Volume One, Chapter 69: Shen Fan Becomes a Murderer!

In the evening, when Yun Changhong returned home, he was humming a tune, his entire demeanor refreshed and lively.

“Did you seal the deal?” Du Qing put down her book, smiling as she glanced at him.

“Yes, it's settled,” Yun Changhong replied, his mood buoyant. “They were easy to negotiate with, letting me set all the terms. It's the first time I've met such agreeable partners. It's only a pity I didn't get to meet their president. I heard the current president of the Xiao Group is quite young but exceptionally capable. I really wanted to see him in person.”

“Well, since you’ve entered into a partnership, you’ll have plenty of chances in the future.”

“That’s true enough.”

“By the way, has Xiao Jiu not returned yet?” Yun Changhong looked around, not spotting Yun Mojiu anywhere.

This man was far stronger than he had imagined; in fact, he vaguely sensed that his understanding of swordsmanship surpassed even his own.

Meanwhile, after Fu Heng returned from the palace and heard Yu Zhen mention the matter, he hurried to Langfeng Courtyard.

I am unwilling! Natai also hated my father, so he conspired with me to take revenge on Ershu. I believed her leaving home ruined my marriage prospects, so I agreed, intending to hide Ershu so she couldn’t get married.

As a peerless prodigy, he, like Lin Xiao, had few rivals among those his age since he began cultivating.

Boom! The long spear pierced General Zhao’s waist and abdomen, leaving a terrifying bloody mark. After the attack, General Zhao’s body glowed, as if healing himself.

This... bang, bang... Indeed, tremors sounded from afar—the old monster was slowly approaching.

Several days later, the Divine Child appeared, elated because the bloodshed outside the city had driven many cultivators to slaughter one another.

Sword Draw Slash was a technique where internal energy was gathered and released in a single motion of drawing the blade.

“Is that so?” Miao Yin Qing’s heart trembled; she quickly reinforced her spiritual defenses before handing the token to Red Moon.

At least for now, nothing was more important to Tang Hai than news of the Sacred Disk. Even if Su Mu was deceiving him, he was willing to gamble everything.

The Crimson Fire Demon Ape, previously wounded by Sixfold True Fire, finally could not withstand such an attack.

Though Chen Teng was not afraid of the special departments of China seeking him out, being watched like a thief, every move exposed under their scrutiny, was irksome. So, he chose not to invite unnecessary trouble.

Those magical beast cores, pelts, and the high-quality bones were excellent materials for magical weapons and armor; even sold as-is, they could fetch a hefty profit.

A blanket was spread beside the river, laden with delicious food. Weapons and armor, which might spoil the atmosphere, were set aside.

Thus, the restaurant’s reputation waned, and fewer people came to eat. Eventually, someone discovered it wasn’t Fang Zijing who owned it, so even the fans stopped coming. Business declined further, with fewer customers and negative reviews online.

He paused, caught a rabbit, left a trace of his consciousness on it, and threw it into the place.

Everyone fell silent at the words, puzzled as they looked at the Old Sage, clearly not understanding his meaning.

“This is too extravagant—the vast expanse of space beyond the solar system,” the major in the upper left exclaimed in awe.

Ziquan never imagined that when she next saw that once mighty beast of the heavenly realm, it would be in such a way.

But the real estate developers were unwilling to pay a high price for the orphanage’s land. Land worth millions was only offered for a mere tens of thousands.

“Hmph, don’t talk to me about grand principles. Aren’t you a cultivator yourself? My great-grandson is a cultivator too—this isn’t a mundane matter, but a grudge of the immortal realm,” the Taoist said.

Qi Jiang, speaking of her late husband, was already weeping; coupled with Xu Yang’s emotional performance, she was in tears, not feeling anything amiss.

Upon hearing this, everyone looked down to the left—You Ming’s eyes were bloodshot, his body trembling, gripping his sword, veins bulging.

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, the ape spirit exhaled deeply. At that moment, the closed passage reopened, and the entrance he’d come through opened as well.

Those two quickly nodded, saying, “Of course. Safe travels, sirs.” They stepped aside, clearing the way.

Second Young Master Ning’s forehead was instantly covered in a fine layer of sweat; his throat bobbed, all screams and cries stifled. His vision darkened, and he fainted cleanly.

The Retired Emperor waved his hand, stopping the reigning emperor from speaking further. Though he always acted impatient when the emperor visited to consult him about matters of the previous dynasty, deep inside he felt gratified. See, state affairs still required his judgment. Though he had abdicated, he remained the true power behind the court.

They thought they were about to enter the palace, riches and honors within reach. As they packed in hope, the edict suddenly came: they need not enter the palace. When the Qiu family first heard, they wept bitter tears—for all their prospects and glory were gone.

Consort Rou grew angrier as she spoke, as if her grudge with Murong Qingwan ran deep. Yet, lying in bed, Murong Qingwan could not recall ever offending her, nor why she was repeatedly targeted.

Rong Mei saw her decide in the blink of an eye, as if she cared little for those tens of thousands of silver taels. Admiration mixed with caution grew in her heart—this person was far from ordinary.

“Hiss—” Sitting down, the pain in her abdomen made Tang Xuan gasp softly. Leaning back, Tang Xuan opened her browser.

Just before stepping out the door, I wished An Chenxi would call out to me; even if he said nothing, just one reassuring look would have satisfied me. But he did not.

As for the partnership, Wang Kai held eighty percent, while Tony only twenty. The main reason was that Wang Kai used Umbrella Corporation to collaborate, and Tony had shares in Umbrella, so Tony’s new company only got a fifth.

I could no longer bear it—snapping my fingers, I sent three bolts of thunder crashing forth, dispersing the three fierce ghosts. Red Hair stood up, gazing at the tide of evil spirits surging forward, his face full of helplessness and confusion.

Martinez and the others finally snapped out of their daze, all inhaling sharply, hardly able to believe their eyes.