114: Let’s See Who Still Hasn’t Evolved — 30

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For a family like theirs to achieve a stable legacy, upon reflection, it wasn’t much different from ordinary people—just living a few hundred years longer. Yet, in terms of spiritual life, it remained essentially the same: simply seeking peace and tranquility in the passage of time.

It was already past eight in the evening. Shao Chen was still in his office, poring over company reports and the shareholding statuses of major stakeholders. On the desk lay two unopened takeout boxes.

They had agreed on the red envelope together. If it was too thin, it would seem disrespectful; if too thick, it would appear as if Shao Chen was showing off. In the end, Wei Yue decided it should be the usual amount of a thousand yuan, just ordinary money—nothing special.

Mr. Pang was an old hand in the officialdom, known as a veteran in the realm of corruption and a powerful figure among corrupt officials. After the initial confusion, he suddenly grasped a certain possibility and instinctively widened his eyes.

When he spoke, Ran Mian secretly breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Su Mo with even greater gratitude. After all, Su Mo had spoken in the tone of his subordinate, making it impossible for anyone to raise an objection.

Ran Bizhi, holding a large blade, sneered, “I’m following you openly; that’s quite different from sneaking around.” He was driven by both concern and curiosity, so he followed to take a look. However, upon seeing him, the lord seemed somewhat troubled.

Zhuang Xun was somewhat surprised. The worries of the young master before him were naturally nothing to him. Royal aura? As the sovereign of a nation, was that something he needed to cultivate? What surprised him was the ancient kingdom of Loulan.

But as soon as the words came out, he suddenly realized something and his face flushed deep red, like a pig’s liver. Wasn’t this tantamount to admitting the previous statement? The only difference was whether it was a brother-in-law or a sister’s husband.

As a noble immortal, he would never allow his identity to be recognized by a mortal; rather, it must be the other way around—the mortal must acknowledge his status.

I ignored her and planned to continue sleeping. At that moment, I noticed the man on my right. He was still in the same state as when I got in the car, motionless, like a corpse.

Shang Wan was almost unable to stand, her legs trembling violently as she instinctively took two steps back.

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Previously, it was mentioned that Zhang Lu held a grand banquet in Hanzhong City. The guests were all deeply immersed in drinking, but one person was not interested in the revelry. He came to the city wall of Hanzhong and, while asking and answering himself, suddenly heard someone speaking behind him.

At that moment, Wang Yao pointed a talisman and cast a series of gestures that Lin Tian found strangely familiar.

I was originally overjoyed, thinking you had finally fallen for me and were willing to spend your life with me. But in truth, it was only my own delusion.

Wen Ruchu glanced around but saw no sign of the housekeeper’s wife. A flicker of doubt crossed her eyes—she hadn’t been seen since the afternoon. Where had she gone?

“Stop! Where do you think you’re going, cultivator? Didn’t you see that I’m guarding this teleportation array? Get out of here immediately!” snarled a shifty-eyed cultivator. Beside him stood another cultivator of similar height, sporting a full beard.

Qin Feng was now deep within the mine tunnel, a black cauldron before him radiating dense spiritual energy. Over the past month, Qin Feng had been continuously refining this black cauldron. Now he could release its spiritual energy at will.

“Yi De, enough nonsense!” Liu Bei remained silent through most of the conversation, but at the last sentence, he immediately reprimanded Zhang Fei. Zhang Yi De, having been scolded, pouted and fell silent.

If war broke out, countless lives would be lost. As Crown Prince, Xuanyuan Yu would surely take part. Even the Sacred Cultivation Academy, the main force of the Jialan Empire, might not be exempt.

After all, they had grown up as childhood sweethearts; after so many years treating her like a sister, how could he not cherish her in his heart?

“Where is the Red Flood Dragon King hiding?” As Qing Ling emerged, You Ye immediately asked. Having stayed at the Tianluo fault for thousands of years, she was well acquainted with most locations, which was one reason Wu Yan sent her to command the troops.

Indeed, within the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the siblings came in with heads lowered. This time Qin Boqing was pulling Mei Niang. Qin Boqing’s eyes were red, while Mei Niang pursed her lips, clearly dissatisfied.

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Though there were thousands of snow beasts, none were of a particularly high level. Coupled with the fact that the Snow Soul Pearl could only emit a single piercing shriek, within moments, the hundreds of cultivators from the Outer Third Hall had slaughtered them all.

Having experienced the Tibetan region and the illusionary realm incident, Zhang Yi had great trust in Wang Yang. His inquiry about Wang Yang’s intentions was undoubtedly entrusting Wang Yang with the futures of Ming Xin and Shen Haoming.

The massive fleet began to accelerate collectively, white waves rising endlessly across the vast sea. As far as the eye could see, they left behind streaks of white trails.

“This Primordial Bronze Lion must have a weakness,” Zhao Rui thought to himself, carefully studying the beast, hoping to uncover its vulnerabilities.

He swallowed his words back down, feeling a slight relief; after all, she still remembered the one-hundred-day agreement.

At this moment, Yanran, led by a few cultivators, entered the mansion. Wu Yan dared not openly probe with divine sense due to the mansion’s vastness. Although his divine sense was powerful now, it still fell far short of certain experts.

“Is there really something wrong with that shop? I see now,” Yang Qingqing listened to Zhang Yang’s story with interest, searching her mind for which passenger from yesterday he might be.

However, just when Su Qinghan thought Su Randan would not resist anymore, a sudden pain struck the tip of her tongue.