Volume 1, Chapter 37: Slandered Even in Death

As the four were walking, Bai Yueyao discovered a rare "Blood Dragon Herb" in a clump of grass not far from the path. Just as she ran over and prepared to pick it, a sudden, foul-smelling gust of wind struck. Fortunately, her reflexes and cultivation were quick enough; she threw herself backward and rolled twice, barely evading the attack.

Wang Jiao was stunned. It was her own imprudence! But she had absolutely no idea that Sister Gu and Chairman Su had broken up; not a single whisper of the split had leaked out.

Lu Xiao and Shao Yang watched from the side, both wearing deeply furrowed brows. This was the first time they had witnessed the bizarre spectacle of a Nascent Soul self-mutilating.

In sharp contrast was Cameron Tucker, who had been gloating and chattering incessantly ever since they left the arena.

"Well, you're quite lucky to have caught this prey; it tastes pretty good," Zhuo Ling said, smacking her lips.

Martin even began to suspect whether they were worried he would contest the billions in assets left behind after his uncle's death.

Martin inwardly scoffed, but his expression remained calm as he sat and listened quietly to Stella’s confession.

The man in black was clearly taken aback. The guards shouted, "Protect the Princess!" and swarmed forward, drawing their blades to strike.

Just as he put away his phone and prepared to continue his meal, he noticed that Harvey Specter, who had just been promoted to senior partner, and his associate Mike Ross had walked in and sat down not far from him.

Yang Bo had a faint suspicion, but even he felt the idea was flawed. Mei Youguang was clearly a traitor, and since Lin Zhaofeng knew this, how could he possibly hand Lin Yaqin over to him?

Standing before the washbasin, Gu Bei stared at the face in the mirror—a face that was fair, delicate, and impossibly young. Yet, those eyes always held something rarely seen in an ordinary youth: a lack of sharp edges, a touch of composure, and something else that he detested.

Regardless, in Mother Fang’s eyes, her son was perfect in every way, better than anyone else; even a marriage to a princess would be perfectly fitting.

Yang Bo nodded and followed the old man, Wei, toward the house. He felt a surge of excitement, knowing that this matter was halfway to completion. Courtyard houses were not as simple as Luo Yaohua had described; their numbers were extremely limited, and many people were unwilling to sell, making it no easy task to find one.

Although the male disciples of the Suiren tribe had stopped in their tracks, the fire of jealousy in their eyes as they looked at Wu Yue burned ever brighter. Their intent to kill had been stirred, but hindered by the presence of their clan's elders, they were forced to surround Suiren Yi and Suiren Er while they began to plot. Suiren Yi looked up at Wu Yue from time to time, his fighting spirit intensifying.

It was clear that this "Qiankun Seed" was not one of the original ten, or perhaps it was not a Qiankun Seed at all, but a treasure similar to one.

Moreover, while Empress Ning outwardly favored elegant items like jade, she privately preferred gold and silver. However, having played the part for years, very few people knew of this preference—likely only those who served her most closely.

As the three walked out to have lunch, Lu Dongxing hurried over. He didn't mention the monthly pass, so Yang Bo acted as if he didn't know either. During the meal, Fatty Liu winked and gestured at Lu Dongxing, but Lu Dongxing didn't understand his meaning at all.

For a demon of equal strength but higher bloodline, the price could easily reach hundreds of billions, or even trillions, of Heavenly Stones.

In an instant, I felt as if I had returned to the sensation on the Eight Dragon Ring—forgetting everything, focused only on taking the opponent down. Because I attacked without reservation, my boxing style was incredibly fierce, and the few toughs nearby became afraid, gradually daring not to approach me easily.

"This—" If it were an ordinary person, Commander Geng would have dared to make a judgment, but this man surnamed Xue was so full of smoke and mirrors that he dared not speak recklessly.

Qiu Feng noticed that the altar had two sets of steps; it was clearly designed separately for "Holy Judgment" and "Glory."

Yao Jing sneered. How desperate was Liang Fang to sell her off? She had even skipped the blind date step! Hmph... what a piece of trash.

Ye Chu’s voice was cold and clear. There wasn't a hint of anger in it, yet it made Chen Xiyuan’s skin crawl.

Ghost Shaluo trembled. Unlike the feeling he had with Fei'er, the pressure exerted by this bone dragon was an intangible sense of terror. He pointed to the Nirvana Tower ahead and whispered three words.

Before the royal city was built, a massive project had to be provided to keep these people there. Only by retaining the merchants could they be used to stimulate the trade of the Southern Barbarians. Only when trade flourished could the Southern Barbarians have wealth, and once they had money, everything else would be easy to handle.

He had gained all the enjoyments that Shi Yifei was entitled to, and he had also taken on all the responsibilities that Shi Yifei was supposed to bear.

Feeling their strength increasing at a speed visible to the naked eye, the three were filled with astonishment. Chongyun looked at Luoyu with gratitude, and Luoyu merely responded with a gentle smile.

While the Southern Barbarian Province was still busy, the imperial decree arrived. Qin Fengyi read that Emperor Jing'an had specifically written to him to be wary of the mountain barbarians, thinking to himself that it was truly a case of "closing the stable door after the horse has bolted." However, the imperial court's thousand military sabers and thousand sets of soft armor were already on the way. The imperial envoy also brought the decree appointing A'jin as a commander.

The person on the other end of the phone was Gu Xixi's friend, Bai Suzhen. Bai Suzhen was two years older than Gu Xixi and had married shortly after graduation to Teng Qiming, a wealthy, handsome, and perfect man who loved her as his own life.

Looking over, he saw that his chest had been pierced by a dagger. Blood instantly stained his white Confucian robe red.

Standing beside him was, surprisingly, an old acquaintance of Shen Lang—the man named Mo Qu whom he had met at the Peach Hut that day.

Gu Xixi listened patiently as her aunt recounted the ins and outs of the matter, colored by her own subjective viewpoint.

Seeing An Ran looking so distracted, An Jie felt a pang of heartache and helped her back to the bedside. An Ran let him guide her, offering no resistance.

Li You’s silhouette flickered through Li Shimin’s mind, but it was quite blurry; he could no longer remember what he looked like.

If An Jie hadn't repeatedly urged her to go to the pier to pick someone up, An Ran would have been out galloping by the seaside with Hui Zi and the others at that moment.

Jiang Wanhao had collapsed from emotional distress and woke up after being rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment. But after waking, she was exceptionally silent. She didn't say a word, didn't cry, and just stared out the window in a daze. Tam understood her feelings, but after this state continued for three days, he began to feel that something was wrong.

Had I said something wrong? Or had I hurt his pride by saying something so indifferent?

The child's voice drew the attention of the exhausted Pillars, who turned to look at Muichiro one after another.

The smile on the second squad leader's face grew ever wider, and that smug, confident look made Zhao Weihong, who had originally been sure of victory, feel increasingly uneasy.