Volume 1, Chapter 131: News About Xiao Junhe's Father

He looked at Old Master Xiao with a sinister smirk.

"I didn't kill them; you did. After all, who made you look only at your favorite son, treating me like air, like a disgrace to the Xiao family, refusing to even acknowledge my existence to the outside world? I thought that if I just killed them, you’d have no choice but to be left with me as your only son. You wouldn't be able to deny me then. You’d even end up begging me to carry on the family line and inherit the company for you. But, I didn't get the chance to get rid of that little bastard..."

He cast a gloomy glance at Xiao Junhe and laughed at himself. "Before I could, you discovered what I’d done, eventually forcing me to drive off the cliff."

Suli’s heart skipped a beat. Suddenly, he felt his internal energy spiraling out of control, surging wildly into Huang Shifu.

"Capture him alive; there will be a reward." The man in the flowing green robes, who was putting on quite a theatrical performance, spoke again. His attire and appearance were unsettlingly familiar.

The spiritual energy in the surrounding area had vanished, replaced by waves of surging, overwhelming power of staggering magnitude. Yet, the people around seemed completely oblivious, continuing to ask questions, each one sharper and more piercing than the last.

Just moments ago, Mother Shi had delivered the token that Yun Qingyue had previously entrusted to her, handing it over to Yun Qingmeng at the perfect time.

Besides Qin Yizhou, she couldn’t think of anyone else who would have sent her to the hotel. "Thank you," she said, and after expressing her gratitude, she left.

Jiang Tangtang knew that Chi Jingli was popular—extremely popular—but the scene she had just witnessed completely redefined her understanding of his fame.

They were still some distance from the Heavenly Palace when they heard the lively clamor emanating from it. Tens of thousands of people were gathered there; during this time of year, the Pluto’s Heavenly Palace was the most bustling place in the Nine Provinces of the Immortal Realm.

In truth, the makeup was light and lacked any complex technique. Seeing that Mu Sheng’s look was already complete, the makeup artist felt a twinge of regret.

Zi Lingtian nodded with satisfaction, plopped back into his chair, crossed his legs, and lit a cigarette.

The head chef leaned in as well, eager to taste his own handiwork. High-quality cured goods combined with premium ingredients, processed into the current final product—it was enough to make anyone feel the allure of fine cuisine.

The difference was that Rayson relied on his massive physique, while Chen Fan silently circulated his true essence, his body remaining as steady as a rock.

Tu Yujing looked at Zhang Shun with contempt; he shouldn't even think about giving up now. This last stop had finally given him a glimmer of hope, a light of liberation.

"Peak of the Early Origin Realm? Hah! Let me tell you, that cultivation level isn't nearly enough for the Sacred Light Fortress." The voice from behind did not agree with the Liu family member, its tone dripping with disdain for the Captain Tie whom the clansman so admired, immediately infuriating him.

Following the Xia Kingdom’s capture of Yemen, the opening of the Red Sea trade route, and the establishment of ten marquisates on the Kunlun Continent, more and more merchant ships began to appear on the Western Ocean. This maritime trade route was becoming increasingly prosperous.

Yuechu sat for a while, then unconsciously turned her head and suddenly felt as if a pair of eyes were watching her. She looked again, but where were there any eyes?

Seeing Li Biao’s ears frozen bright red, Gu Lun immediately fished a tin of frostbite ointment from his pocket, complaining, "What’s the point of having such a big face? It’s just a waste of ointment!" As he spoke, even Gu Lun couldn't help but laugh.

Lu Xi looked at the completely mangled spear with lingering fear, helplessly tossing it aside. Looking around, he realized that apart from the World Tree Scepter, he was once again unarmed. The critical issue was that he hadn't finished off the boss disguised as a "pay-to-win" player, and it seemed an even tougher one had arrived.

Sai Huatuo’s voice was raspy. In the darkness, there was the sound of him shifting his body and the clanking of iron chains.

The aerial battle would happen sooner or later; Yang Tianfeng was simply waiting for his "air force" to grow stronger, waiting for a more favorable tactical moment.

As soon as the explosions ceased, Yang Tianfeng ordered the charge to be sounded—not for his own men, but for the friendly forces outside to hear.

Gu Zuo heard the murmurs and frustrations of those around him and silently shrank back, trying his best to minimize his presence... He had prepared too many pills for his older brother, and sometimes his brother would perform extraordinarily well, so why wouldn't he be able to swallow the Cloud-Mist Pills by the handful?

"Godmother, the wind is strong here. You should go inside and rest." Seeing that the situation was taking a turn for the worse, Shiliu hurriedly pulled the Duchess away. After walking a few steps, she turned back and made a face at Kuang Qie.

Gu Qi still held his gaze. He could clearly see that the madness in Zhao Ji’s eyes calmed the moment he saw him, becoming focused and persistent once again.

"That's not right. The Zhongshan Prince's Mansion isn't on good terms with our Duke of England’s Mansion. You might not know that yet; it’s the Duke of Ding’s Mansion that is close to us," the Duchess of England said with a chuckle.

Of course, unlike Qin Muyu, whose recovery was uncertain and required a bit of gambling, Gu Fan had been confident regarding the Young Demon Lord from the very beginning.

He favored Gu Fan simply because he wanted to be on good terms with him and because he disapproved of Zhang Zhenyun’s actions.

He had already convinced himself that this was the truth, never stopping to consider that if it were really the case, Bai Zhi wouldn't be so calm.

Lin Xiaofan could now understand why Carossi had taken the initiative to hand out red envelopes and pose as a messenger of the gods. Given the current situation, if an election were held now, Carossi would undoubtedly receive the most votes.

At this moment, the screening room was somewhat restless; even though the lights had dimmed, the rustling sounds were incessant.

The color of glazed glass spread wildly, enveloping him in an instant. The blood-red lines extended across the Soul-Guiding Robe like giant serpents, adorning it until it resembled a monk’s cassock.

Although the Immortals' power was suppressed by the rules of space, Zisu, who was now far more powerful than before even when using only the strength of a Spiritualist, found that her ability to teleport had undergone a earth-shattering transformation.