1, Chapter 57: Rou'er, You Will Be a Good Girl, Won't You?

"I want to arrange a proper talk with Shen Peng. We've already given him the money, and I must make him give me a commitment! He has to promise not to spread word of this matter in the future! I will give him this chance, but if he refuses to listen and drives me to desperation, there is nothing I wouldn't do!" Yang Huiqing directed these words at Wang Xin.

Having suffered a bellyful of humiliation at this newspaper office, Li Chengzhi was instantly tempted the moment he heard these words from Li Zetian.

The Black River was not only piercingly cold and bone-chilling, but it also possessed an immensely powerful oppressive force. The river water was like molten iron, so heavy that it rendered people completely immobile.

Last year, the majority of Li Zetian's energy was focused on major global events like the dissolution of the Soviet Union, making Lenovo's 36 million RMB in sales look insignificant. However, relying on this internet cafe project, Lenovo would surely take off and soar.

The God of Cookery was shaken to his very core, coughing up a mouthful of dense blood as his cultivation rapidly plummeted and his immortal foundation was completely destroyed. Furthermore, the origin energy within his true spirit's starry firmament was sealed off by the technique of the Miluo Dao Ban.

After a moment, the blue landline on the desk began to ring again. Frowning with a headache, he glanced at the caller ID and sighed.

Tens of millions of citizens in Daye City only truly plunged into panic at this moment, yet the situation did not spin out of control because Nie Zheng had made arrangements well in advance. Following the collapse of Wei Xianzhong, the garrison troops of Daye City eventually breached the Xuanwu Gate guarded by the Internal Affairs Bureau, allowing the entire populace of the city to evacuate along Mount Nalan toward the distant depths of the hinterland.

The imposing aura around him began to rise bit by bit until it reached a critical threshold, at which point he snapped his eyes open.

Old Sanpao's parents were furious because Li Yuzhen had failed to persuade the nephew's girl from her eldest sister's family. They had already dropped hints and complained several times, saying that if she didn't fulfill her promise, they would force her to pay compensation, and if she couldn't afford it, they would take her whole family to the magistrate's court and have the Guo family thrown into prison.

Out of the two hundred thousand tier-six Cyclopes units before the battle, fewer than a third remained. Naturally, player casualties were even heavier; of the nearly two million core players from various major factions, only around tens of thousands survived under the assault of massive NPC forces—less than one-tenth of those who had taken the field.

Within the light barrier, countless spear shadows crisscrossed, thrusting toward every part of the Azure Flood Dragon King's body. The Azure Flood Dragon King expelled all of its innate demonic aura to protect its body, and the two fleshy protrusions on top of its head emitted a dazzling cyan light, actually growing into two materialized dragon horns. The dragon horns then shot out two beams of light to meet the Dragon-Slaying Spear.

"Young Hero Ling, rest assured, the soldiers under my command are all brave warriors. A mere Ailao Mountain cannot stop us," Commander Lin boasted.

The Tang Clan is not a place you can just visit whenever you please and leave whenever you want. Over the past five hundred years, it has firmly held the number one spot in the ranking of noble families, its position as the supreme leader unshaken. What it has relied on all along is its formidable prestige.

Qi Jingqian irritably pinched his phone, his gaze landing on the date displayed on the screen, and his eyes cracked open slightly.

While it was true that everyone bought oil shells mostly to save face for Liu Jia, now that they were losing money, they couldn't shift all the responsibility onto her.

Her pristine white fur was turning yellow, brown, and black, and her figure gradually transformed into the likeness of an exotic old tree root. Her brows, eyes, mouth, and ears could no longer be found on her, and her limbs had also morphed into bizarre, ink-colored multiple tentacles.

When Jiang Lai looked at the table laden with food, he was first delighted, but then his heart ached for Wanqing. Ever since she married him, she had been managing the household chores while also taking care of his daily life, which made Jiang Lai feel deeply guilty.

Pear-skin pouted, squatting beside the pear blossoms with a watering can. What she was thinking in her heart, no one could tell.

Li Yitian was enveloped by a purple light barrier, descending smoothly onto the peak of Moon-Gazing Mountain. At the spot where he stood, the blood mist instantly dissipated. Looking magnificent and heroic, he naturally exuded the demeanor of a king, an arrogant expression surfaced on his face, and an overbearing aura leaked from between his brows.

The human eyes of every Medusa were closed, as if they were asleep, but the slender, writhing snakes covering their heads were coldly observing the surrounding situation, continuously spitting out red forked tongues to sense the temperature and elemental changes in the surroundings.

The reason they managed to find the Wandering Rakshasa Cave was precisely because of the idle gossip of some Wandering Rakshasa Cave disciples who walked the outside world.

With the slightest carelessness, once pinned down by this talisman, even someone who had reached the peak of the Qi Condensation Stage would find it exceptionally difficult to break free from control.

Some people saw the flowers, while others only saw the thorns. Mo Caisang quietly followed behind, carrying the thorns with her.

"Phew, it's alright, it's relatively simple." Faced with such admiring praise, Rongruo couldn't help but feel a bit embarrassed.

It was an exchange for young talented martial artists, as well as a platform for various princes and commandery kings to publicly court martial artists from all factions.

He really had been away on business last time, but he had returned the very same day. Therefore, three days later, when Zhang Jinxiang came to Cui Xiu's place once again, Feng'er was sitting smilingly in the room waiting for him.

He harbored resentment in his heart toward the old man for refusing to tell him the secret. Over the next few years, although he deciphered a third of it, he couldn't absorb even a shred of broken Qi.

In reality, it was true. If not for possessing the Supreme System, given Zhang Bufan's talent and the cultivation resources of his family to assist him, he probably would have found it difficult to ever reach the Aperture-Opening Realm in this lifetime.

Seeming to notice Master Yijie's worry, Young Master Nie's lips twitched slightly as he seemed to whisper something to him. Only then did the worry on Master Yijie's face slowly fade away, and he no longer questioned Young Master Nie's proposal.

After overcoming the initial fear and shock, Yue Xiang's expression turned ugly; there was nothing in here except skeletons. Right now, he had no thoughts whatsoever about showing respect to the remains of the dead. After rudely clearing away those annoying bones, the original appearance of the secret chamber was revealed before his eyes.

Things having reached this point, no matter how much dissatisfaction the others felt, they could no longer voice it. When they participated in this plan, they had already staked their lives upon it; it was only a matter of sooner or later. Thinking of this, they could only take things more lightly.

Lin Jianlan held a myriad of questions in his heart, yet looking at Yin Yin's figure walking ahead—as cold and silent as solid ice—he found himself unable to ask them. He had no choice but to follow closely behind her step by step. The summer scenery, though framed by blossoming branches, felt somewhat chillingly austere. In the blink of an eye, they reached the waterside pavilion, and Lin Jianlan could not help but glance over in that direction.

In this blood-red world with a red sky, ruins lay quietly piled on both sides of the road.

"Saving the nation by a roundabout method? What does that even mean?" Wang Yining was somewhat baffled. Yue Xiang had truly become unpredictable to him, to the point where he couldn't even understand the meaning of his words.