Volume 1, Chapter 41: The Top Floor of the Library

Facing Qin Feng's question, the Sect Master chuckled and said, "What you are looking for can be found in the sect's library pavilion. You may use my token to enter."

With that, the Sect Master handed a token directly to Qin Feng.

Looking at the gleaming Sect Master's token right before his eyes, Qin Feng felt his suspicions deepen even further. Why did he somehow feel as though the Sect Master was trying to ingratiate himself with him?

How could that possibly be?

"Hmph, Ouyang Li, I'll spare your life this time. Why aren't you obeying orders yet? The rest of the vanguard, follow me to welcome Venerable Mahakasyapa!" Having no other choice, the silver-robed monastic protector of the Prison Gate relented and issued another command.

That patriotic businessman who had spent twenty million US dollars to tow the ship back must have been duped by those former Soviet Russian engineers, who claimed that even if it were bought and scrapped for raw materials, it would still recoup its cost.

Immediately afterward, the Ghost Mastiff was led into the dog-fighting arena by a Tibetan man wearing Tibetan attire, looking much like a lowly servant or slave, with a body covered in dirt. It was evident that he was not the true master of the Ghost Mastiff, as the real owner remained mysterious and had yet to show himself. Once inside the arena, the Ghost Mastiff cast a disdainful glance ahead, waiting for its opponent.

Chen Hao's gaze flickered and his divine sense swept outward, only to abruptly discover that a strange force was repelling his probing spiritual awareness, making it impossible for him to penetrate the underground.

"Your territory? That's sheer delusion and utter ignorance," the Thunder Beast sneered mockingly. With a flap of its two wings, it lunged straight toward Xiao Fei. As it charged, high-density arcs of electricity flickered continuously across its entire body, emitting a crackling sound akin to the chirping of a thousand birds.

Looking at Ji Zili's tear-stained and bruised face, Moyu Jingchen leaned down and gently kissed the swollen, inflamed wounds. Ji Zili had already been tortured to the brink of delirium and utter agony by the supreme aphrodisiac, her mouth filled with pitiful, distressed moans.

As soon as the young man began to speak, the crowd below fell completely silent, listening intently. It seemed that over a dozen days of lectures and free giveaways had won the villagers' deep trust.

What concerned them the most and filled them with righteous indignation was Chen Hao's bold claim—that out of a hundred or so raw stones, every single one contained jadeite.

Just as Chen Hao was marveling at the sight, the surrounding pressure suddenly receded, vanishing without a trace like spring breeze melting away snow.

Chu Yunlian withdrew her arm and rubbed it. This man was truly strong, and he didn't know his own strength when grabbing someone.

It was already the end of May. The sweltering heat of midsummer coexisted with a lingering coolness. That old pomegranate tree in the courtyard, having witnessed centuries of bloodshed and shifting power in the imperial palace, still burst forth with passionate, fiery blossoms.

Ren Fei and Zhao Peng, his subordinates, picked up a machete and an iron rod respectively and walked up to stand behind him.

Those of mediocre aptitude might require several years of continuous "experimentation" and "accumulation" to figure out the [basic formula] of their own abilities.

Hearing this, we all began righteously helping Young Master Man cover up the lie. As soon as we finished speaking, each of us lowered our heads to hold back our laughter. There was no helping it; the tacit understanding among men often required no explicit explanation—a single glance and a few words were enough to understand.

Pulling them all out, she walked into the bedroom, propped the stand against the wall, gripped the Fujifilm camera, and leaned in close beside her to teach her how to use it.

The bodies of those two Saint Sovereigns were trembling. As they spoke, their forms were somewhat unsteady, yet they still managed to force out this question.

Jin Zhuoqi remained silent, paying no heed to his friends nearby. He turned around, bought a box of game tokens, and shifted his gaze back to Lin Sining.

This story was merely one of the better-resolved conflicts among thousands between animals and humans. As animal protection and human life grow increasingly intertwined, such clashes are inevitable. So, what should be done?

Turning her head to look, she saw two men—one fat, the other thin, one tall, the other short—walking side by side with expressions of utter distress.

"Hey, big sister. Didn't you see the knife wounds on that old man's body? What does that tell you? As a security officer from the Security Bureau, surely you understand what's going on?" Chu Hao stopped in his tracks, turned around, and shouted at Huang Yilin.