Chapter 59: The Emperor's Bestowal

"Look at what this is?"

Qi Yunyan waved the ruby headdress in his hand in front of Lin Qingyu.

Under the sunlight, the brilliant radiance of the rubies almost blinded Lin Qingyu's eyes.

Her heart craved it so much that her mouth watered.

If this piece were worn on her, how all-eyes would be upon her.

......

Yan Liyue's eyes darkened as she bent her right knee, and Yuchi Yuan retreated in time to dodge her attack.

The first person to walk into the private room was a cripple, around thirty-seven or thirty-eight years old. His figure could hardly be called robust, and he might even be considered rather frail, yet the moment he stepped inside, Yan Liyue's gaze shifted slightly.

Even though she knew there was more to his words than met the ear, Yan Liyue's heart still seemed to skip a beat. The next instant, a sharp, fleeting pain like a needle prick stabbed through her heart.

If Yan Liyue did not make a move, the Gu worm inside his body would devour his very last drop of vital essence completely.

Today seemed a bit unusual. While the hall was not exactly packed to capacity, it felt much more lively than before, with about half of the tables occupied.

An A-grade weapon in the martial arts mall, if not sold as a set with combat gear, cost over one hundred million when purchased alone, and even fragments were exceptionally valuable.

Starting from 8:00 AM and ending at 10:00 PM, Chen Shuo signed over twenty thousand autographs in total.

Jiang Shiyue remembered Wang Yingying. The last time she went into town, Wang Yingying had made a few harmless, petty remarks. Jiang Shiyue had a decent impression of her, but she just didn't know whether the other party would be willing to help her.

After Elder Fashen finished chanting this sutra, wisps of pale blue smoke were abruptly seen rising from his Baihui acupuncture point, his two eyes blazed with a brilliant light, and dazzling halos suddenly radiated from all around his body, blasting Ye Wuhai three zhang away in an instant.

The silver-haired young man raised his eyes. Upon seeing Lu Yun, his crown-like jade-beautiful face flickered with astonishment, and then a bright, charming smile blossomed in his silver pupils.

Three days later, early in the morning, a restaurant on Changfu Street quietly opened its doors. Indeed, it was entirely quiet—no firecrackers, none of the traditional customs that should accompany a grand opening; cough, cough, so quiet that nearby people might not even have noticed it at all.

Just as the three-headed hellhound was about to counterattack, the Snow Domain Venerable closed in once again, his giant hand swooping down anew to envelop all directions.

Pei Zizheng wanted to explain something, but the man beside him narrowed his eyes like a leopard's. Terrified into a sudden shudder in his legs, Pei Zizheng fled like a runaway out the door.

The disparity in power was simply too vast. The Phantom-Breaking Slash could not even withstand a Black Fiend expert, let alone a Heavenly God expert at the Great Perfection of Laws.

The two of them could not understand why the Lord Monster Sovereign would appear here. In their inherited memories, the Lord Monster Sovereign was the legendary Supreme God who ruled over all monster clans. Within the entire monster clan, the only one comparable to him was the Dragon God Ao Tian. However, the Divine Dragon was carefree and unwilling to manage worldly affairs, leaving the Lord Monster Sovereign to become the Supreme God.

Inside the Heavenly Altar, a Nascent Soul early-stage cultivator stared solemnly at the huge screen for a long while before vanishing in a flash. Normally, this scene would seem a bit bizarre, but given his level of cultivation and the great commotion of the bustling crowd here, no one would pay it any mind.

Seeing Donkey the Second turn genuinely solemn, Third Brother Rabbit could not help feeling baffled. He paused for a moment, ultimately swallowing back the sarcastic remarks about Qin Yang that had already reached his throat.

Wu Feng secretly frowned. When that time came, he would need to rely on his own mental fortitude to resist. It would be an extremely arduous process, a battle between himself and the corpse poison.

Wu Feng looked at the old beggar in bewilderment. He was deeply confused about what kind of grudge could drive him to be so persistent.

Luo Yunyin was sleeping soundly in bed, her eyes tightly closed, long butterfly-wing-like eyelashes drooping softly over her eyelids, and her face serene.

Thinking of this, Su烟 instantly felt she had found a direction, and her mood improved just a little bit.

Shi Huang roared loudly. He had no wish to waste his energy on meaningless consumption once more, because facing Lü Tianming, an evildoer-level genius, his innate magical artifact simply could not unleash much utility.