Volume 1 Chapter 32: The Radiant Young Lady and the Capitalist

After this mission ends, I’ll go back to investigate. Otherwise, Meng feels she must arrange for Qiong to become the fifth Tianyou.

Well, calculating the destructive power of a nuclear explosion does come in handy sometimes. For example, next time I’ll need to be thousands of kilometers farther away. The power is another matter, but the sound—truly immense, overwhelming.

Cheng Lin suddenly fell silent, clutching her stomach. Cultivators who practice fasting do not feel hunger, let alone stomachs growling.

Spirit summoning, like his unique ability, cannot be done casually or anywhere; it is governed by some mysterious rules and strict limitations.

If an outsider were here without seeing Ye Qiu’s move, at first glance, they would definitely assume the vase already had a hole.

In an instant, a thickened snake-shaped electric pattern rose from his chest, coiling tightly around him, binding him firmly.

That roar exploded like thunder in Yang Ze’s ears. The contract power within the Flower-Picking Lord surged to its peak, bursting forth from her body with overwhelming momentum toward Yang Ze.

Without the forest’s dust, my achievements in Nan Jian would shine as brightly as the sun. But compared to the forest’s dust, I am but a star, and the forest’s dust the sun. Its light is overshadowed by the forest’s dust.

“I?” Linglong said lazily, her aura sharp as needles, yet aside from the laziness, it was hard to reconcile this with the original Linglong.

The waiter was truly stunned by Yu Chengfeng, who was even more beautiful than himself, his gaze dazed as he stared straight at Yu Chengfeng’s face.

As for the Lord of the Dragon Soaring Hall, no one but the Chinese leaders knew who he was, much less dared to give him orders.

Recalling the past, Su Ruoxie had indeed deliberately kept her distance from me. When sleeping, any accidental movement or touch was swiftly withdrawn without lingering.

“No, no, you eat with your mother.” Old Madam Su waved her hand. She was actually reluctant to spend money; having lived frugally all her life, she still couldn’t get used to buying snacks even though she was now wealthy.

After all, who truly shares the same heart and mind? Who trusts whom? In the Middle Thousand World, intrigue and scheming had long become a necessity. Anyone who truly trusted another was a fool.

“Young Master Xiong, are we about to take action?” Zhou Niler’s face lit up with excitement as he asked eagerly.

The stomach was removed and cut open. Instantly, a strong smell of alcohol mixed with the sour stench of digestive matter spread. Even Chen Zeyun couldn’t help but gag. He turned his gaze to Cui Ning, who frowned deeply, staring unblinkingly at the filth inside the wooden barrel.

Such painstaking scheming also proved that the Celestial God was clearly unable to interfere with the cultivation and development of humans in the Xuanhuang Great World.

“That’s probably it.” Cui Kuang answered perfunctorily. He had to be so; there were many things he did not understand, and even if he did, it was not appropriate to explain in detail.

The half-saints hesitated briefly, then nodded one after another. Their immense, ocean-like auras surged toward the sky. Fifteen half-saints’ energies shot straight up, more terrifying still, while hundreds of Beast Emperors and Spirit Emperors also erupted with their might.

All eight Emperors were slain or subdued. Such a result exceeded the sea beast tribe’s imagination—it felt as if the sky had fallen.

However, as capital accumulated, the ambitions of the Murong family members gradually expanded. They wanted more cultivators to help their family conquer the world and strengthen their clan. Unable to rely on large-scale cultivation reproduction, they turned their thoughts to creating cultivators out of thin air.

When Qin Tai and he met thirty years ago, both were at the Half-Heaven Realm, their cultivation levels evenly matched. Although he sensed Qin Tai had reached the Heaven Realm, he still wanted to try, so he struck first.

Slimly seated nearby, she smiled as she watched the two eat, as if enjoying a splendid artistic performance.

After administering the atropine injection to Li Qiang, J walked down to the bottom of the stairs. She glanced through the glass by the door, then looked back at Li Qiang descending and waved to him.

Tong Hua nodded, signaling that she had remembered Qin Tian’s words. She looked at Qin Tian with reluctance.

The next day, his mother came to his bedside. Though her face showed the weariness of caring for him, there was a hint of curiosity in her eyes as she asked.

“What do you say we do?” The Taoist Lu and the old man immediately turned the question to Feng Hao.

Sun Li dared not look back, but she knew without looking that Mu Qingyu was likely not far behind.

Along the way, fortunately no acquaintances appeared. Yet when she reached the house, she paused. The bright red character for joy on the door pricked Ye Feiyang’s heart painfully.

The Jian Ning Emperor dispatched thirty thousand troops to Zhou Shiyang, who did not quell the rebellion but instead blocked the mountain pass of Tong City with eight thousand iron cavalry.

Those men dared not show displeasure; they still wore smiles. After all, he now controlled the supply of goods to over half the Luoyang market. To do business, many had to seek supplies from Qian Taishao; others would not do.

Since Zhang Xingxing had already been granted leave, Luo Qi had no choice but to swallow back the words on her tongue.

“Forget it, bring Lin Yang up here. I have some questions to ask him,” Zhang Qiang waved his hand.

He had grown up this way. Anyone who dared to disrespect him was dead. However, Mo Yao and the others were clearly not to be trifled with. He, a junior disciple of the Hundred Flowers Sect who had spent countless resources to reach the third-rank Spirit King, did not dare provoke them without elder protection.