Chapter 93
She blurted everything out at once, suddenly realizing that what she had said was no longer a mere "flash of inspiration," but rather a fully formed system of public opinion.
“Old Peng, you’re too kind. I received the calligraphy and paintings that that girl Hongmei sent over—they are far too precious,” Grandma Huang Bai said.
Though they hadn’t been selected, they were by far the most popular contestants throughout the entire competition, having already gained considerable recognition.
As his words fell, numerous treasures were grasped and worn by the four, layered with protective armaments. Before long, their aura surged dramatically, brimming with confidence and pride.
Lightning streaked across the sky again, illuminating the night and revealing Ning Qing’s true face—not the girl from the woodshed earlier, but a more delicate and charming visage.
“Your Majesty wouldn’t really be planning to behead me, would you?” Li Nanke tested the waters with a joking tone.
At the control tower, air traffic controllers scrambled to coordinate the surrounding aircraft, directing them to adjust their altitude and steer clear of the area where Luo En and his group might be flying.
The sudden change in the painted face went unnoticed by the crowd, who remained captivated by the ethereal beauty of Su Baicha.
In the future, this place would not only be a gambling city but also a paradise for men—a utopia that men worldwide would yearn to visit.
Yet, they held vast wealth and always had a temporary refuge to call their own.
“Mom, did you bring the medicine? My back is bleeding again,” Li Shen called out helplessly to his mother, who stood there frozen.
Originally considering whether to join Tianyun Technology—a small but vibrant and promising team—Wei Jun began to seriously contemplate what position Feng Yiming might assign him, especially since Feng had insisted on dragging him to the meeting, implying thoughtful planning.
His hesitation stemmed from having witnessed the tactics of these two before; each merely exerted half their strength and yet subdued Xun Xue’s vanguard effortlessly.
They believed that no matter how strong Zhong Yuanqing was, he was nothing more than a mere projection, lacking sufficient magical power to persist long. Even if the projection appeared, it could not unleash his full strength. So, with so many of them attacking together, they were confident they could overpower Zhong Yuanqing’s projection.
But then again, if she could absolutely dominate any soul within a physical body, who in heaven or earth could pose a threat? Any living being that arrived would have their soul extinguished, turning them into mere walking corpses.
His Majesty the First Emperor was resolute this time, determined to obliterate the last stronghold of the anti-Qin forces across the land.
Zhao Gao deployed four C-level plot units—from Zhang Er to Zhang Wu—alongside the seven Feng brothers summoned from the military tally and over a hundred ordinary soldiers. As S-level troops promoted to leader units, the Feng brothers’ combat power exceeded that of typical plot units.
“Awake?” Li Shen smiled as he saw Hou Peipei’s face flush with embarrassment, knowing she had come to.
After the statue was destroyed, a large quantity of exotic crystals, battle armor, and some indescribable treasures were clearly visible at its base.
Xu Yang inquired again about the store’s business—it was going well. Since Xu Yang had not withdrawn funds recently and had ample capital, the store had acquired many fine items. Now, Tianbaoxuan at Panjiayuan had returned to its former glory, even surpassing it.
“Could there be danger inside the maze corridor? That shouldn’t be the case, right?” Sun Yan stroked his chin, his eyes showing surprise.
“Goodness, this venerable old sword immortal seems to have been born solely for slaughter,” he remarked in awe.
Yet now, he lay motionless on the road, wracked with pain. Truly, as the saying goes: misfortune is what fortune depends upon, and fortune hides within misfortune.
The next two auction items were quite impressive and genuinely authentic: a bronze tripod from the Five Dynasties period and a painting by a famous Qing dynasty figure. Each fetched over a million at final sale. The auction’s atmosphere was ignited, with many bidding fiercely for these treasures.
To be safe, Yang Fan had already applied a sleeping acupoint on her; she would no longer cause trouble. Upon reaching the Dark Night Legion’s headquarters, Yang Fan would naturally release it.
Though the corpulent man was usually gentle and kind, when it came to matters concerning gourmets, as the meeting’s chairman, he was unyieldingly serious.
This flat rock jutted abruptly from the cliff face, standing at a considerable height above the endless forest below.
The master preferred this way of life. Forcing him to move to the city—under the pretense of having a better life there—completely disregarded whether the old master wished it or not, inevitably leading to the opposite of the intended effect.
The surviving Norland warriors exchanged glances, each seeing surprise reflected in the others’ eyes. Gradually, a thought emerged from their hearts: could it be that we have won?
Shi Yuwen’s cold expression softened into a brief smile, then vanished. She patted Shi Nuoyun’s head, nodded to Gu Qing, and turned to leave.
Xia Bo dispelled his disdain and, with a sharp shout, swung the blazing fire blade repeatedly. The ten-meter-long blade energy fiercely struck at Xia Ke.