Chapter Fifty-Four: Speaking Nonsense

Vivian and Shu Yiming nearly burst out laughing when they heard this. Shu Yiming really couldn’t stand it anymore, so he waved his hand and said, “You say your father works at the Grain Bureau? Well, I happen to know him too. Tell you what, did you bring your phone? Call your father and tell him I’m here having dinner. I forgot to tell you my name—it's Shu Yiming.”

Upon hearing this, Li Yiming suddenly felt the situation...

I was startled and didn’t care about anything else—I rushed straight to the reporters. Since they wished for Ren Qianchang not to appear, then I would insist that Ren Qianchang show up. Only in the open, in front of everyone, would they refrain from playing dirty tricks.

With a thunderous sound, the giant rocks in the cave trembled and finally began to collapse completely. Du Baiyun and Yang Xiao were swallowed up by the cave in an instant.

Lin Ruoying snapped back to herself and quickly looked at Wu Yi, suddenly regaining her voice and shouting loudly.

Divine Demon Body Refining is a cultivation method derived from gods and demons, pushing the body to its extreme, rivaling their strength.

If Ma Teng were not the direct culprit in the destruction of the Northern Yi, perhaps she would consider turning falsehood into truth. Unfortunately, in this lifetime, he was destined to be her enemy. She was fated to wound him deeply once more.

“Who told you I was afraid?” Qi Mingye turned around, leaving Yan Yezhe behind, and strode straight into the hotel.

Just as we turned to leave the courtyard, we both saw Old Master Ren in the corridor. He leaned on a cane, his wrinkled face full of grief, as if he might burst into tears at any moment.

Seeing Tong Xin, pale as paper and weak on the bed, Xin Qing gently stroked her forehead with pain in her heart. Watching Tong Xin suffer, she felt a hundred times worse herself.

“Don’t look.” In my ear, that steady, composed voice sounded. But for the first time, Bai Xiang heard a tremor in Senior Leng Xiao’s voice.

Upon hearing Jiang Huairen’s words, Ma Yunfu and Qian Ruyi only drank two cups, not daring to have more. Still, they asked Miao Yixing to prepare some to take home.

“How about this? I’ll make the call: we’ll split the pills forty-sixty. What do you think?” Xuan Yuanhong could never offer ten top-grade spirit stones, so he changed the two-eight split to forty-sixty.

“Thank you, Master.” Fu Bo was a bit moved, not expecting to receive the pills. He took them and left immediately.

Thus, the saying “each generation brings forth new talents” was vividly enacted by cultivators in Jingmen.

After Wu Tian finished speaking, the vast green stone plaza suddenly ignited like a sheet of green paper, burning from the center outward. It gradually turned to white ash, which spiraled upward, forming a stairway to the sky. At the top of the stairs hung an enormous crystal sphere.

“Hmph, playing tricks!” Nangong Ji was certainly not afraid. This was within the capital, and he was heading there soon—it happened to be a valley with a large waterfall not far from his home.

“Yes!” the four answered solemnly. Perhaps in other sects, opportunity outweighed the lives of fellow disciples, but in the Longevity Sect, comrades were paramount, absolutely, for they were truly a family.

She could occasionally glimpse scenes from the near future, foresee dangers and opportunities—an extraordinary ability. Cai Jingqi never told anyone; she knew if her gift was discovered, her future might not be bright, so she kept it secret.

At the southern port, dozens of ships floated on the sea. Soldiers of the South China Army gazed skyward, that single figure making it hard for them to breathe. Countless people stared in awe, swallowing nervously, not daring to make a sound.

Li Bing smiled and placed the envelope on the table. “Director Ma, you’ve misunderstood. Here’s how things really happened—would you hear me out?”