Today, the little substitute number 70 also got to play.

But Di Jiang and the others paid little mind to such matters. After all, Zhu Rong had never cared for such considerations; he was always the first to carry out whatever plans they devised.

A moment later, Qing Lin bit his finger and let a drop of blood fall onto it; the storage pouch immediately shone brightly, then the light swiftly receded, leaving it looking as it always had—yet it had changed ownership.

Su Yan, at this moment, actually needed quiet cultivation to consolidate her realm. However, Bai Le had only just assumed control over Qing Prefecture, and many affairs required her attention, delaying her progress.

Her slight bend revealed her graceful figure, making Fatty and the others nearly nosebleed. Not only that, but even the burly American men passing by could not help but cast lingering glances at her.

The intricately carved gate was covered with statues of monstrous creatures, each with a ferocious visage, like a beast baring its fangs to devour all—an unsettling sight that chilled the heart.

As endless streams of fortune surged forth, lines of heavenly patterns quietly appeared atop the Demon God Pill, revealing that it had reached perfection.

He examined with his soul, confirming that Ji Qingcheng was merely unconscious and not injured, and Ji Yuekong finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Wu Xiaoyao and his three companions entered the house, and as they stepped into the living room, they saw an elderly man past his sixtieth year, sitting on a stool facing the window with his back to the door.

“Have you discovered Mei Qihong’s whereabouts?” Wu Xiao paid no heed to his current predicament, instead inquiring about the important figure’s location.

Yet the Divine Monarch of Zhongshan was not suppressed. At some unknown moment, he appeared behind Qing Lin, uttering a sinister cackle; then, with a flash of light in his hand, the God-Slaying Blade was drawn and swung toward Qing Lin’s nape.

With a brief pause, Yang Ye shifted his stance with difficulty, aligning himself toward the Yin Mysterious Serpent King.

At that moment, not far in front of Dongyang, a beam of light appeared out of nowhere. It seemed to be formed by countless starlights, dazzling and bright, yet obscuring the figure within.

“Hey, why are you all smiling so ambiguously? What’s going on, Fenfen? You’re the sweetest—tell me,” Fu Chen forced a smile, looking at the six faces with strange smiles, aside from Xi Xi and Liu Ye.

For the death of Young Master Ming Chen, they had pursued Dongyang even into the Heavenly Dao battlefield, showing just how determined they were to kill him. Yet after all this time, they had never truly encountered Dongyang face to face.

“Why are they leaving?” The crowd watched as the ‘Security Bureau’ personnel rushed into the spaceship, plunging the scene into greater chaos.

Under the relentless flames, the fifth-rank Sword King could no longer bear it and finally cried out.

Moreover, Lin Jie told him that he could also cultivate this mental technique, that it was harmless and did not conflict with his previous training.

What left him speechless was that the two family heads were now each sitting in a massage chair, enjoying themselves, with their feet soaking in fully automated massage basins.

The rioters, seeing this display, panicked. After all, warfare required psychological preparation, and they only wanted to join the commotion for extra compensation—how did they end up being labeled Li Zitong’s remnants?

After Bai Muxue finished speaking, Yang Ye, like her, bowed respectfully to the ancestor of the Divine-Eyed Heavenly Tiger.

In truth, Empress He’s maternal family was not sentimental. Before she turned ten, her family sold her to the household of the Precious Concubine’s mother.

Sakura suddenly lowered her head and fixed an intense glare at Ai Ye, frightening him so much he forgot the burning pain at the back of his head.

“Alright, stop lying to me. If you want to leave, just say so! No need to make up stories about your mother-in-law!” Uncle Gao said, unconvinced.

Yet the outcome was always the same. It was like an iron plate, impervious to any harm.

Sakura glanced at Ai Ye, who looked like a startled rabbit, responded calmly, then turned and walked toward the kitchen again.

Although abalone was eaten, it was rare—far less abundant, large, and juicy than Liang Meibao’s feast last night.

While Chen Yijiu and Shi Xiangxiang were poring over blueprints, Xia Nan’s phone suddenly rang, displaying an unfamiliar caller.

In the lavish president’s office, beside a top-grade rosewood tea table, two men sat opposite each other, drinking tea and chatting idly.

I glanced around and swallowed nervously, saying, “Friday said, over there is the Wolf King.”

Zhai Yelan never told Du Yanwan that he could not only see in the dark but also carried a fire starter; no matter what happened, the two could hold out for quite some time.

Just then, news of tomorrow’s fan meeting exploded, instantly trending across QQ, WeChat, Baidu, and numerous news headlines.

It was this very man who, as Jian Chen relentlessly battered the iron door, launched a ferocious attack from within, finally breaking through what Gu Mochen believed to be an impenetrable, heavy barrier.

Breathing a sigh of relief, father and son felt fortunate—it seemed they had overthought. Ye Maocai gave a bitter smile.

At the command, thirteen guards who had surrounded the carriage rushed out, leaving only about ten to watch over Changsun Wuji’s vehicle.

People realized that the recent shocking phenomenon at the Imperial Ancestor’s ruins had drawn powerful beings from every cosmic sea to investigate. Now, with news shaking the heavens emerging, it was clear all these events were connected there.