Chapter Sixty-Eight: The Changing of Hands in the Office of the Eighth Ravine

Before I could escape the gate of the funeral home, I felt an enormous force tugging at my clothes from behind, as if I were thrown off balance in a backward somersault, crashing to the ground and nearly fainting. My body seemed pressed under the weight of Mount Tai, utterly unable to move. In a flash, two men appeared before me, both clad in black Zhongshan suits—one elderly, one young. The older man had snow-white hair and beard, nostrils turned upward, and on his forehead was engraved the character "great."

The grand tent fell instantly silent. Aside from Li Xiuning and He Panren, everyone else couldn't help but change their expression. A draw meant either both sides would stop, or the contest would continue until someone lost their temper or admitted defeat. Yun's hand rested lightly on Luo Yaofeng's slender waist, gently kneading as he probed her divine power. The world of ideas in South Goryeo was in turmoil; the people had no clue what was happening. Just a few years ago, they were still propagating hostility toward the Huaxia nation—how had things changed so dramatically?

As long as Ke Bi Huang returned and guided the Gu poison from Mother Yang's body into Jia Duoduo for digestion, Jia Duoduo's cultivation would increase, and Mother Yang's health would be restored—a win-win situation. All the nine-tailed foxes clustered around their three kings, hurrying toward the mountaintop. The butterfly throne of white fur transformed into a suit of armor, worn upon the body, adding both momentum and grace.

Her face was obscured by the ball in the photo, but Yang Xuan still recognized her from the details of her clothing and earrings. And since it was he who went looking for her yesterday, he had seen her from afar beneath the tree with a man—he knew at a glance it was himself. After so long in Sui, Zhou Cheng was unfazed by the deadly rain of falling leaves—a method of murder. Taking a deep breath, he advanced instead of retreating, pointing with a whistling force straight to the heart of the swirling leaves.

Who could endure a fickle man like Wu Tianhao? She would never push a friend into such a pit. Gossip flowed freely, all topics surfaced, but no one mentioned the Lin family distributing the reward silver to the villagers. Yet when Chen Cheng revealed his Complete Reality Swordsmanship, Sun Mengfei felt an unprecedented pressure. Still, she was self-aware, knowing she wasn't very skilled, so she didn't argue much.

What could be better than following her senior brother? One stroke of luck could add twenty years to her life. Seeing Zai Chun silent, Yi Yan slapped Zai Cheng, who was kneeling, so hard he spun several times in place. Zai Chun reasoned that Gao Qing had never clashed with the Easterners, so it couldn't be direct provocation.

Seeing the wreckage of the Rolls-Royce before them, someone mustered the courage to try opening the door—for their employer had insisted, even at the cost of death, they must see the person.

The vegetable garden was right by the house. Upon hearing the commotion, she rushed back at once. Though she knew well enough what her family was like, she was still so angry she nearly ground her teeth to dust. "What confuses me," Lin Duo'er continued, "is that you're so outstanding, Sister Yi—so beautiful, from such a remarkable family. You could have your pick of men—why did you choose him?"

He understood that the poison Ye Yuelong administered was surely no ordinary toxin; the hospital would be powerless. Panting, Fang Yu picked up the rusty sword and fetched a cloth from his system space to wipe it clean. The bull, seeing Gu Shuo charging straight at it without hesitation, bellowed fiercely and charged back.

The price of the Chinese Black Diamond Card soared, reaching a staggering six million six hundred sixty-six thousand yuan for purchase and processing. Qin Feng had no objection; after swearing an oath with the artifact spirit, the boy departed.

The Golden Needle Association, on the surface, was merely a high-level industry group gathering top designers worldwide.