Volume 1, Chapter 57: Was That Ye Zhaoying Stepping Out of Lu Jingchen's Car?

Ye Qianyao lowered her eyelids to conceal the amusement in her eyes, her voice soft and understanding as she said, "Why don't... I give a call to ask?"

Ye Qianyao made the call, then deliberately hung up quietly before raising her gaze, her eyes brimming with a delicate mist of tears that could easily arouse anyone's pity.

Naturally, someone had reported to her about the recent meeting between Zhao Fusheng and Xia Zijun, and Zhao Fusheng had also told her all about Xia Zijun.

Although Haka's strength was nothing out of the ordinary, his soul was quite powerful and pure, making it a most delightful feast for Claudia.

If the entertainment industry lacked suitable candidates, they would simply look to the common folk; Zhang Jizhong's shift in mindset seemed entirely logical and reasonable.

Through hundreds of millions of years of accumulation, there were very few waters in this world that could rival the extreme purity of the water element in the far north.

Therefore, standing on ceremony, he directly activated the Wheel of Samsara's Eye, borrowing the supreme-god-level divine power left behind by the Nether Lord Ah Cha within the River of Forgetfulness of the Yellow Springs.

Lacking the capability to protect such immense wealth, they were bound to end up as nothing more than fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered.

Knowing that he had spoken out of turn, Ma Junxi broke out in a cold sweat, feeling as though Lord Cui Yu sitting on the high bench might execute him at any second.

The interrogation concluded with a grim expression on Jiana's face. According to the intelligence she had gathered from the questioning, a coup had taken place in Stormwind City. Whether the Varian appearing in the royal palace was an impostor or under mind control, something was gravely amiss, and the current situation was highly unfavorable for Claudia as well.

To avoid having my senior martial brothers discover that we were gambling, I packed all the money into a bag and took it away, instructing the participating disciples to come to my room to collect their winnings after the competition.

The Third Elder's fingers trembled as he pointed at Zhang Tian, utterly speechless, whether out of sheer terror or something else.

Encircling his fists was a halo of white light that radiated a dazzling brilliance, within which surged an unmatched, tyrannical power capable of shaking the earth and atmosphere, triggering tsunamis, avalanches, and even terrifying forces of utter destruction.

Though filled with indignation inside, remembering that he came bearing a mission, he knew that failing it would mean far worse consequences for the Taiji than merely an ugly expression.

With a gentle push from Cang Yun, the heavy doors offered little resistance as they slowly swung open. Stepping inside, the very first sight that greeted him was the former Qingjian Taoist Temple—that dilapidated Qingjian Taoist Temple—as a wave of familiar nostalgia rushed over him.

After a moment of reflection, Zhang Zhijie felt like bursting into tears. Had his demands really sunk so low that merely having the right to know was considered enough?

Jin Xiuying laughed heartily, spreading her hands toward the crowd. "Big brother, Ah Jun lost the game of Russian roulette; do you really think he'd still be sitting here in one piece?"

"Brother Xing seems to still be in seclusion..." Liu Peng said, gazing at Zhang Xingxing's tightly shut door.

The Governor-General had routed the cavalry of the Uriankhai Three Guards with a mere force of fifteen thousand musketeers. The thought that Xuanfu would soon possess ten thousand such musketeers struck both men with an overwhelming wave of ecstasy.

With no inkling of what was transpiring, the crowd could only focus their attention and push their speed to the absolute limit, dodging the boulders that might crash down from the distant horizon at any moment, as well as the terrifying spatial blades.

Boluo watched in a daze, wondering inwardly how Cang Yun had become so fiercely formidable. Given the toughness of the Peacock Myogoku's feathers, it was virtually impossible for a quasi-sovereign to injure its foundation, yet why had Cang Yun's fierce strike proved so effective? Moreover, the magical treasure in Cang Yun's grip was entirely unrecognizable.

"Trying to run? After them!" Feng Rui and An Wushang exchanged glances, motioning to the score of remaining Nine Abysses Cult members as they plunged straight down into the deep pit. Pitch-black dharma bodies materialized behind them, and the howling winds of the abyss were instantly drowned out by a chorus of wretched shrieks.

"Thank you, monitor! I, Liu Hai, kowtow to you!" Liu Hai's head struck the hard earth with a heavy thud, blood instantly welling up from his forehead.