Volume 1, Chapter 51: Universal Magnet, The Three Thousand Demise-Bringer

Fengxue definitely would not welcome him. He had no internet skills and his major did not match; what could he do at Fengxue? Do odd jobs or sweep floors?

However, everything has its stopping point, especially such impulsive actions, which easily provoke fierce counterattacks. No matter how brutal their actions are, as discarded chess pieces, they are merely cannon fodder and will be suppressed sooner or later.

Before the young man could react, Xue Gu and Du Jiang both knelt on the ground simultaneously, kowtowing like pounding garlic to thank Jia Cong for his great kindness.

The sound of thunder echoed continuously, and flashes of lightning periodically illuminated the outside of the window as if happening right beside them, making even Hime Mena somewhat frightened.

Even without these, most of them were merely mortal objects. Human life span rarely exceeds a hundred years, and even when sustained by medicine, it stays within three digits.

There were no traces of violent damage on the surface, and through the resonance of the primordial blood, it was clear that not a single item inside was missing.

Offering New Year's greetings was not just about dropping off gifts and leaving immediately—that would be far too impolite. It required sitting for a while and having a chat.

Jia Cong still remembered the look of astonishment on Daiyu's face when she heard about this. She had originally only known that her family did not lack food, clothing, or daily expenses, but it seemed still a distance away from being truly wealthy.

If even a shred of such confidential information were to leak out and ruin the grand strategy of His Majesty and the imperial court, your Zhan family would face the capital crime of having your entire clan executed.

Ever since the Nanli Kingdom sent beauties, he rarely attended court. Today was no exception; he failed to show up as usual.

Watching Tie Yun leave, Yin Junfeng racked his brains to comfort Tie Xiangxue in his arms, finally managing to cheer her up.

In the end, only Zuo Zhu won this struggle, because from the very beginning, he had thrown himself out into CZ City. His goal was the unification of CZ City. Now that there were no major factions left in CZ City, I was the one who remained behind, and then he disbanded the people, sold out Liorngo, and arranged for me to be placed in here.

Qin Jingru recalled the time she spent with Zhang Jiandong; he had saved her life, yet never demanded any repayment for it.

Someone made a move, swinging a fist at the person beside them. Spiritual energy surged around the fist, clearly demonstrating a serious intent.

This farm is truly a blessed land to yield so many good things. She hasn't even thoroughly explored the entire farm yet, just walked around roughly. She can slowly inspect it later; there should still be plenty of good things left.

There are three bathrooms on the first floor, and six rooms where people can live. In summer, Xue Dong and Qin Jianzhong each take a room, and in winter, if it gets cold, they sleep on the heated brick bed (kang).

Ji Yuqiao's hand holding the phone trembled, feeling as painful and uncomfortable as having salt sprinkled on a wound.

Yet whenever it concerned the Divine Physician, His Majesty the Divine Emperor was practically paranoid, forbidding him from having any contact whatsoever.

Tie Xiangxue looked at him, as if her long-sealed heart had been unlocked by a mysterious force. She smiled faintly, so beautiful and charming.

"Feng'er, what are you thinking about? You're so engrossed!" Yin Jianchen suddenly asked from behind. It turned out he had recovered somewhat after adjusting his internal healing, and seeing Yin Junfeng in that state, he suddenly posed the question.

"Don't look at how Liu Dan always sweet-talks people on the surface; his bones are actually extremely stubborn, yet he was subdued by just a few words from President Ye."

"How can we escape? You just said there are a full three Eighth-Order experts. My cultivation was severed by you, and I still have internal injuries that haven't fully healed; and as for yourself, you are no match for an Eighth-Order expert either. Tell me how we are to escape." Hearing of Xiaoyue Yi's arrival, Xiaoyue Huan appeared even calmer, seemingly resigned to awaiting death.

A Shen Yueyang alone was naturally nothing to worry about, but linked to him were often headache-inducing names like Shen Lingfeng and Bai Guichou. Even though Jiang Yao had now attained the status of an immortal, he could not take their existence lightly.

"Oh my, the baby is so good, knowing how to call me grandma. That sounds much better than 'auntie'! Good, good, I'll give you a red envelope when I get back!" Granny Suocui was so happy she didn't know what to do.

Jiang Yao quickly sealed his meridians, but the poison had already spread to his shoulder, and his entire arm was gradually swelling up. He wanted to discard Zhan Ying, but the hilt of the sword at that moment seemed to have grown roots, sticking to his fingers no matter how he tried to shake it off. With the slightest hesitation, his right arm became as rigid as petrified stone and unable to move.

Among these top twenty disciples, only two had not been accepted as nominal disciples by the elders and protectors: Jiang Zaiyuan and Liang Tianyun. The reason why no one took in these two—the first and second place winners of this tournament—was because Liang Tianyun's core cultivation technique was based on swordsmanship.

Lin Peiqi, who was presiding over the Yin-Yang Disjunction and Annihilation Micro-Dust Formation above, along with the various swordsmen, seeing this, mustered their remaining strength and drove the formation to its maximum capacity. Bursts of primordial yin energy swept wildly downward from top to bottom, suppressing the heavenly fire and echoing with Lin Qing.

An Yinqiu had already changed into a loose nightgown and was lying on her side facing away on the other side of the large bed. Seeing that white back, Jiang Yao was startled to find it somewhat resembled Lin Xi's, and he couldn't help but freeze for a moment.

Thinking about it now, we at Fengling Ferry searched for ten days without a trace of them, only to find out they had all gone underground. No wonder we couldn't find them anywhere.

Amidst Ouyang Zhiyuan's eager longing and standing on tiptoe in anticipation, the wedding procession finally slowly appeared within his line of sight.

"Ah, what a hassle!" Mo Yichen teased her. This wife of his could be quite clever sometimes, but when she was foolish, she was truly capable of anything.

And as the boss, Yejiji could not constantly show his face in front of the tenants. He might not have known what he should do as the owner of such a villa and related properties, but he knew that an owner of this caliber could not wander around in front of these guests every single day.