Chapter 139: Half a Million
Seeing Geng Haoshi’s expression of keen interest, Li Shishi snatched the photograph from his hand.
"Um, could I have one too?" Zhu Di asked, looking at Zhen Fuqian with expectant eyes.
Zhen Fuqian seemed to have anticipated this; he pulled a stack of photos from his briefcase and said with a chuckle, "There’s enough for everyone, don't worry."
With that, Zhen Fuqian handed out a photo to every player on the Tiancheng University of Technology basketball team.
Lin Yao retraced her steps. The water cascading from the waterfall had already refilled the pool, and the stone steps leading outside were now half-submerged. Besides, she possessed immortal techniques such as talismans, formations, and medicinal pills, making her even less afraid of the so-called reclusive families and ancient martial artists.
Mother An was like an enraged lioness; she lunged at An Zhenzhen, grabbed her hair, and began raining blows down upon her.
The dragon’s horns, body, and tail were all incredibly lifelike, stretching over ten zhang as it spiraled in mid-air.
The elderly man in the Daoist robe stood straight, gazing down at the students who sat cross-legged, their eyes filled with a thirst for knowledge. His expression, slightly stern from the requirements of lecturing, betrayed no particular emotion.
The cultivation of the human body and the circulation of qi and blood are, by nature, a constant flow through one cycle of meridians after another.
Lin Yao stood up and saw Jiang Hongguang and Huo San walking toward the water pavilion, one after the other.
He even felt a sense of anticipation: if his wife were going back to her maiden home to learn household chores, could he tag along?
Su Chen took one last lingering look at the beautiful scenery before him and drew a deep breath. Using the brief moment of rest to alleviate the slight dizziness brought on by practicing the "Divine Sword Art," he rose and headed out of the cave dwelling.
In the live-streaming room, all he had to do was click a small donation, and Tangtang would give him a sweet "thank you" and even sing a song specifically for him.
"Hiss... this is... this is too absurd! To actually break through at a time like this!" Meng Xiao blurted out, only to realize in a daze that he had regained his ability to move.
Commander Shi had set up camp ten miles ahead in a lush, grassy area. There were several large, impressive double-layered tents in blue, red, and white—a new product that was waterproof and heat-insulating. They had even installed white fencing around the perimeter, as if they intended to stay for years.
"They also hold the Four Seals of Dharma and take refuge in the Three Jewels. The four groups of disciples all receive precepts according to the disciplinary codes, cultivate compassion, suppress evil, promote good, and use right view to eliminate the afflictions of the three realms, seeking liberation from suffering and its causes... Do they not deserve to hear the Master expound on the sutras and the Dharma?"
The construction site was deathly silent, the unfinished buildings standing tall and imposing. Everything inside was shrouded in darkness, impossible to see.
Xia Qing reached out to lift the kettle of freshly boiled water, pouring it over the teacups to warm them. She focused on multitasking—no, she was focused entirely on making tea. *Hmph... I’ll just treat him as background music,* Xia Qing thought. *He is a regent, after all; it wouldn't be appropriate to tell him to shut up.*
Thump, thump, thump! Only when they drew near did the fire-qilin’s hoofbeats, heavy as muffled thunder, finally cease. The group finally caught sight of the figure riding atop the beast.
The Old Imperial Uncle shouldn't have the leisure for this. The only others capable of surely defeating the Mountain Lord would be the Tower Master of Tongtian and the Mistress of the Crystal Palace, but which one could it be?
In this situation, even Xu Yuan gave Li Wei a thumbs-up. Li Wei’s ability was truly formidable; it was no wonder he had chosen to cultivate the path of Poison Martial Arts—he must have possessed the ability to capture insects all along.
Most importantly, he knew deep down that everything happening now was entirely of his own making; he could not blame his pent-up frustration on anyone else.
"His household has so many people! If we detain them, maybe we can..." He Deyu knew the appetite of the garrison troops. With fifteen hundred men, no matter who was footing the bill, it would eventually be discovered. No household could silence so many mouths! This was not a matter of a single day or one or two individuals.