Volume One, Chapter 49: A Group of People Putting on a Show for Me Here?

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In this four-story mansion, Jing Zhongmin, a man in his forties wearing gold-rimmed glasses and unmistakably the image of a business tycoon, was currently cooking in the kitchen, apron tied around his waist. The few servants nearby could hardly hold back their amusement and frustration.

“What’s wrong? What do you mean, what’s wrong? Are you just idly gossiping? Do you even know who he is, yet you keep babbling on?” Xue Qi was genuinely irritated, no longer merely worried about her elder brother, with whom her relationship was strained at best.

There was Meng Se, Lü Lai—none of them were normal—and he could still hear the final bell signaling the end of the morning class and the conclusion of the meeting.

“Brother Jiang Yue,” Yan Xiaoxiao’s voice was tinged with hesitation; his shoulders trembled slightly—was he crying?

Bull Xi, with bloodshot eyes, fixed his gaze on the bird-like apparition submerged in seawater, its wings fluttering lightly, consciousness concentrated and icy.

Emperor Jun Tai had long harbored a deep hatred for the East King; today, several factions had gathered here. Both sides were clear about each other’s intentions: it was all a contest over the primordial purple aura of the Red Cloud.

What had been calm and peaceful was suddenly shattered by a terrifying aura that pressed down upon everyone, making it hard to breathe.

“Report, Duke Xiang Duanmu, the opponent is a monk at the Golden Core stage. Though I wish to maintain my dignity, his achievements are truly unfathomable,” the subordinate reported timidly.

Xiao Qihan pulled out a blood-stained piece of cloth from his pocket, its edges torn roughly. He slowly squatted down, using his hands to carefully dig through the soil bit by bit. The pale red earth felt strangely moist, yet at this moment, he seemed to have lost all sensation, mechanically pushing the soil in front of him.

Mo Xuan had demanded 2 million in compensation from her; it was then she met Ai Xi, known as Brother Ai.

It wasn’t until September that the empire suddenly grew tense. Xiahe was aware of the news: the imperial fleet had a conflict with the ships of the Half-Elf Empire in their waters. Following imperial orders, the noble warships of the Arcane Empire had sunk nine vessels from the Green Forest.

Grandma Zeng was now well over ninety, having long passed the midway point of her life, yet she had only ever spent brief moments living with her third uncle and her own family. If she stayed here permanently, people might assume Ye’s father was the next head of the family.

Liu Bei naturally found it difficult to be connected to Lü Bu. If anything, it was only the story of the three heroes fighting Lü Bu at Hulao Pass, a rare battle achievement Liu Bei could claim over the years.

“We’ve arrived.” After saying this, Jade Shadow lifted the carriage curtain and stepped out, followed closely by Xiao Yuyin, both disembarking from the carriage.

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Ye Zifan’s raised hand trembled uncontrollably in the air before he abruptly withdrew it. With a stern face and without looking back, he strode away.

Their fierce assault had perfectly shattered the defenses within Jifeng City, triggering a major crisis inside the city.

Inhaling so much smoke was no joke; Luo Qinghan’s endurance until now was truly remarkable.

Xiao Yuyin didn’t look back. She knew that after the palace banquet would come the family gathering. No matter how much Nalan Heng disliked it, he would stay out of respect for the Empress Dowager. She, however, had no desire to remain.

As the fan’s breeze gently stirred the air, the scent of sandalwood vanished completely. At last, she was willing to awaken.

A tremendous roar echoed through the sky and earth as a towering phantom of a fierce tiger appeared atop the arena, vivid and lifelike, radiating a terrifying aura. In an instant, it tore through Liu Yun’s protective energy, sending him flying heavily.

Xiao Yi laughed and continued, “This isn’t over. If this alone can’t attract more players...”

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At this moment, Xiao Yi could no longer control his body and was forced to sit down on the ground.

A top expert at the peak of the tenth layer of the Bagua Realm would leave without leaving the slightest trace.

Two fearsome prison guards had already replaced their fierce expressions with humble smiles. Grinning warmly, they accepted two gleaming gold bars from Lin Xiaotang’s hands, repeatedly bowing, then quietly slipped into a nearby alley.

“Greetings, Elders,” Wu Hao respectfully addressed Ma Chen and Luo Yuan, while casting a cold glance toward Lin Xiao in the hall.

Lin Ruoxin sat down, leaning gently against the tree trunk, smiling wryly. She had seen her own beauty, but fate had played a cruel joke, leaving her with imperfections that robbed her of flawlessness.

“Impossible! This is absolutely impossible!” The man in black immediately dismissed the absurd thought.

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“What exactly is going on? When I arrived, I saw a graveyard, but it didn’t seem to belong to our village,” Li Muyu inquired.

Moreover, he was formidable, yet he spoke of imperial power with such casual ease—could that be too arrogant or frivolous?

Zhao Shiyue casually extended her hand again, a naive smile on her face, her hopeful gaze tinged with a hint of unease.

Despite murmurs of discontent, the soldiers steadfastly followed the king, advancing toward the army of undead shrouded in the rain.

Later, after exhaustive inquiries, they finally discovered the exact location of the pet shop and only now found time to come.

At this moment within the Shanhai Sect, voices rose in a cacophony of speculation. From the elders secluded in meditation to the outer disciples guarding the gates, all eyes were fixed toward the horizon.

By now, An Yi had already amassed eleven points tokens. She wasn’t sure if this was a large or small amount, having never compared with others. But if measured against the total, she held about a tenth, which sounded considerable.

Thanks to her wealthy family, He Saifei waived herbal fees for some patients each year, even thoughtfully providing fabric and grain for the New Year.

Dark shadows of hands covered Mi’er’s delicate face. Seeing her master raise his hand, Mi’er neither dodged nor flinched. She closed her eyes, willing to endure. Yet this only intensified Baili Wuxiang’s anger.

Though the ingredients were not abundant, their variety was fairly complete. Based on Zhao Shiyue’s usual orders, I guessed the dishes she might prefer and got to work.

Her gaze bore neither despair nor hope, no joy nor sorrow—devoid of any trace of humanity, like an animal frozen in ice.

As the sound waves spread, the thunderous roar of the stormy waves strangely rippled with irregular patterns.