Volume One, Chapter 30: Could She Really Be a Grandmaster of the Mystical Sect?

The next morning, Wang Luo awoke and, following the plan, announced the death of Ross to the public.

Upon closer inspection of the male corpse, which clearly lacked any vital signs and stared back with unclosed eyes, Conan took note of his expression.

It was a smile filled with irony. Perhaps, had it been Russell, he might have grasped Charlie’s intent. But in Peng Peng’s eyes, it was merely an unfathomable mystery; he understood nothing else of it.

Fu Dalong, a suitor of Zeng Li, was among the crowd. Seeing her acting so intimate with Zhao Hao, he no longer harbored any thoughts toward her.

Yesterday, he had intended to find some amusement for the Qianlong Emperor, never expecting to stumble upon such a treasonous affair. After a whirlwind of activity during the day, Heshen experienced the treacherous schemes of Bumbutai firsthand that night, suddenly realizing the malicious intent hidden beneath it all.

The Nanzhou Great Forest was notoriously perilous, which made the Heavenly Mountains the premier source of ore for the entire Sword Dao Continent.

Charlie smiled, and as he spoke, he flicked his hand. As if by magic, he pinched the final gold Galleon, which had been wedged inside his ring, between his thumb and index finger.

Princess Gaoyang’s mother was originally Lady Dai, a consort of Li Jiancheng. Having fallen for Lady Dai’s beauty at first sight, Li Shimin took her for his own on the night he bloodied the Eastern Palace, eventually giving birth to Gaoyang.

Seeing him speak with such confidence and even daring him to investigate his finances, Wang Zhongjun did not think he was joking. Looking at the assessment report in his hand, he had already made up his decision.

Zui Lanlan and I exchanged glances and smiled helplessly. We had no choice but to keep grinding; looking at the vast expanse of "fossils" on the ground, I truly did not know how long this would take.

Breathing heavily in extreme frustration, a desperate impulse rose in Zhan Feihong’s heart, and he made a move to pull the thunder drum from his waist pouch.

"I have named this combat suit the 'Gray Wolf Combat Suit.' It is a new type of gear that is absolutely world-leading, utilizing a technology known as 'digital camouflage.'"

"Rest assured, you will get what you wish for. However, what I must tell you now is that you may have been hijacked by Solnassis’s men, because the direction he is driving is not the meeting point we agreed upon; he is heading in the opposite direction."

Only then did Liu Ding smile. After months of working together, everyone had finally opened their hearts to one another. From this point on, future cooperation would be free of many artificial obstacles and was destined for brilliance.

Li Xiang was well aware of the talent of the Fire God Yan. Back when he was grinding tasks, he had barely managed to surpass him, and the Fire God Yan was an introverted shut-in who stayed home to cultivate and went nowhere else.

I fumbled around and finally discovered a button beneath the skill interface. Looking closely, it read: "Offer tribute to the Golden Dragon King."

"If the gang leader leaves, then so be it. Since the Heavenly Gate is so ignorant, my Axe Gang need not fear them. At worst, we will go down together," a hall master roared in anger.

"Only the two of you remain. Come, draw one," Zhan Ke said, a smile plastered on his face, his squinted eyes watching every move Zhan Feihong made.

Furthermore, once the research team was established, in addition to viral studies, they would conduct cytological research. Lin Hong’s resurrection plan was equally vital to Su Yang.

Huang Jing brought Yang Feng to an oversized, luxurious VIP suite. This suite was used by the Wanda Craft Factory to host high-profile guests, even city leaders. Yet, at this moment, it was being used to accommodate Yang Feng.

He Mosheng looked at Shen Ruge in horror, while Zhuang Shishi picked up a cup nearby and began to drink.

The remaining Imperial Guards on the martial arts practice field looked at each other, unsure for a moment whether they should follow Grand Marshal Xu or what they should do.

Li Fei had once agreed with this theory when his grandfather told it to him, but hearing it now, it sounded jarringly wrong.

Lin Qing hurriedly blocked Su Jin behind her, her eyes filled with vigilance as she looked at the person before her.

"Could they be that stupid? To do something that harms the enemy by a thousand while losing eight hundred themselves?" Rongrong Pig expressed skepticism.

"No, we’ll start learning now. Isn't Sister Qingshang embroidering? Let’s go in and watch from the side. Even if we can't understand everything, as long as we watch, we’re bound to gain something." With that, the four nodded slightly and watched as Su Jin hurried into the room.

Shi Yi, having vacated his official post to observe mourning at home, had become depressed, spending his days drinking to oblivion at the Cup Never Stops tavern. Mou Rongtian and Li Tianmu often visited to comfort him and drink with him.

Bai Youxi took a deep, secret breath, burying all his emotions back into the depths of his heart, and managed to squeeze out a smile to accompany his son back to his room.

Inside a large iron cage, beneath a mass of disheveled hair, was the face of old man Nie Kong. His eyes were tightly shut, his brows furrowed, his complexion sallow, and his expression one of agony.

Qin Yang also felt a profound sense of fatigue. He reached out to rub his face, then picked up the teacup beside him, poured himself a cup, and drank.

Early the next morning, when Qin Yang and the others left the spacecraft again, they found Naka sitting cross-legged on a patch of grass not far from the ship, with a massive battle axe standing beside her.

As the family with the fewest servants, the Ji family naturally had no need for gatekeepers. No one knew when Ji Lingsheng followed Liu Ruoxi out the door. Ji Lingsheng trailed behind her, too lazy to overthink things; he would just react to whatever came his way. Liu Ruoxi walked very slowly, and Ji Lingsheng was in no hurry, not even paying attention to which path they took.