Chapter 39

Therefore, the food business was doing quite well. If the dishes were both delicious and inexpensive, all the better—they would be even more favored.

On the other hand, excessively loud sounds were actually a form of adversity for horses, causing them distress and pain.

Yang Wanwan smiled and descended from upstairs; she was determined to see what scheme her eldest aunt by marriage was plotting.

As for taking over, Bai Qiu'an thought to himself that Ji Wudao was still in his prime, and according to Shi Dong, his actions over the past two years hadn’t shown any significant moves.

Watching as the poisoned needle was about to strike his opponent’s shoulder, the man in black collapsed with a cruel smile, his mouth agape as if to say, “I’ve won!” If he had known what would happen next, he might have risen from the grave, unable to rest in peace.

Yet just as Ganxin’s expression of relief appeared, a sudden turmoil churned in his abdomen. He hurried out, and just as he shut the door behind him, he couldn’t help but spit out a mouthful of fresh blood.

Perhaps they were still anxious at this moment. Even many years later, when the two recalled this day’s conversation, their faces were filled with pride.

“Why are you all looking at me like that?” Faced with the crowd’s concerned and anxious gazes, Li Chengye felt a bit bewildered.

As family, one should get along in a way that makes everyone happy; there’s no need to be too particular or argumentative.

I knew perfectly well that Wanru was only speaking out of anger, but for some reason, I couldn’t come up with a single word to defend myself. She was standing right in front of me and it should have been the perfect opportunity, but I suddenly found myself at a loss for words.

“Boss, don’t worry. Even if we lose all ten games, I still have confidence to lead the Bucks into the playoffs. That’s my promise!” Li Tuanjie said resolutely to Edens.

Daheng’s foundation, painstakingly accumulated over hundreds of years, was impressive, but under such ravenous devouring, it inevitably seemed somewhat fragile.

Next, Yao Wen introduced several great uses of the Sacred Eye, which made us all look at Lin Wei with envy, for she alone had the chance to experience its wonders firsthand.

At the time, so many shocking revelations hadn’t yet been deciphered, so naturally, there wasn’t much attention paid. But now, the situation had changed—what was written in those ancient texts could affect the entire world of cultivation, which was why Shen Ming and the Imperial Bureau were eager to uncover every detail.

It’s worth noting that the square under the night sky was not entirely shrouded in darkness. This was because the higher-ups in the Knife Gang had pooled their money to buy some lights, so that nothing would be invisible.

Normally, Central City wasn’t this crowded; the most discussed topic among passersby was the suspension of work at the waste yard.

“If you’re not feeling well, what can you do? You’re not that adult son of yours. If you dare lay a hand on me, do you know what crime that would be?” Wang Hu looked at Fang Hao with a sinister glare. He was on the verge of madness, having been played for so long by a father and son; for him, it was a grave humiliation.

So, even when facing Lian Xue, the Palace Mistress of Kunlun Immortal Palace, she showed not the slightest fear; in fact, her presence even overpowered Lian Xue’s.

Naturally, we could see that the young man in the baseball cap was Cui Xu, the top member of the River Bureau, and the dozen or so young men in blue behind him were the bureau’s competitors.

“All that aside, the most important thing now is... the elevator is the only means of transport we have left,” Qiu Shuangyue sighed.

“Silly child, what I mean is that from now on, you’re not allowed to start trouble or get into fights for no reason. But if someone bullies us, we don’t have to just take it; we can call the police and ask for help!” My mother gently stroked my head and said kindly.

At that moment, Wang Wei’s mind raced... If these reclusive martial artists could be brought under my command, what then?

Nangong Douling immediately jumped up and rushed at Sima Changmian. To catch the leader is to catch the bandits; as long as Sima Changmian was defeated, his familiars would retreat.

She understood that this was a sign of an unhealed wound—if struck hard or jarred violently, it might reopen.

“I think we should!” I nodded righteously and immediately lunged at Lu Shuai as well.

Ye Xingchen tried to control his soul force to resist, but it was futile. The Dragon Master Pill cracked and shattered.

On this particular night, the three highest-ranking leaders of this force, also the most skilled in martial arts, were drinking and making merry in a wooden building.

It was the first time in my life I had eaten drunken shrimp in a restaurant. They were served in a glass jar; Liu Baiwan explained that the shrimp were alive, soaked in white liquor until inebriated, then eaten with horseradish.

Jiang Ning nodded with a smile, warmly chatting and drinking with Chu Zhiming. To taste Jianmu’s food was no easy feat—though one had to endure Jianmu’s murderous glares, the grilled meat was delicious no matter how one ate it.

As for Liang Yuping’s Yong’an Palace, it remained tightly guarded by golden-armored sentries. Food was still delivered daily; after all, Emperor Kangping had arranged for a fake Liang Yuping to be imprisoned there, so the meals were by no means going to waste.

The elder surnamed Lu, being born of the most illustrious millennia-old aristocratic clan in the realm and once a promising cultivator, had managed, through snatches of conversation among his elders, to piece together some fragments of insider knowledge. The truth could not be too far off.

All we know is that their bones, buried underground for millions of years, have become fossils—yet so many dinosaur species have left so many fossils behind.

Especially at nightfall, when the courtyard was lit, dancers performed in the light while viewers watched from the shadows. The interplay of light and shade created a special kind of charm.

Cui Dongshan was entrusted to watch over the Jinhuang Residence a little more. Chen Ping’an then pressed off from the ferry, instantly soaring away, traveling alone on the wind toward Great Spring’s Mirage City—swift as lightning, yet still masking the awe-inspiring momentum his journey ought to have displayed.

At that moment, a deafening and earth-shattering roar erupted without the slightest warning. The shockwaves were visible to the naked eye, rippling outward in waves, shattering the void, exploding countless heads—a truly spectacular sight.