Chapter 130: Piglets

Lu Yalan informed Jin Ming that she had contacted her aunt's lawyer and arranged to handle the inheritance procedures tomorrow.

Jin Ming felt a surge of excitement, but to maintain his persona, he feigned hesitation, advising her to reconsider for a few days. After all, as an upright gentleman, he shouldn't be deceptive, nor should he casually accept someone else's vast fortune; a show of reluctance was only appropriate.

Lu Yalan played along perfectly, dispelling his doubts with a blend of emotional appeals and practical incentives. She fully embodied the desperation and hope of a delicate young lady, suddenly thrust into chaos and left helpless, clinging tightly to a lifeline.

This brought Jin Ming immense satisfaction, though he couldn't help but sigh to himself: "For Lu Yalan to want me to pretend to be her husband so badly, she must be deeply in love with me. Very well, considering she is both wealthy and beautiful, when we eventually part ways..."

Suddenly, patterns of demonic arts emerged in the void, intertwining to seal off the space where Sun Sheng stood. All the demonic patterns began to glow, emitting a lethal radiance charged with a murderous chill, trapping Sun Sheng within.

Zhen Fei possessed the most extensive collection of biological specimen records, secrets that many scientists in the mortal world never had the opportunity to access.

From this, one could easily discern just how brutal and tense the recent, relentless battles for survival had truly been.

Almost instinctively, two streaks of light—one azure, one white—cut through the night, guarding either side of the Black Rakshasa Maiden as she underwent her tribulation, standing ready to fend off any lurkers in the shadows.

Within the family, the few surviving elders, along with the head of the retainers, Daoist Qing Lingzi of the Qinghai Sect—whom Xue Que deeply despised and had long since pushed to the periphery of the inner power circle—all participated in this "meritorious" and "far-reaching" undertaking.

This was only because the Ten Halls of Yama feared the vast cosmic forces behind the Demon Abyss and the Monster Court, and thus dared not act rashly. Otherwise, with the divine powers of the Ten Hall Masters, slaying a few invincible peak ninth-rank experts would have been effortless.

Just as the passage was about to close, four cultivators who had been trailing the Rakshasa appeared—it was Liao Suirong, employing a specialized movement technique.

These must be the bones of ancient sages, and furthermore, each bone contained the very essence of an ancient sage's lifelong cultivation; every sage possessed only one such bone in their entire body.

At this moment, Jian Xuanji sat cross-legged in the bamboo grove. The bamboo shadows swayed, and her graceful figure, with its flawless curves and crystalline, glowing skin, remained unchanged, even though her cultivation base was lost.

After all, Nanyun Satellite TV was, truthfully, a third-rate station. Its inherent strength was not particularly impressive, and in China, it had always maintained a lukewarm level of popularity. Moreover, having been established relatively late, it lacked any distinct characteristics or anything truly memorable.

The fact that these individuals could stand out among over a thousand disciples to occupy the ten private courtyard residences served as a testament to the prowess of the top ten inner disciples; they were, without question, the elite among seventh-rank martial artists.

After listening to Monkey-Tip, Yang Yi set down his coffee, and the pudgy cat wiggled its bottom, jumped onto the bed, and continued its nap.

Upon hearing what Qiu Guzi had to say, Niu Xinfeng's heart turned cold. Overcome by misery, he began to wail. While he cried, many others laughed, especially Ma Jiangang.

Different people hold different views on the same matter. For instance, Chu Shen believed that the Emperor's decree sending Chu Yun to the military was clearly an attempt to discipline him; his negligence had put the prince in danger, so the Emperor wanted him to experience the pain of separation from his own child as well.

Ping Lizhou stared in astonishment. Setting aside the fact that it was so late, the mere idea of Xu Huiqing coming over was impossible given their relationship. While they had no friction at work, they belonged to opposing camps and were strictly at odds.

Following the top of the rapidly growing flower stalk, one could see a completely sealed flower bud in the high air, gradually blooming at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Long and Xia, standing within a hundred meters, felt as if they were being pushed backward by a gale.

Accompanied by the rhythmic sound of steady footsteps, a sea of blue flags could be seen waving in the distance, drawing ever closer to Wang Youcai's military formation.