Volume 1, Chapter 29: The Treasure

When Su Yi revealed that Lin Quan had not only paid their 50,000 in hospital fees but had also transferred 500,000 to her bank account, both elders’ mouths dropped open in sheer astonishment.

"I can't find anything. The opposing party is acting on a massive scale, yet their methods are incredibly covert. These events appear to be isolated incidents, impossible to link together. I sent people to question the employees who resigned, but there were no definitive results," Lian Chengbi said helplessly.

"That Dao resonance is complex; it seems to be a fusion of the paths of many people! It is truly extraordinary!" another voice remarked.

In reality, it was not at all as Zhou’s parents imagined—that Zhou Xuan still harbored lingering feelings for Old Chu. That was not her motive at all.

Regardless of what function "Root Bone" serves, increasing it only brings benefits without any drawbacks. Therefore, many people strive to max out their Root Bone to 100 points, whereas a player starts with only 10.

Seeing the beheading successful, Liu Mingzhi and Gao Shoujia turned their formation to shroud the Qilin elders rushing over to provide reinforcements.

Hardly had Qin Han heard Ai Er’s voice when a blurred figure arrived before him; he could feel the warmth of the other’s skin radiating against his face.

After a while, Taibai Jinxing finally caught up from behind and led the group into the Heavenly Court.

At the thought of this, the young women’s eyes lit up, and they scrambled to compete for the bras.

Zhang Yuan’s appearance at this moment was truly wretched: covered in dust and grime, his clothes torn in many places, and clutching a box to his chest, he looked exactly like a beggar.

Only at this moment did he clearly realize the terror of the Ultimate Path. Facing such a person, winning was out of the question; one simply had to ensure they remained undefeated, or the outcome would be unimaginably miserable.

The Second Elder was no fool; if he went to inquire today, the other party would surely grow suspicious. And this old man had held significant power in the clan for many years—heaven knows how much influence he had cultivated.

However, before his withered claws could touch even a corner of Su Ru’s garment, a flash of cold light swept by, and the evil cultivator’s entire arm was severed.

***

However, what Ning Feng did not expect was that by the next day, orders came flying in like snow.

Footsteps echoed on the staircase as Luo Feila ran down in a rush. Her forehead was still dusted with flour; one could tell at a glance that her wedding cakes had just been put in the oven.

Sect Leader Wu, constantly receiving news of alliances between other sects and factions, paced anxiously back and forth in his room.

Everyone knew that Meng Jiaojiao and Meng Yanyan were signed artists under Seagull Film and Television.

Bian Xiaoyu woke from her coma and looked at her child. She was moved, yet felt a sense of loss because her husband had not been by her side.

"Big Brother, you shouldn't be asking us about such things." The two shook their heads, rose, and prepared to leave.

Fang Jue whispered softly into Bian Xiaoyu’s ear, somewhat intoxicated as he breathed in her scent.

Princess Xuewu, seeing that her plan was on the verge of success, deliberately sought an audience with the Empress Dowager. Hearing that Princess Xuewu had come to see her and possessed a miraculous remedy for her illness, the Empress Dowager allowed her in.

Unexpectedly, with just a few words, she had completely laid bare Linglong’s inner thoughts. Even without Zhao Shiyan saying anything, the First Madam Lin had seen and heard it all for herself... It was truly beyond expectations. Perhaps it was because Princess Linglong was only thirteen, lacking experience and not yet mature or deep enough?

Zhang Shouren looked at the group, his gaze filled primarily with encouragement, though tinged with a hint of mockery and a touch of craftiness. He had confidence in his subordinates, but that did not mean they had confidence in themselves.

"What is the matter with you?" Liao Yong asked with concern. Since early morning, he had felt that He Xuan’s expression was off, and since returning from the palace, her face had been ashen, devoid of any vitality.

"Of the three here, some are from the provinces and unfamiliar with the customs of the capital, while others have been raised in the inner chambers and have never stepped outside... Rongqing, only you would dare to bring them all out at once," sighed First Madam Feng.

"Being born beautiful is a fact. Why do you need to be anxious?" The Emperor seemed to give a dry chuckle at this, picking up the teacup from the stone table and taking a sip.

***

Sun Jianxing had suffered such a major setback with Wan’er; could he possibly keep it to himself?

Players who had never seen the real Mili were shocked. This delicate-looking girl, who appeared to be only in her twenties, was actually the president of Wind Dance in the city of Moster.

The crowd in the arena couldn't help but be distracted, all pausing their movements to look toward the source of the voice.

With one primary wife and one equal wife, at Zhang Shouren’s current age and with a legitimate heir, he could temporarily put aside any thoughts of flirting with others.

This was the treasure for guarding the mountain in his hand, the Myriad Poison Smoke Gong. It was refined by gathering the essence of ten thousand poisons and required hundreds of years of cultivation to perfect. Not only was it immensely powerful, but it also possessed the marvelous utility of capturing enemies.

"What? This is impossible!!" Of course, it was not Wudi who shouted this, but the elders listening to the conversation from the side.

The two Great Shamans, Xingtian and Jiufeng, both had bloodshot eyes, their tattered clothes stained with patches of blood, and the wounds on their knotted muscles were ghastly. With the Ximing army attacking the city day and night, the two had been fighting constantly and had barely managed to catch their breath.

"Wait," before Zhao Zhengce could even take a look, the peach-wood sword in his hand was snatched away by Wang Dan. What followed was an action from Wang Dan that left Zhao Zhengce completely dumbstruck.

'Do good and leave a name; do evil and leave no trace.' Chou Hetian would never tell her the true intention behind Xie Sa’s actions, preferring that she believe he had never possessed such a degree of malice and evil spirit.