Volume 1, Chapter 27: Deception and Counter-Deception

Manager Hong fabricated a story claiming that when Ye Cheng came to collect the Ye family fund that day, he had been struck by his extraordinary presence. Believing that Ye Cheng was no ordinary man and destined for greatness, he had intended to recruit him as a follower. The Church of Light never viewed itself as a cult, but rather as a righteous faith bringing light to the world. Recalling the events of last night, she couldn't explain why, but while hiding in Li Fangcheng’s arms, she had felt nothing but warmth and comfort.

The most tragic end met a student from Shengang University named Lin Xianfeng. As the leader of a group inciting chaos in the city, he was responsible for secret liaisons with behind-the-scenes Western powers. He ended up being pushed off the roof of his own apartment building, flattened like a photograph.

What was she to do? Her master had only taught her superficial immortal arts and talismans; he had never taught her how to engage in hand-to-hand combat with thugs.

The development of the console could be left to Liu Chuanzhi and his team, but the operating system design was certainly not something Li Fangcheng could achieve on his own.

Hearing the request from the chubby youth and his companions, the man with the square face replied, showing no intention of disclosing anything to them.

Seeing the several bodyguards behind Ye Tian gradually closing in to form a triangular formation, the young assassin grinned, completely unbothered.

Daru shouted in excitement and rushed toward him. He had thought Chen was dead, so seeing him now filled him with overwhelming joy.

However, although the difficulty within the divine consciousness space had increased exponentially, the three remaining on the field appeared even more formidable. As time ticked away, the fourth incense stick was nearing its end, yet neither Ling Hao nor the other two had yet resorted to using their laws.

Jian He swallowed a mouthful of dust and lifted her head, feeling dizzy. She noticed her face was wet, and when she reached up to touch it, she discovered blood leaking from the corner of her mouth. It seemed that after such relentless jolting, this body could no longer hold up.

The once "plump" Yang Guifei had lost a whole circle. Though she was slimmer, it was an unhealthy slimness—the frailty of someone recovering from a severe illness. It was clear how much suffering Yang Guifei had endured to give birth to this child.

"Hehe." Lin Jiamao’s laugh was somewhat lecherous, but he grew increasingly fascinated by Lin Chu; it seemed there was nothing the guy couldn't do. He really shouldn't have given up on recruiting him back then. If possible, should he take him abroad to have some fun next year?

After a moment of contemplation, Dou Wei smiled and shook his head, then picked up his teacup and began to drink in silence.

Aunt Xue, seeing that Baoyu was unharmed, remained worried about Xue Pan and took Baochai with her to offer their farewells.

But with a language barrier and nonexistent driving skills... in this situation, there was no choice but to walk back to the hotel.

As early March approached, one could see: the gentle breeze rippled the willows, spring returned to the earth as frogs began to croak, all things awakened and rubbed their sleepy eyes, and the peach blossoms vied to bloom, their buds ready to burst.

"Meina, will you be making lunch, or should I?" Ji Qingcheng asked, sitting on the sofa, eating a bag of freshly bought potato chips while looking at Ji Meina.

Here, countless broken strands of karma were entangled, as if one careless step would result in being trapped by the karma of this place for all eternity.

Having finally finished dressing Jia Cong, she and Qingwen hurriedly escaped to wash up. Ping'er, Chunyan, and the others brought over green salt, toothbrushes, soap, clean water, and towels to attend to Jia Cong’s morning routine.

Meanwhile, it was said that Wannian Feng was overjoyed to hear that Tu Tanlang had beaten Yin Zhonghai. This was equivalent to slapping the Emperor in the face, which also happened to vent her pent-up frustration.

"Reporting to the Grand Tutor, the Emperor did come by early this morning, but he eventually returned to the Chuxiu Palace," the guard replied.

Ye Kong held Qin Yu in high regard. Setting everything else aside, the mere fact that Qin Yu had a connection with Wang Chan—who had already become an Ancestor—was something countless people dreamed of. He had brought Qin Yu along this time to broaden his horizons, help him recognize the power of the heavens and worlds, and encourage him to cultivate with greater effort.