Chapter 50

Yet just five days ago, exactly two days before the Five-Color Army set out from Changle Commandery, Yin Zhaocheng suddenly lifted the state of alert, issued notices to comfort the populace, and gradually restored order in the city, presenting an appearance of returning peace.

He was, after all, a veteran Grand Wizard of the Jumang clan with sharp discernment. He knew that his chieftain, when fully unleashed, could rival a Heavenly Wizard. He believed that even a fool, possessing such strength, could bring glory to the Dongyuan clan under his own counsel.

It is said that the Netherworld sealed and suppressed the First Demonic Lord's physical demon body, yet dared not allow demonic entities to reincarnate into the Netherworld precisely to prevent the First Demonic Lord's soul and body from reuniting and once again plaguing the world. Therefore, whenever demonic entities perish now, their true spirits enter Purgatory.

At this moment, Lu Ye also spread open his palm, allowing the heavenly coffin within his storage ring to continuously emit wisps of baleful, deathly aura.

Above the team leader was the supervisor, which was the highest-level employee all live-streamers could directly correspond with. Theoretically speaking, supervisors were responsible for the work, negotiation, and communication of senior and major streamers, and any emergencies would be handled personally by a supervisor.

Continuing the story, the scaffolding fell and smashed the protective shed, but the scaffolding was too heavy, completely collapsing the shed. One of the falling steel beams happened to smash right into the new car of the Infrastructure Office director. The director went off cursing and swearing to get his car repaired.

Xu Jinglan held an umbrella, strolling leisurely across the campus of the Central Conservatory of Music. Although she had graduated only last year, this brief span of merely twelve months gave her a profound sense of how things remain the same while people and times have changed.

Suddenly, Chai seemed as though he had been jolted awake; he stood up, walked to the edge of the hillside, and let out a long, heavy breath.

Yet on a certain day in March, countless sails appeared outside Moon Harbor. Western-style galleons emerged on the outer waters of Moon Harbor, instantly startling the previously tranquil port.

After a few seconds, Chu Yuesheng received a message from the Credit Point Management Center, notifying him that a recurring service had been activated for him, allowing him to claim a fixed quota of credit points every day—neither more nor less, exactly three hundred.

Passers-by noticed the carriage and cast curious gazes toward it. At that moment, a pair of delicate, snow-white hands first lifted the sedan curtain.

Gao Shaolang still seemed uneasy and ultimately left two guards behind by Qingdai's side.

This is merely a very simple example, and examples of this kind could be cited as many times as one pleases.

The moment his hand touched the scaly python, a sizzling sound came from his fingertips, much like placing raw meat onto a red-hot wok.

With that, Liu Yixi wore a smug look of triumph; she could already picture what Lin Feng would look like kneeling before her.

Zhou Xuanxuan smiled faintly upon hearing this, bowed slightly toward Qin Kai before him, and said calmly.

Jiang Lin found it interesting, so he casually posted a comment reading [Zhouzhou is the prettiest], but who knew where his sudden burst of good luck came from—with a physique that never won a lottery in ten thousand years, he was unexpectedly struck by this windfall.

Qingdai kept her neck stiff and her entire body tense, terrified that if she accidentally provoked this person, he might prematurely trigger some "turning love into hatred" plotline and resort to skinning and bone-scraping methods.

An unbuttoned suit, a casual shirt, hands buried deep in trouser pockets, and dark, restrained eyes. A man like this, no matter what he was doing, would always draw everyone's gaze.

Naturally, he would not easily abandon this fleet. Besides, judging purely by observation, it was difficult to discern anything unusual. Therefore, after a brief moment of contemplation, he slapped a blood-red corpse-rearing bag at his waist. Dozens of ferocious-looking corpse-refining puppets with a metallic sheen suddenly appeared on the deck, roaring up toward the sky.

Bai Zichuan made a dramatic plot twist, the corners of his lips curving upward into a devilish smile even more wretched than the smile of a certain boxer after defeating his opponent.

There was no fiendish monster haunting the place at all. It was simply that someone had smashed the wine jars and replaced the fine wine with slops, intentionally misleading everyone into believing that a monster had emerged from the prime minister's estate.

The instant his sleeve swept outward, Silin held his breath, preparing to listen for that delightful shriek of agony.

By this time, several prominent gentlemen of the clan had caught the drift of the conversation, and every single one of their faces looked grim.

"Chief, these spoiled scions opening a company is clearly an abuse of power for personal gain. Why doesn't the higher-ups simply eradicate them?" Wang Hua asked.

"TPC's equipment is simply too overpowered; they're beating the monster up so miserably." Seeing Super-Beast Lunaticks, which previously used lasers like taking a bath, scrambling away in disarray amidst the firepower of the Artdesis, Hibiki Gousuke couldn't help but exclaim in awe—the gap between beings truly was immense.

This question was, in truth, somewhat redundant. Knowing was simply knowing; how one came to know was of little consequence.

The old lady stopped crying and listened intently. Realizing that Ruan Qingzhi had indeed considered matters for the sake of this family, her heart finally eased quite a bit.

Ai Yimo gazed coldly at the approaching man. Whether due to the lighting or something else, looking at that tall figure caused her to uncontrollably think of Luo Qifeng once more.

The horse galloped wildly, carrying him through half of Xingcheng and finally allowing him to calm down. When he returned to the entrance of the Xiao family estate, the steward was waiting on the steps.

As they spoke, Prince Rui had already entered the reception parlor. Ling Ruoxuan looked at his sullen face, feeling an indescribable joy within her heart.

"Stop dwelling on things that haven't happened; rest properly and take care of your health, understand?" Liang Xuechen perceived my anxiety and comforted me with his deep, magnetic voice.

By this time, Ye Muyu had already arrived and was seated beside Ye Fengchen. Ye Muyue, not sitting with the two of them, walked directly over to Bai Lian and took a seat.

Sister Yun's tone was thick with deep suspicion, but I didn't let her let her imagination run wild, simply saying that he probably didn't know me and it was just a coincidence. He mentioned wanting to buy a house in Golden Bay—didn't he discuss this matter with you?

Arriving at the familiar front gates she knew so well, she saw that the plaque on the door had long been replaced. The difference was that the Prince Yi Mansion had not been renamed the Yue Mansion, but had instead become the Qian Mansion.

She truly regretted her actions; had she known the man was so insatiably greedy, she never would have listened to Gu Shanshan.

It was only when he truly began doing business that he understood his previous thoughts had been somewhat naive. After all, unlike Lao Gan Ma, which operated a physical industry with massive cash flows, the Future Group was involved in far too many investment projects, all of which relied on his own prophetic memories to participate in major corporations and enterprises.

Had they not met Su Feng and been given Heaven-grade cultivation techniques, they probably would have had no hope of breaking through to the Martial Spirit realm in this lifetime.

Su Feng stared directly at the Demon Consort and Tian Fangjue, his entire body tensing up in defense. Even having witnessed the strength of a Semi-Sage, he would not retreat.

Qiangang and Wilson naturally had no objections. Captain Wang Hao had always shouldered the command responsibility; Qiangang took the account card and, entering stealth mode in front of the monitor, went in through the main entrance. Wang Hao and Wilson each followed a staff member through the left and right side doors into their respective zones.

As for the video game parlor, he hadn't made a phone call there at all; that was the retreat left behind for the orphanage, and Zhao Fusheng would not touch the money there even if he were driven to the absolute end of his rope.