Volume 1, Chapter 44: People are Just This Humble in Front of Money

Initially, out of gratitude, she accepted everything without refusal. However, as his advances grew increasingly intense, she began to avoid him, for by that time, she and Zhang Wei were already betrothed.

In an instant, a strong, jubilant emotion rushed straight to her head, and many words that had previously remained unsaid surged to her throat. She was a mere fraction of an inch away from blurting them all out.

Zhong Chidu could not help but let out a cold laugh, casting a side-long glance at him that clearly telegraphed: "Keep pretending! Just keep right on pretending!"

Li Eryou slumped down heavily onto the ground, but looking at the scattered weapons all around him, he could no longer muster any joy.

This was because the place was none of other than the Demon Suppression Bureau, an institution dedicated to maintaining stability within the Great Qin Empire, whose primary responsibility was to eradicate demons, phantoms, and weird entities, alongside a few other auxiliary duties.

"I want to break off my engagement with the Third Prince!" After hesitating repeatedly, Long Yurou finally mustered the resolve to voice the desire that had long been buried deep within her heart.

The fifty soldiers selected from the Red Arrow Brigade to participate in the assessment were all assembled on the training ground of a base deep within Wulong Mountain.

An Li looked up in astonishment as the man approached step by step, adjusting his sleeve cuffs, his eyes seemingly brimming with suppressed fury.

He had never expected that Chen Shanming, a veteran special forces operative, would lose to Lei Ming in a one-on-one confrontation, especially in the most direct form of hand-to-hand combat.

Only then did everyone realize why they had just had that kind of conversation; the song's title was utterly ridiculous.

Wu Jie swept his gaze across the area, and sure enough, human bones lay scattered on the ground nearby. It was hard to imagine how this old man had managed to survive by consuming the flesh of his own compatriots.

Qin Ming looked on with utmost concentration, deducing that this was likely the location of the third jade stele. He widened his eyes, imprinting every single minute detail firmly into his mind.

One had to acknowledge that although his subconsciousness resisted any further real-world interactions with Xiang Yi to avoid being unfair to Nangong Xue, deep down in his bones, he had already accepted her.

With the backing of Princess Iron Fan, Wu Jie did not hesitate to gather his three thousand subordinates and issue the command for "marching and drill practice." The moment the order was given, a wave of uproar and dissatisfaction rippled through the ranks. However, as everyone in the Flying Tiger Regiment had already witnessed Wu Jie's iron-fisted ruthlessness, not a single person dared to voice any opposition.

"So be it. It would be even better if some divine-tier experts were to show up, so we might take the opportunity to slaughter one or two of them," the Golden-Patterned Divine Monkey chuckled.

Shui Qing had merely spoken casually at first, intending to be playful and mischievous, but she never expected the old master to actually agree to teach her half of it. It came as a complete surprise. Had she continued to press the issue relentlessly, the joke would have gone too far, leaving her with no choice but to say yes.

"Such a high-and-mighty attitude, showing up only now when the sect master has summoned a meeting," a provocative voice chimed in.

At that moment, Long Xuan was also envisioning a triumphant future. Although success was still a long way off, there was no denying that once their plan came to fruition, whether the mortal realm would be affected remained uncertain, but the realm of cultivation would undoubtedly be plunged into a sea of blood.

In truth, the roar from the boss monster just now had already drawn nearby monsters closer; if I didn't leave now, I would end up being swarmed.

With a swift kick to the boss's corpse, a massive pile of gold coins materialized before my eyes. It seemed this fellow had previously extorted plenty of grease from the common folk in Thunder City. No wonder Sophie refused to entrust him with heavy responsibilities; if it were me, I might have demoted him by three ranks straight away.

Were they truly lovers? Recalling the events of last night, could she really feel nothing for him at all? Was her cooperation yesterday purely driven by that ten million? Pain—an intense, overwhelming pain—flooded his heart.

The previously quiet surroundings gradually grew lively, as pairs and trios of maids and servants bowed to greet her from time to time.

It was not a denial of that film, but rather a pure reluctance to take a detour. When superior options existed, why settle for inferior ones?

"Could it be that I opened it the wrong way?" muttering to himself, Luo Gangdao crawled back toward the cockpit, closed the door, pressed his palms together in silent prayer, and then opened it once more.

It was not until nightfall, when dozens of fleeing wretches sought refuge here, that all these mysteries were readily solved.

He had sworn an oath never to force her into anything. If he truly proved incapable of making her fall in love with him again, his only course of action would be to let go.

A protagonist who constantly defies the heavens and slaughters everything in their path is not a true hero, but a madman. Once they fail, they are cast into the bottomless abyss, forever unable to rise again.

When unearthing the skeleton earlier, Landon had already touched it, but back then, driven by an excessive urgency to dig out the entire structure and behold its complete form, he had overlooked many details, paying no heed whatsoever to the patterns inscribed upon the bones.

"Young Master, are you holding up all right...?" A youth dressed as a servant watched Jiang Qi and his party leave the reviewing stand and head toward the newly constructed tents, then hurried over to support Jiang Feng with a look of concern.

Zhang Ruofeng's magnetic voice drifted out slowly, his lyrics instantly capturing the hearts of every audience member present.

The giant hand pursued the Qi-transformed viper like persistent tarsal ticks, producing a sizzling sound as the two forces locked in a stalemate.

Mian Mo gazed solemnly at the Qishibu, whose fierce eyes likewise stared unblinkingly back at the human camp.

Chen Feng was like a parched traveler plunged into an ocean of sweet springs, frantically devouring the nourishing liquid. Every single sword stance and every trace of sword Qi held profound insights into the Way of the Sword for him.

"You've run into them, so you've run into them. Could it possibly warrant throwing such a monumental tantrum over a trivial matter?" Granny Wu's expression grew increasingly stern.

Finally, after slaying several formidable human cultivators, the Earth-grade top-tier Gryphon locked its gaze upon the two late-Divine Transformation stage powerhouses, Xu Zhaotian and Zhao Zhen.

"Isn't this too much of a coincidence? We just happened to be planning a trip to Pangu River earlier," Yang Jian muttered suspiciously. With so many bizarre occurrences under his belt, anyone would tend to overthink things.

Scanning his eyes across the pitch-black space, he could only sense that something was etched onto the ground, though it remained obscured in the dark. Presumably, those carvings were the source of the earlier radiance.

Stepping from peak-tier mortal cultivation into the realm of a Grand Cultivator was a monumental leap, during which no practitioner could afford even the slightest distraction. Ordinarily, anyone attempting to breach such a grand boundary required senior practitioners to guard their perimeter or needed to conceal themselves within the safest and most secluded sanctuary of their sect.

The man was clad in rough homespun fabric with short sleeves, several patches exposed on his attire. The lines on his face were deeply weathered, complementing his ash-stained cheeks. Resting beside his feet was a carrying pole, one end empty while the other bore a tied bundle of firewood. He was simply a morning woodcutter bustling to earn his three daily meals, hoping to fetch a good price at the early market.

Daoyan glanced at Xia Mingfeng, catching the fighting spirit blazing in those eyes, then offered a slight smile without giving a verbal reply.

Jiang Mengyu smoothly retorted, "You have the nerve to bring that up? After that incident with Ye Rongxin last time, my old man locked me inside the house for days, nearly forcing me to swear on oath that we weren't the ones who kidnapped her."