Chapter Sixty-Nine: The Wine Maiden and the Little Rascal

“What did you say? That heroic figure just now was you in disguise?” I was so shocked that my jaw dropped.

No wonder that tubby fellow seemed like a completely different person earlier!

Life is but a play, and all depends on one’s acting skills.

Fatty Zuo’s lips curled with a mischievous charm as he tucked away the pale yellow waist token.

I tried to snatch a look, but Fatty Zuo slapped my hand away, warning me not to touch it—that was something from his master.

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His words struck like a bolt from the blue, causing Donald’s pupils to contract. He immediately understood the implication behind the Ape Spirit’s remark. Memories resurfaced of things Donahue had once told him about the Ape Spirit, things he hadn’t paid much attention to at the time. Now, in hindsight, cold sweat broke out on his back.

Thunderous hooves roared as the armies swept past one another. Zhang Fei, gasping for breath, leaned against his steed and charged forward once more.

Lin Sixian let out a quiet sigh, letting the matter drop, and instead asked if proper thanks had been conveyed to their benefactor. The two maids nodded vigorously.

The problem was, he had snatched the item on the third floor of the zombie cave, and yet this fellow had managed to track him down on the first floor.

Gu Yan had intended to call her and say he’d be on a business trip for the next couple of days, asking her to take care of herself. Instead, she scolded him the moment she picked up, and after hanging up, he immediately summoned Lance to his side.

It was rare to see a wealthy man who couldn’t drive, but then again, with their means, why would they need to? People like that always had a chauffeur on hand.

In ancient or prehistoric times, such fierce beasts were quite common. Despite being blessed with extraordinary strength, they could never awaken intelligence, existing only as ordinary beasts—an oddity in their own right.

He suppressed his urge, knowing it was too late to act now. To kill a Golden Core cultivator bent on escape would take considerable time, even for him—and time was exactly what he lacked most at this moment.

The three of them fell silent. Though Chen Yue was somewhat arrogant, this was not the kind of thing one could speak of lightly.

The Primordial Unity Mirror could, through the power of primal chaos, transform its mirrored space to reflect the world. According to Zhang Zhiping’s ultimate vision, if perfected, it could easily open up a mirror realm that perfectly duplicated reality.

Thus, although the Champion Marquis was cursed by the Black Prison Wraith, with the overwhelming force of the Thunderheart, his strength would not drain away or his cultivation regress like Yunding Tian’s.

Xu Chang’an’s spirit power was exhausted. Without its protection, that strange mist surged toward them in an instant.

Upon hearing the number twenty thousand, Baisha Lang rubbed his belly and let out a loud, scornful laugh, his eyes filled with disdain.

Pei Yanzhi felt a sharp pain in his chest. Looking at his most capable and trusted subordinate, tears instantly blurred his vision.

Chu Chen smiled as he ran his hand over the redwood wall, knocking on the layer of dried amber with a grin.

After all, the four great powers had struggled for centuries. Why had Cloud Summit Manor suddenly emerged at this very moment—coinciding with the appearance of the Martial Emperor’s legacy? This was surely a matter worth pondering.

With that, Jiang Xuan pulled up the surveillance footage on her phone for Su Jinlong to see, along with the positive results of her drug test.

Lin Chen hadn’t expected that, after stepping out for a brief look at the seaside, such an incident would occur.

Young Master Lin wanted to see what choice he would make. If he sided with the Zhao family, not only would the Grade Three pill recipe be out of reach, but purging the toxin would be nothing but a pipe dream.

“You didn’t fall out of a tree, did you?” Upon seeing the two of them, the whole academy breathed a sigh of relief, and Dean Cang Lan finally relaxed his taut nerves.

Xu Rubao showed no restraint, first polishing off Lu Jingheng’s steak, and even eyeing Xia Zimo’s portion, determined not to let it go to waste.