Volume One, Chapter 29: Lin Beiye Is Out!
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Although “You at the Same Desk” and “Extra Refreshing” were already classics, he refused to believe the other party could create something even more iconic.
No one knew how much pressure he had endured when issuing this order. Not long after he had finished calling Fan Yan, several elders of the family had phoned to reprimand him. Even so, he had overridden all objections and finalized the plan.
“By the Water’s Edge! By the Water’s Edge!”
Suddenly, the orderly line outside the door erupted into commotion because of the arrival of a BMW.
Indeed, the Space-Locking Formation personally commanded by Immortal Xuanyue was gradually being torn apart. Although the formation had first severed the entire plane from the outside world, the dark curtain was now being sliced apart by the middle-aged immortal with some unknown profound art.
To witness this spectacular moment, every member of the Flying Battle Team had even gathered in the hall. This was the one-hundredth floor of Thunder Tower—a moment of absolutely vital importance. The rooms on the ninety-fifth floor were already so difficult; it was easy to imagine how terrifying the ultimate challenge on the final floor would be.
“Brother.”
Ke Yan glared angrily at Hong Mingyue’s back before looking toward me, but I merely waved my hand.
Hadn’t Old Master Rao always wanted to know what had happened to Rao Ling’er? Then Rao Ling’er could tell him and let him figure out what he ought to do.
“Another thing: the two of you must have quite a few enemies, don’t you? If you fight until your strength is completely exhausted, you should both understand what those watching from the shadows might do, shouldn’t you?”
A meaningful curve lifted the corners of Lingxuzi’s mouth.
At night, countless stars shone with their own light across the dark sky, and the temperature fell with them.
The storyline of the Taiyi Secret Realm had essentially come to an end. After these chapters bridged the transition, a major wave of new developments in Qingyuan’s story was about to begin.
“All right!”
Ying Lei and Lin Ziyan hugged each other as they entered the house. The feeling of being haunted the night before had been truly terrifying.
“Golden-Haired Guang, turn on the lights. Turn on the lights in every room!”
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After they left, Su Jiu turned to look at the cliff. He sighed, then made his decision as well. His body slowly rose into the air, and he gazed at the cliff before him. Stretching out both hands with his palms facing upward, he began gathering the vital energy of heaven and earth above him. Strands of flame gradually condensed into being.
At the same time, it appeared that the final price of these pottery pieces would certainly not be less than ten thousand Hua coins. That was an astonishing figure. Even when they devoted themselves to making pottery, their finished products had never sold for more than five Hua coins.
The palace gates were already closed, and no one was permitted to enter. Besides the ordinary imperial guards, several cultivators were stationed there as well. The leader was a Foundation Establishment cultivator.
“Got it. Since you have something to do, we won’t call you along this time. We’ll get together properly next time. I’m off.”
As he spoke, Duan Zan waved at Su Jiu and turned to leave.
If all that still had not made Tong Nao suspect dissociative identity disorder, then what “Yile” said next nearly drove her straight to a breakdown!
Li Yuyun discovered that Dou Li’s spiritual imprint was rather powerful. It had actually not been erased on the spot.
“Hmph! I won’t forgive you today unless you spend several hundred million energy points!”
Li Yao pouted as she muttered.
I’m doomed! Doesn’t this mean I’ll have to obey her every command? Otherwise, if she tells Dad one day, won’t I be sent to Germany for orthopedic treatment?
Guo Yanchuan’s figure slowly materialized in midair. He looked down at the palace, which had fallen into panic, but his indifferent expression did not change in the slightest. After hovering for a moment and making a brief assessment of the aura below, he flew toward where Li Er was.
He Zhang stared blankly at Lu Shanmin. At that moment, Lu Shanmin looked exactly like the Sun Wu, Xiang Yu, and Cao Cao he had described—heroic and overflowing with bold spirit.
Before these people, a blue-robed man holding a folding fan strolled leisurely. His gaze swept over the prisoners, lingered for a long while on Xue Hao, then turned to Yin Ye, examining him from head to toe. A profound smile appeared on his face, like that of an unscrupulous merchant inspecting merchandise.
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However, thanks to the chieftain’s spirited performance and his efforts to glide by relying on the support behind him, he actually flew several hundred meters. Perhaps thinking that no one had noticed, he struck himself again, let out a miserable scream a hundred meters away, and sprayed a fountain of blood into the air.
Ye Yang knew very well that his maternal grandfather, Mo Qianchi, loved solitude and independence. Naturally, he rarely had anyone accompanying him. Apart from his younger cousin Mo Yin occasionally following him to cultivate, even the family’s several cousins and uncles had no opportunity to remain at his side.
After hesitating for a moment, he knelt down with difficulty beside Xie Gongbao, then threw back his head and sighed, utterly humiliated and clearly unwilling. He said, “Master, please accept the obeisance of Blue Palace Guard.”
Then he knocked his head against the ground three times with loud thuds.
“Clang!”
The enormous saber came crashing down, but it did not strike Guan Qing’s head. Instead, it was caught tightly between Guan Qing’s two fingers, which were like iron pincers. The vengeful ghost’s rigid body, together with the armor covering it, stood suspended at an angle in midair.
After all, a formidable expert at the second level of the Nascent Soul stage could not necessarily be captured even if they encountered him. His cultivation was simply too powerful. Even if the Ministry of Justice or the Yu Family sent their elites, capturing him would still be as difficult as ascending to heaven. That was why they had come to sound out his intentions.
As soon as he said this, several voices rang out, and the experts began trying to persuade him.
Uncle Nan shouted anxiously, but Yan Yuncheng showed no reaction, sleeping as soundly as a dead pig. With no other choice, Uncle Nan shot out a stream of spiritual energy, and the alcohol within Yan Yuncheng’s body began to slowly dissipate.
They flew onward, and the chill grew increasingly intense. As Chen Xiao and the others ventured deeper, snowflakes even began drifting down. With the wind and snow merging together, their power had already reached a level capable of freezing a Divine Spirit Realm expert to death.
Therefore, even though Zhang Ruofeng had less than two hundred thousand left in his bank account, he still thought of money in units of hundreds of millions.
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