Whenever a man stirs up trouble, there must be something wicked about him.

Following the directions on the map, Chu Yi and the others drove to an abandoned mine on the outskirts. The place was extremely remote, devoid of any trace of human presence or even wild beasts.

Liu Mo did not care to hide his words from the others. Everyone present in the hall possessed a certain level of cultivation, and upon hearing him, they became as curious as Xie Yan. Yet, given the bloodless coup that had just unfolded, the atmosphere was tense and cold; only Xie Yan dared to ask aloud at such a moment.

There was no need for the workers to make an entire piece from start to finish. Ye Man had conceived of dividing the tasks: some would cut the fabric, some would embroider, and others would do the stitching.

“Senior, I am a disciple of Hidden Mist Peak. I inadvertently offended you—please, I beg your forgiveness!” Li Shi forced himself to speak despite his fear.

Just as the servant was about to speak, they saw me following closely behind Xi Jinrong, and everyone froze, including the mute who stood there in shock.

Wang Caichun was inwardly distressed; she truly didn’t want to make such a spectacle of things, but since it was an official statement, she had no choice but to share it.

The Hui people wash their faces without a basin, instead pouring water from a kettle into one hand and using it to wash. Xiangzi felt awkward at first, but eventually managed to mimic the big man and wash his face.

The restriction token Akun had given her was the key to unlocking the passageway beneath the Green Garment Tower. Xiao Sa had not anticipated this at all. After a moment’s silence, seeing Shang Wuqing give a nod, Xiao Sa handed the token to the Nightmare Demon.

As for the notion of him pursuing her—she simply didn’t believe it. Helping his sister bully her, or seeking revenge, now that seemed possible.

What truly startled her were the implications in Li Yuhui’s mad ramblings. The information sent chills down her spine. She couldn’t tell if his words were true, but fervently hoped none of it was real.

“Very well, the carriage is ready. Will you ride with me, or would you prefer one to yourself?” Ying Xue’s eyes sparkled as she asked.

“In the end, this is a world of cultivators, not the mundane world. That’s why wealth isn’t so impressive here. In the world of warriors, strength is all that matters!” Yi Ge recalled the bitter days of his past and spoke with emotion.

“Su Ruoyao, do you prefer sunny days or rain?” Zheng Yanzhong rose to his feet and began chatting with her about whatever came to mind.

“Father…” Upon hearing his father’s question, the Masked Jade Ghost could only call out helplessly. At that moment, he did not know what else he could possibly say.

After walking several dozen meters, Su Mu let out a breath. As he stepped from the tunnel entrance onto the hard, dry rock, before him—through the thick, fog-like chill—appeared a giant platform nearly thirty feet in diameter.

Cheng Yanzhong was a bit perplexed—why did the dean and Ruoyao place so much importance on the first night? Wasn’t this a modern era? Did it still matter so much?

It was really the fault of those fools—they could have chosen anyone to rob, but they just had to try to steal from the ancestor of bandits. They were asking for trouble.

Looking back at his two companions, Su Mu glanced at the young cultivator whose name he didn’t know, then his eyes settled on Bai Fan, who smiled awkwardly.

The middle-aged cultivator then split off a strand of his consciousness, inserted it into the great spirit-attracting disk, erased the old man’s presence there, and merged his own, beginning to refine the artifact.

Lin Huanle drew a sharp breath—this was far beyond what he’d expected. He’d thought the visitor was only interested in the photo’s style, perhaps for a movie poster, but now it seemed it was something else entirely.

“What? Cleaning up again? The high school entrance exams are almost here—how can we be expected to do chores?” the students grumbled.

“Ha! I’ll fight you to the end—I won’t let you be so arrogant!” Master Kongwu, the Buddhist monk, roared. He’d already admitted defeat, knowing he was outmatched, but he could not simply sit by and watch Shaolin be so brazenly insulted.

After careful thought, Mu Yan decided to observe the situation from outside first. At the entrance, she glanced around and found that the police had already begun to assign some officers to enter the branch through the staff entrance, planning to attack from behind and rescue the hostages when the criminals least expected it.

They hadn’t gone far when a centipede more than two meters long suddenly slithered out from a crack in the rocks. It was a level-sixty monster.

However, the city guard had to investigate the Lei family, where remnants of the Blood Serpent Bandits were likely still in hiding.

This sudden turn of events caught Ling Feng, who had been preparing to enjoy himself, completely off guard. His expression froze.

Under the dark red night sky, thin mists still shrouded the entire military camp, and the bloodstained spring continued to gush forth its crimson waters.

Many now understood the importance of unobstructed roads, and in Shu, wealth was rapidly accumulating. These talented people were Wang Chen’s foundation; they set up workshops across the country, and taxes were never neglected. That was Wang Chen’s principle: political support was permissible, but tax exemptions were not.

Feeling pleased with herself, she began gathering ingredients. This really was a grand restaurant—every spice imaginable was available. She wasn’t a chef, but she knew all the KFC recipes by heart, having worked part-time at a KFC during college.

Wang Kailuo was adamant: absolutely not. It was obvious there was something fishy about the request—plain extortion.

Sensing the person beside him trembling, Lu Jingfei didn’t know where his courage came from, but he spoke up boldly.

“Good things are expensive! That’s understandable. Practice more when you get home, get used to it.” With forty-eight thousand just deducted from his card, Mo Yu winced in pain.

Thanks to the timely collection by Brother Cai with his bamboo tube, the old rascal, despite several attacks, never managed to profit. Left with nothing, he had to pause and search anew for the group’s location.

After all, no one had high hopes for this father and son; subconsciously, the third branch and his son were already seen as the next in line for power.

After landing, the angel aimed a predictive Q in the monkey’s direction, and unexpectedly, it struck the invisible monkey in the open space before the defense tower.