Chapter 121: Direct Disregard

Li Jiuwei and Feng Su left together, while behind them, Feng Huang gazed at their departing figures. Her lips curved subtly upward.

Just as Feng Huang stepped through the doorway, she encountered her father and addressed him calmly, “Dad.”

“Feng Huang, Feng Su is your brother, your own flesh and blood. You just tried to take his life,” her father said, his reproachful gaze fixed upon her, having witnessed everything.

“But he didn’t die, did he?”

“Feng Huang!” he cried.

Chess is a game of momentum—Lin Chu had concluded that as long as one’s side held the lead in moves, losing a piece or two mattered little to the outcome.

The weather had been exceptionally clear lately, with hardly any rainy days. Under abundant sunlight and attentive care, the cotton harvest was bountiful.

Pretending, humiliating, politely refusing, then hyping up the “goods”—these were all part of my carefully designed service procedures.

For cultivators, building a residence or sanctuary could indeed be accomplished single-handedly, but such a task could not be finished with a mere wave of the hand.

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Hotpot broth comes in many varieties—there are clear broths, spicy broths, all simmered from various animal bones and infused with herbs, delicious and nourishing.

The attendant sent back earlier to report described the precinct of the Suppression Bureau as terrifying as the palace of the King of Hell.

Forget ascending to immortality; throughout history, those who reached the Great Perfection realm invariably became emperors and saints. In today’s Divine Continent, where spiritual power is scarce and the world is dazzling and strange, even the inner demons spawned by the Illusion-Breaking realm have felled most who aspired to greatness.

He had walked this path for over two months, encountering few people; after so long, even the sound of the wind felt familiar.

With a final terrifying crash, the door collapsed. Dim light poured in, harsh against the darkness of the room. This light, coming from an unknown source, cast a twisted human silhouette upon the pure white walls, as though it were brewing an atmosphere of terror.

“Hey, Minai, what are you thinking about?” Ji Qingcheng glared fiercely at Ji Minai. Judging by Ji Minai’s expression, she knew her nephew was definitely not up to anything good.

Sun Mo stood nearby, sighing inwardly that Nan Shu was truly a stunning beauty, and she especially noticed Nan Shu’s graceful bearing.

Wu Wanyi heard that Chang Xing was preparing to leave early for Hong Kong, and was deeply saddened. She wasn’t ready for her family to be parted again.

In Lower Yellow Heaven, such herbal shops were frequented only by those of high status; ordinary folk had no right to purchase these spiritual wares, and even if they could, they needed official approval.

The people of the Six Realms craned their necks until they ached, unable to see any outcome. They simply returned to their homes and mothers, ate and drank their fill, then came back out to watch the battle.

US dollars were exceedingly scarce domestically. Even if one wished to exchange them on the black market, connections were required; otherwise, no one would help you so easily.

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News of Yang Xu’s predicament spread like wildfire throughout the Linglong Realm, carried by those with ulterior motives.

It was enveloped in radiant light, governed by mysterious devouring laws, circling like a dragon or a flood serpent.

“What happened that struck you so deeply?” Lei Qianqian finally couldn’t help but ask the burning question, though she regretted it as soon as the words left her lips.

“Mr. Qian, we’re almost done. I can handle the rest. You should listen to Madam and get some rest,” Wang Ping said, looking at the anguished Zhang Lingyue.

“My mother?” Di Baobao was caught off guard by the sudden question.

One in a hundred million could turn an ordinary person into a puddle of mud, and one in ten million could shatter a person’s spirit and soul.

“Hey, with this spirit bead upgraded, even the space inside looks much better! Not bad, not bad!” Lu Qingyu strolled with hands behind his back, inspecting the place.

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