Volume One, Chapter 32: Upending the Worldview

He had gone to great lengths to establish a connection with Lu Huaijin, a future master in the field, and had invested a significant sum of money just to borrow his work for this exhibition.

Sister Yu hurriedly grabbed Su Qing’s raised hand. "President Zhang, you’ve misunderstood. Boss Zhu simply appreciates Su Qing’s talent; there is nothing more to it."

Zhou Suishi had heard a bit about private equity investment, but she never imagined that Huo Yusen would have such a background.

Lin Jingyu, having just changed his clothes, chatted with A-Biao for a moment. Seeing Kong Aichun chase after the young man, he hesitated for a second before following them as well.

Lu Huaijin was practicing human structure and form, which is why he hadn’t even sculpted the features on the faces of the figures.

Hu Shiliang and the others offered sacrifices to the Earth God, placed fruits on the graves, and lit firecrackers before everything finally concluded.

Regardless, Father Wu had to hold a funeral. Liu Ling did not know the customs for such ceremonies and needed to notify Liu Mao.

The words of these two were truly unpleasant. Li Ning'er knew they were doing it on purpose, yet she couldn't help but recall the day she fainted at the Princess's mansion, when Shen Xingnan had invited the Princess to visit the food festival together.

Su Qing thought about that situation and immediately realized Sister Yu was right. She shuddered and fell silent.

Setting aside the copper coin held in its mouth, the gold ingot underneath had its textures specially outlined along the edges, looking dazzling under the light as if it were truly glowing.

"I am about to depart for the Thirty-Third Heaven. Take care of yourself." After speaking, Huorong glanced at Chang Xi with a flicker of complex emotion, then vanished in a flash of spiritual light. As for the Spirit Ginseng Boy, he had already gone to Kong Xuan’s side yesterday.

Next, Gu Bao took out the Golden Hanging Sword. After infusing it with spiritual power, the sword suddenly expanded to over a zhang in length and a chi in width, carving out a space two zhang wide at the very peak of the main mountain.

The two played tennis, and Yagami Light, having been a three-time middle school champion, was not inferior to L in terms of skill. If anything, it was strange that L, a guy who usually hunched his back, could play tennis so well.

The doctor gave a dry laugh, no longer daring to stay in the ward, and hurriedly led the nurses out.

It must be said that although the Captain had lost his memory, his intimidation remained, and he was still capable of killing with a single stroke. To try and take advantage of Chen Xuanwu’s amnesia was absolute suicide.

Infinite fear spread through the depths of its heart. The lizard dragon had completely lost the will to resist, allowing that soul power to penetrate deep into its mind.

He had run this shop for decades, but now that this had happened, he found it difficult to let go.

This was simply like throwing an egg against a rock—seeking one's own death. The gap between the two was as vast as heaven and earth.

Maintain eternal friendship? How could that be possible? Was Yang Yi supposed to conquer country after country and still leave a state within a state? Prince Simon was left with only two choices: either submit, pledge allegiance, and fight for him, in which case Yang Yi might let him keep his kingdom, or be occupied.

Hearing this, Fujiwara suddenly shuddered, immediately dropping to the ground and finding another protruding rock for cover.

"Host, it took over two hours just to dig up this Green Blood Spirit Ginseng. We should hurry and find medicinal herbs!" the Demon Spirit suggested.

Chen Feng dodged to the side immediately. However, just a few zhang away, he discovered that the figure was like a ghost, pursuing him relentlessly, impossible to shake off.

Because he had always firmly believed that since he kept to himself, he would never invite such fate. He had long known that someone was pulling the strings behind everything.

The sword that had ricocheted back was manipulated by Zhu Yuncheng through hand seals. After circling in the air, it struck at Zhao Ming again. This time, he used all his strength, hoping to succeed in one blow.

Recalling the past, it was still vivid in his mind. Ling Sheng couldn't help but grit his teeth, his breathing becoming chaotic.

A vacuum was suddenly cleared. Without further delay, Cang Ming brandished his weapon to meet the charging monsters.

The Silver Moon Demon Wolf suddenly appearing in the territory of a low-grade Yellow-rank demonic beast was an anomaly that would surely attract the attention of the inner sect’s higher-ups. Therefore, the figure needed to leave the area quickly before the investigators arrived to avoid being tracked.

After Huang Jian ambushed him with a strike, Chen Feng was consumed by anger. Without a word, he swung his fist and smashed it directly toward Huang Jian.

Anyway, even if I changed the lock, he would still have a way to enter and exit as he pleased with his skills. Besides, I am living in someone else's house, so it’s not appropriate to be too private.

The school team members were exhausted. The ball had only passed through their hands a few times before it was thrown into complete disarray by Xing Fuchen. When they tried to pass it inside for Zhong Xintong to attack, Xing Fuchen snatched it away first, then dribbled the ball, swaying past the opposing players as he headed toward his own half.

And he, with these arms that had not yet stiffened, would win happiness for himself—even if it meant facing the threats of a demon, he would not regret it.

First of all, what did these two riddles have to do with the way they were led in circles on the third floor? In other words, what did they have to do with the structure of the card house? This had to begin with Mu Dongdong’s statement.

When they were still miles away from Longyin City, a figure blocked their path. The newcomer was a master at the Martial God level, wearing black armor and looking exceptionally majestic.

Yun Yeyao did not observe the man’s appearance carefully; he only felt that he was not tall, had fair skin, and possessed a rather delicate temperament.

The old man never considered himself aged. He maintained the same spirit he had as a young criminal police officer, wanting to handle every action personally and disregarding danger. In this, Xie Yunmeng was exactly like him.