Volume One, Chapter 75: Not Even a Needle Is Spared—Are They Not Afraid of Retribution!

“Ling, your wolfish ambition—if you retreat, perhaps you’ll find a lifeline. Otherwise, this rain-soaked city will become the land of your downfall,” He Feitian spoke once more.

Zhao Xiang sighed deeply. The emperor was old, and so was he. In contrast, Prince Qin was like the rising sun, full of vigor and ambition. The Zhao family had no heirs, and behind him stood a vast clan; every step forward left no room to turn back.

Tears slid down Yu Hanxin’s cheeks. She shut her eyes tightly, biting her lip as she spoke. “I can’t see through my brother, either. When we talk, he never says more than necessary. Liang Cheng told me that those around my brother are even harder to deal with than before. I try my best not to provoke him. He acknowledged my mother as his own. He’s decisive, always knows his mind.” Qiao Meijin ascended the stairs.

They wanted to ask for directions, but none of the people around understood a foreign language. Seeing this, Fei Zhenhua stepped forward and spoke a few words with someone. He learned they were experts who had come to the capital for a research project and were heading to a certain institute.

At that moment, Dong Guodong and Yue Zhicheng were sitting on the sofa discussing the reception and the arrangements for the visiting foreign guests.

After dinner, the two chatted at length until Ma Dongsheng’s phone rang incessantly, and only then did they part ways.

If Old He was killed, the reporter he hired would die, and the Yue family would be accused of silencing witnesses. If Old He was released, there was no telling what trouble he might stir up next, slandering the Yue family.

“Biyan, did you sense something?” Gu Ya asked Su Biyan. Seeing her expression, Gu Ya thought that the sound just now must have been extraordinary.

Such treasures could only be found on the tables of the scions of the wealthiest families and most powerful factions.

Since coming to the God’s Tomb, Old Xiao had seen his share of ancient temples, but none as magnificent as the one before him. Even in its dilapidated state, nothing could conceal its extraordinary aura.

Inside the recording tent, lighting and cameras were ready; the interview began. Youyou and Boss Li sat across from each other, with Xia Dongmei, Tang Ya, and other staff watching from outside the frame.

After a few casual exchanges, Old Du’s breakfast and coffee were ready, and Zhang Taibai got up to leave. As the owner, it was right to occasionally converse with old customers and make them feel at home, but it was important to know when to stop.

Huo Yongping looked as if he’d just heard the funniest joke of his life—the murderer of his own son now came here, proposing an alliance?

The underworld had ten Ghost Kings, the true rulers under the Four Great Ghost Emperors. But now Zhong Kui had appeared, his cultivation no weaker than the Ghost Kings—perhaps even among the strongest. The higher-ups had allowed him to select three thousand ghost soldiers. His strength and influence were already on par with the Ghost Kings.

What he didn’t know was that the staff had already reconnected the power to the equipment. As a result, his frenzied shouts were amplified many times over and broadcast through the speakers.

A member of the Giant Spirit Clan said without hesitation, “I wish to use the Seven-Colored Exquisite Jewel to revive my brothers.”

After leaving the martial arts hall, now reduced to ruins by the explosion, he inexplicably thought of Yvrea, his mutant friend whom he’d only just met and seen once.

Tang Ya took leave again, her eyes fixed on the large clock in her bedroom, hoping for night to come quickly.

Had it been anyone else, he would have kicked them away long ago, forbidding them from approaching her by even half a step. Yet this person was an honored guest of Nine Songs; he couldn’t touch him. Such things are the most exasperating in life.

When Shen Changqing first arrived in this world, he felt out of place, but over time, he grew accustomed to it.

This realm had fallen into decline; cultivators had vanished, and even martial artists could only reach innate levels at best.

With this thought, Chu Qing realized it had been some time since she’d “pestered” the emperor. She decided to inform him and not say anything more to the villagers.

Not only did Shen Lang look utterly bewildered, but even Princess Changle beside him was equally confused.

Summer’s face betrayed a struggle; seeing her softened expression, Chen Sinian couldn’t help but say something that left her stunned.

Chen An had thought that on his journey back to Shengjing, the imperial messenger summoning him might already be on the road.

Unfortunately, a period without cleaning had left the place in utter disarray.

Seeing his reaction, Shen Lang seemed to realize he was in the wrong and withdrew his gaze, though his expression remained cold.

With a twist of his wrists and a spell, two giant skeletons clad in golden armor, each three men tall and wielding golden hammers, crashed down.

If the two determined to suppress Shen Lang, given how recently he’d risen, it would be difficult for him to withstand.

Looking at the beast some ten meters away—three feet tall, seven feet long, without a hint of black on its body, its eyes glowing eerie green—Jing Fengyu gasped.

Thinking of this, Lin Tianyi flicked his wrist, drawing his sword. In an instant, his sword intent surged, murderous aura filling the air.

The room fell utterly silent; only the deep, rapid breathing of the Bai father and son could be heard from across the way.

Lin Xiao felt a sudden chill in his heart. He took a deep breath and gathered every ounce of his internal energy.

Having received advance notice, Zhao Ming had already invited Ah Jiu and Mama Luo to the main reception hall, Enxi Hall, at the General’s Mansion.

Even the nickname “Fatty,” which he usually despised, no longer bothered him. One could only imagine the tricks he was planning to play on these hot-blooded fellows.

Lin Yu had also heard that upon entering the Inner Sect, one could seek a master. If you were talented enough, you might be guided by a Foundation Establishment elder. In all of Luo Tian City, only Ye Yunfei and Liu Tianxiong had reached that stage. Such an opportunity was truly rare.

The matter of supplies had gradually come to an end. After all, his funds were limited, and buying so much without arousing suspicion was difficult. Best to quit while ahead.

Spending a thousand evolution points, Yang Chong bought a tool. Feeling the amplified energy within him, it seemed he’d obtained something even better than the Owl Battle Suit this time.