Volume One, Chapter 30: Erase My Trace

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Although Fuling was unfamiliar with the Carefree Needle Technique, this was not her first time performing acupuncture. She possessed considerable experience, executing every instruction from Feng Xiyin with meticulous precision and unwavering steadiness. Her needles found their marks with absolute accuracy, a testament to her profound skill.

Had there been a truly composed individual in the room, a sudden incursion by Lin Feng and his team would certainly have been met with a hail of gunfire. Yet, it was clear that the remaining men were paralyzed by terror, their thoughts of resistance long vanished the moment the intruders breached the room.

The Grand Preceptor, usually omniscient and all-knowing, felt a flicker of doubt in his heart. He could not fathom why his heart was currently pounding with such frantic intensity.

The employees of the appraisal firm, however, were not covered by the regulations. In other words, they were now unemployed.

Several motorcycles raced through the streets like flashing blades. Before the apocalypse, they went by a different name: "riders" if one were being polite, or "ghost-fire punks" if one were being crude.

A breeze swept by, causing the flower wall to rustle like rolling waves. Nanny Sun frowned, lantern in hand, and took a few more steps forward.

"If you truly intend to kill her, then please, kill me first." He could not bear to watch her die again. Fu Chengyu could not articulate the depth of that grief, but he felt it with agonizing clarity.

The original owner was a fool. To possess such trump cards and fail to utilize them—even allowing them to be bullied—was a fate she truly deserved.

Back then, everyone believed that although Zheng Kexiu was a spirit, he had lived among the living for so long that he must have held a deep affection for the mortal world.

She understood her mother’s implication, but in reality, she already had a child. Only, that child was not Mo Shaosi’s, but Lu Yuzheng’s.

Although the Red-Aversion Beast had long known that its innate talent, potential, fortune, and cultivation were inferior to those of Yu Siqi and Lu Yuan, the sheer magnitude of the gap following their breakthrough to the Martial God realm left it feeling both profoundly dejected and fueled by an inner resolve to catch up and surpass them.

As the door swung open, they were met by an elderly woman of seventy. Her face was a map of deep wrinkles, and just then, a flash of lightning illuminated her features, giving Jing Huanxue and Jing Huanmeng a genuine fright.

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If other emergencies were to occur at sea or on an aircraft, would they still possess the capacity to fight after drinking? No; they would lack even the ability to parachute.

Even if she gave Ye Chen three days and three nights, Mu Xin felt she would be the one profiting. She would simply treat it as Ye Chen giving her a full-body massage; as long as her virtue remained intact, she would lose nothing.

Stepping into the ambulance, An Qing climbed aboard and looked at Fang Meng, who lay quietly there. With a slight furrow of her brows, she asked, "Who hit her?"

After traveling for the better part of a day, Ye Chen finally arrived at the town where Luo Tianyue was staying: Tianxiang City.

"You lot are hardly qualified to make me kneel and apologize!" Suddenly, Wang Yue grabbed a side table and swung it fiercely at the python with a thunderous roar.

"Brother Xia Tong, you’re so slow. Alright, you found the sunscreen, now help us apply it." Seeing Xia Tong finally arrive, Huo Qingluan pouted playfully.

A few minutes later, Xing Niang cast a resentful glance at Ye Chen before returning to her room to change.

Had it not been for the restraining fence, many in the audience would have leaped into the arena to catch a closer glimpse of the divine beast.

"I only hope the Divine Envoy can protect my two children," Huke pleaded, steeling himself. This was hardly an offering of his remaining years; it was a desperate plea for sanctuary.

"Boss, what now?" asked Helvaro, the man carrying the rocket launcher, his Spanish accented.

The night had deepened. The clouds in the sky seemed to anticipate the coming events, gathering from the horizon to join the fray, clustering together until they had completely swallowed the brilliant moon.

Xuan bore many scars, though he never spoke of their origins. As a child, he had been thrown into a wolf den. At the time, only Xuan and Yuan Min were present. Faced with two starving wolves, Xuan silently shielded Yuan Min behind him, using a steel dinner fork to end the lives of both beasts.

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Looking back, Qianqian smiled at the memory of the day the boy brought out that crude, handmade wind chime.

One could say that with this outburst, Xu Jinheng had made both the Xu family of Hong Kong and the Ho family of Macau a grand laughingstock among the wealthy circles of the region.

Chaozi had smashed the brick intentionally, hoping to make Tang Yuanshan feel a sting of regret. *You are already so wealthy; why must you quibble over a few bricks? I’ll give you a lesson.*

"Ahem, actually, I am quite willing to help, but regarding the position... well, one must always be cautious, wouldn't you agree?" Lin Dong pondered for a long time before finally speaking.

Xiao Zhan had just finished his cultivation when Zhongli Yu appeared. She brought news that did not seem particularly good, leaving him somewhat perplexed.

Of course, while the opponent’s strength was formidable, they had failed to gain any advantage against the terrifying cultivation of Mei Yan.

The Second and Third Princes exchanged glances, their hopes fading as more and more prodigies emerged from the later stages of the seventh floor.

The look of shock on the man's face satisfied the visitor, who curled his lips into a cold, sharp smile and turned away. He had achieved his desired effect; he was certain that this stunt would force the other party to notify Yang Jiuxuan, who would undoubtedly come rushing back.