Volume One, Chapter 27: Someone Targets the Jiang Family

“It’s probably just being influenced by those around you,” Yun Fan laughed slyly, his words carrying a double meaning and a hint of implication.

“So you’re the mistress. Greetings from Liyue!” She arched her brows at Ding Junmo standing at the doorway, as if to say: it takes a villain to deal with a villain.

The origin of human cards came from card beasts. But after the rules of cards were discovered, humans were able to create various ability cards independently, even without relying on card beasts. Once the combat card device was invented, the balance of power between humans and card beasts began to shift.

Watching Gao Pingjing’s incredibly swift movements, Luo Tong couldn’t help but twitch his lips. This guy was absolutely an expert at running away.

A cold gleam flashed in the iguana’s eyes. With a leap, it gripped its hands together, and a blade of spiritual energy radiating a crimson glow materialized in its grasp.

Zhang Qiang walked to the prisoner’s table and sat down. The prison guard locked his feet to the four iron legs of the table, then shut the door and left.

Xiao Tao, Qu Qingying, and Jiang Yichen had to keep retreating. They dared not let the Korean evaluator approach; he was a martial arts master of the Divine Realm. If he got close, they would stand no chance of surviving.

“Leave Liancheng to me, just for tonight. Boss, surely you won’t refuse me this favor?” Director Zhang tried to curry favor.

When Qing Yan entered, she found Gong Heqiu sitting in a chair, eyes closed, resting. The old butler had told her Gong Heqiu had coughed blood, which made Qing Yan secretly glad, thinking her words that day must have had an effect. Perhaps he had discovered Lady Gong’s affair with Su Mu.

Centered on the mountain, the water within twenty meters of his feet was crystal clear, but beyond that radius it turned pitch black. The tangled black hair surged everywhere, colliding and squeezing together, swirling around the perimeter, slowly forming a larger vortex.

If one didn’t know what they were discussing, it would be easy to mistake Ye Kai’s words for a confession, and Bai He’s expression could similarly be misconstrued as genuine affection.

What a magnificent tree this was—most importantly, it was the Sacred Fruit Tree! Perhaps in this world there were many such grand trees, yet they were lifeless and dull. But the Sacred Fruit Tree was different, seeming almost sentient.

Yu Lingyong cared not in the slightest. His spear, like a whip, lashed fiercely at the giant serpent’s head.

“Ding dong, congratulations, Host: your cultivation has reached the mid-stage of the Quasi-Saint Mirror, lower grade,” the system notification sounded.

“There is some, but… but only a little porridge is left! The rest of the dishes, well… I threw them out!” Qing Qing said, somewhat conflicted.

Ji Lan nodded obediently in Xu Bao’s arms. Xu Bao glanced at the time, then carried his beloved toward the bed.

“Qin Tianzun, why must you go so far, exterminating all our martial forces? What good will it do you?” An elderly member of the Duanmu clan, white-haired and dignified, asked with a smile.

Ye Feng didn’t mention Elder Xu, instead watching him with a playful gaze, which made Elder Xu’s expression darken even further. But Elder Xu knew better than to speak at this moment, lest he end up embarrassed.

Earlier, they had regarded Qin Feng as a mere ant among humans, a wretched worm. Even when Qin Feng’s sword light struck down their kin, they felt no fear, confident that he could never kill them.

How to describe it? The atmosphere in the room was very strange, suffused with a certain alluring and sensual undertone.

On this point, Han Feng was not exaggerating in the least. After all, Piaomiao ranked among the top five in the Nine-Key Heavenly Chapter, and her aptitude for cultivation was beyond question.

As for when Li Xinran started buying and selling behind everyone’s back, how would she know? She wasn’t keeping watch on her day and night.

Oh no—Chu He’s expression changed slightly when he saw the Succubus Emperor’s reaction, and he hurriedly withdrew his heavy pupils.

He had tried many ways, but could never die—at most, he’d get hurt. This left him frustrated and annoyed.

Those who knew of the Four Saints Sect were shocked at Zixuan’s words. They stared in awe at the endless stretch of palaces before them, finally focusing their attention on the jade bridge gate not far ahead.

Zhang Junhao was very excited. He had just been about to get his cigarettes from the car, but seeing the Wang family disembark in the villa courtyard, he hurried back to report.

After such a long period of refining, Qin Feng’s alchemy felt as if it had reached its peak.

The Fourth Prince mused inwardly, surprised that the children of the Li household were so eloquent.

Tang Qinghan paused. Today’s Chu lacked that murderous aura, and instead seemed to be searching for something.

Earlier, she thought since the newcomer would have to start with basics, and her own foundations were solid, she could teach for a while.

Led by Dapeng, Yang Tianlong and his group returned to the lobby on the first floor. This time, Monk Suren’s face looked as if he’d just emerged from a bath—his expression was filled with exhaustion.

Ya strode into the courtyard. Arriving outside Yu Zi’s residence, he dismissed the wandering guards and entered with confident steps.

Upon Yang Tianlong’s questioning, Li Weimin considered for a moment before saying that the background of the group needed investigation, but there was simply too little evidence, making progress impossible.

“Well done! Good job!” The crowd of townsfolk erupted in cheers, while Leng Qi’s brows furrowed ever tighter. The people’s hearts were with them now—but what about later? What would happen when they let Lai Tiebo go?