Chapter 56: The Young Master Must Not, Part 3

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He purchased a luxurious villa in Beverly Hills and became neighbors with Angelina and others, maintaining quite a good relationship. This hotel is a seven-star establishment in Nami, located near the famous White Pearl Beach. From the balconies of the high-floor suites above the twentieth floor, one can take in the entire expanse of White Pearl Beach.

This wandering immortal arrived, intending to mediate the dispute and understand what had transpired—what grudge lay beneath it all. Surely, it could be resolved through conversation rather than such extremes.

“Yow!” Such a sound rang out, followed by a thud as something fell to the ground.

“Follow me!” Lu Tian said to Ma Jiatian, changing direction as he charged toward Ye Chen’s location.

What a coincidence! Just as he was about to reward himself with a hundred million, someone else beat him to it.

“Hey, can you hear me? Are you deaf? I said I want to buy bread.” After a minute, Liu Xing noticed the cashier still staring at him with infatuated eyes, so he angrily slammed his hand on the counter and shouted.

“Probably... in about three days. Why, are you eager for me to come back and serve you in bed?” Lu Yu smiled lightly.

Xue Hao sensed trouble deep within and retreated with a stomp. Staring at the Qingye grass just a short distance away, Xue Hao reluctantly stepped back several paces to put some space between himself and the broken Yuan beast.

However, the expected scene did not unfold. When a few close friends got out of the car and saw Zhang Qian, they were stunned, staring her up and down as if they did not recognize her, their eyes filled with disbelief.

Perhaps he had merely hidden his soul deep in some corner, silently awaiting the day of awakening.

Liu Junhao found a significant difference in this meal. Snails raised outside were not as delicious as those raised in the Stone Lock. The last time, the stir-fried snail meat was juicy with every bite.

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“Madam, shall we just wait here today?” He whispered hoarsely, while I drooped my eyelids, a black line crossing my face.

Suddenly, a faint moan came, and the scheming in Ye Wudao’s eyes vanished abruptly, replaced by a nearly mischievous playfulness.

Startled, she opened her eyes to see the man frozen like a statue, his face pale, a bead of sweat slowly sliding down his brow and falling onto her cheek.

Lonely Cloud anxiously pondered ways to escape Tang Yulong and to assassinate Qiu Menghan. At that moment, a waiter pushed a dining cart past Lonely Cloud, and an idea suddenly popped into her mind.

Wei Yang was, of course, joking. He thought that although Bing You took the form of a dragon, her personality seemed much more cheerful. He couldn’t resist teasing her. If it had been the old Bing You, she would have snorted and kept silent.

Yet, as Tang Chuan’s mentor, Gudelio had no extra options under such circumstances.

Tang Chuan hid behind the Wall of Sighs, his gaze icy as he stared at Gu Bai, occasionally unleashing a rain of bone spears aimed at him.

Indeed, with nine-tenths of the soul remaining, Long Zhanxuan could easily restore it, assume a powerful new “flesh” body, and start anew, seeking revenge on Jun Mo, reclaiming the Execution King’s Order.

The storage ring was indeed powerful, but like a person, the stronger it was, the more temperamental it became. Although it was an artifact spirit, Chen Yuxiang dared not offend it lightly, always speaking a few gentle words first.

At that moment, Shi Jingsi in white robes saw Li Keyong surrounded and led a group of men to join the battle. Shi Jingsi, in his thirties, clad in white, was Li Keyong’s capable general, recruited during the conscription in Daibei two years earlier. In one-on-one combat, he was second only to Li Keyong, though his archery was inferior.

Aunt Wang and Old Hou were also excited. It was clear they had invested in steel stocks yesterday; otherwise, they wouldn’t be so thrilled.

Meanwhile, Chen Yuxiang’s spiritual perception “mixed” within that mysterious power, piercing through two layers of formidable arrays. When the mysterious force vanished instantly, Chen Yuxiang’s spiritual perception still penetrated the arrays, sensing that their simultaneous reaction was triggered by his spiritual intrusion.

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In just over ten breaths, a blaze erupted—a three-legged golden crow rushing forth, clutching the spirit of the Hundred Herbs Furnace in its beak.

After agreeing on some details with the Xiongnu, Jiang Gan, Zhang Xiu, and others set off back to Hebei. Jiang Gan was delighted, chatting and laughing with Zhang Xiu along the way, praising and admiring Zhang Xiu’s martial skills.

It was not without reason, for the facts were plain: the second victim indeed had all ten fingers severed, and the first victim’s tongue was truly removed.

Li Xiaoyi’s heart stirred, though he showed no outward reaction. His arrow remained pointed at everyone present, but he had already chosen his target—the replica Chu Xuan! That cunning and nearly demonic man without identity.

“Yun Hui, are you alright? Where did you get burned? Let me see!” Zhang Feiyan, sitting beside her, looked alarmed and concerned, quickly reaching to grasp Chen Yunhui’s hand to examine it.

Feng Wuqing asked softly, his voice carrying the aura of shattered void, directly penetrating all overlapping spaces.

Hearing this, even Qin Yibai, who had encountered the transcendent Yuan Gu, could not help but shiver. With such power, sweeping through ordinary cultivator sects was more than sufficient! Did these phantom fiends truly intend to seize the world? Shaking his head, Qin Yibai found the idea somewhat laughable.

The young man from the Lei family pondered for a moment before forcing out what he thought was a profound remark.

“What is this...?” Watching Tian Ming crouched slightly, one leg bent, the other stretched out, hands positioned with one palm forward and the other curved like a hook behind, Shao Yu was puzzled, having never seen such a stance before.