Chapter 71: Auditing the Accounts

If Qin Yan had any business to attend to, she wouldn’t have to suffer here; she could simply arrange to meet with Qin Yan elsewhere. The Qi Guiding Technique, though merely a fundamental method for cultivating and nurturing one’s energy, was now being executed flawlessly by someone who had never practiced before merely after reading it once—a feat that seemed almost impossible to believe.

At that moment, Ye Luo appeared silently before the crowd, his figure drifting into view as if conjured from thin air. Leshan City’s renowned blacksmith had crafted a chain whip for Wei Suyao, tailored precisely for her, all because Elder Shao wanted his cherished disciple to compete and seize the monthly champion’s title.

“I feel the path ahead is blocked, and I don’t know where it leads. If it weren’t so, I would have made greater progress this time,” said Zi Ling’er, her voice tinged with disappointment.

Meanwhile, Qiu Qiu had turned from the steering wheel to peer out the front of the car, blue light flickering in its enormous eyes. Its body was arched atop the wheel, claws unsheathed and gripping the wheel’s center tightly, as if poised to leap from the vehicle at any moment.

Zhou Xingyun dared not speak the truth and could only answer evasively. As soon as Han Qiuming received advanced building materials and a million game coins from Brother Li, she mobilized everyone to build a new home on the eastern coast.

“If you want me to pay the price, let’s see what you’re capable of. Enough talk!” With those words, Shen Tian lunged at Tu Jing.

As the formation operated, it absorbed the power of the heavens and earth to nourish the sword’s blade. One day, perhaps, it would undergo a spiritual transformation and awaken its own intelligence.

Initially, Shao Haotian was about to explode in anger when he saw his servant rush in so anxiously. But upon hearing the news—that his only son’s life token had shattered—he froze in his chair. There was no need to ask; he knew his son was gone.

As they stepped out, the two figures at the end of the corridor noticed them immediately. Mo Lü was the first to approach, while Mo Zun leisurely extinguished his cigarette and then strode over with long steps.

After the two people from Blossoms of Fragrance finished speaking, they sat cross-legged at the entrance of the hall, one on each side. Seeing this, Xue Xingran rejoiced.

Who are you calling a liar? And mocking me—childish words? Can’t you see I’m thirteen? Am I a child?

Suha and the others were momentarily stunned. The beast soldiers were obviously much more robust, their appearances vastly different. Even if they donned the beast soldiers’ attire, they could never blend into the army; the enemy would spot them instantly.

Wind Yi followed the river, advancing as he observed his surroundings. He sought the river’s source, which symbolized the end of Lu Zhong’s previous life.

The Song Dynasty came prepared this time, unwilling to withdraw until their goal was achieved. Acting rashly now would bring no merit; instead, it was easy to become a scapegoat. Sometimes silence is the wiser choice.

The room was pitch dark, nothing visible; a cool sensation brushed against her chest, and Rong Qian abruptly awoke.

In the brothel, one might not see the master for a month, but not a day could pass without the madam. Without her authority, the girls would fall into chaos.

Near the heaps of headless graves, a few sparse, leafless trees stood. Their branches were crowded with gray crows, each staring intently at the man in gray.

“Skinny arms, thin legs?” Bald Qiang’s mouth twitched. In the whole forest, only you could say such a thing. Who could beat Naya in a one-on-one fight?

Just now, that loud voice declared the Holy Spirit Sect’s chief disciple to be a romantic fool? Was this sect so green it shone?

For a moment, everyone gazed at the two lucky winners. Hearing the one who spent twenty taels on cloth, many secretly stomped their feet, regretting not buying more.

Fan Maoping also knew better than to provoke the fox unless necessary—after all, it was injured and needed immediate care.

Jiang Zhi never again dared speak sentimental words to him, lest he respond with something wild.

The Buddha took pity on him and taught him the Vajra Prajna Illuminating Samadhi. He mastered it, gained the Heavenly Eye, and could perceive the three thousand great worlds, his divine mind wandering in tranquility.

As well as the eyebrowless old man, and the two Grand Elders who had turned the Second Prince’s aides—Tianshan and Snow Lotus—leading a force of nearly two hundred men.

While punching someone’s face is satisfying, if the opponent throws out a magical artifact instead of fighting fair, and especially a high-grade one, it’s not something you can withstand.

As he spoke, his large hand slid along her graceful waist, seeking the zipper of her dress.

Suddenly, Xiao Dingtian snapped back to his senses, gaze following the other’s direction. Next moment, his old eyes widened in shock, his expression frozen.

“Don’t you have that huanghuali wood bracelet? It’s worth quite a bit,” Bao Qing said. He believed antiques were unreliable—one day their value could collapse. Real estate was a safer investment.

This was a new technology used in some large passenger jets; press a button, and a special transparent glass automatically darkens, blocking ninety-nine percent of sunlight and, needless to say, camera flashes!

Upon hearing Luo Jin’s words, Zhou Tai’s expression shifted, his eyes betraying caution. Clearly, the might of those three sects weighed heavily on even his temperament.