42 Little Card

"Ahem, no wonder my star-gazing attempts before arriving at Gao County were all in vain. It turns out the object of my desire already has a master," the monk shook his head and remarked.

Lin Qi pondered this, yet he remained clueless about how to wake up. Looking around, the surroundings seemed slightly different from the Spirit Sparrow Mountain in his memory—familiar, yet estranged.

The guard pressed the button at the front, only to discover the window was locked tight and could not be opened; even the door was bolted shut.

The Wu state warships desperately broke through the artillery zone, slinking away downstream in defeat! Wu Shun wanted to pursue, but the river was obstructed by iron chains that had to be severed first.

Li Zheng gazed into the eyes of Zen Master Qianzhang. According to Xia Ke, once the process of strengthening the mind begins, the eyes become remarkably vibrant, manifesting visions of intertwined lightning, swirling storms, and clashing dragons and tigers.

"How much? Since you are Qingqing's younger brother, I can't charge you too much. Just pay three million, and we'll call it even," Nangong Yuqing said with a smile. In the world of the elite, three million for a set of clothes was hardly expensive.

Meng Yu took Zhou Qing’s hand and placed it against her heart. Her meaning was clear: there was a man in her heart, and that man was Zhou Qing.

Seeing Ye Tianhao trapped within the Cauldron of Profound Yellow Mother Qi, Ji Ningning’s lips curled into a smile. She then summoned the Shangmang Divine Sword, unleashing endless sword qi that poured into the cauldron's opening, intending to mince Ye Tianhao with the relentless barrage.

"Our clan's Demon Saint ancestor is not inferior; he merely fears that a great war might provoke the taboos deep within the Sunset Forest," a burly man with a dark face stated. He hailed from the Vajra Ape clan and was a descendant of that very Demon Saint. Hearing his supreme ancestor being dragged into this without cause, his expression turned even gloomier.

Having suffered a series of long-range strikes and being severely shaken by the beast cavalry, the vanguard of the Xianbei cavalry had yet to recover from the chaos when Qu A and his personal guard battalion arrived to strike.

Hearing the old man say he was hungry, Gong Yuyun immediately poured him a glass of warm water, peeled an apple, and even headed to the kitchen herself.

Because Zheng Puxi had opened the door, his body blocked the view of Miss Le'er, who was kneeling at the entrance. Consequently, when he looked at Le'er on the ground, Zhou Jin could only see Zheng Puxi's broad back.

He carefully scrutinized the dragon body that had fallen and perished before him, an inexplicable sorrow rising in his heart.

The scene shifted to Wu Xuerou in the dressing room, pawing at Tang Huang. Tang Huang’s attitude was far milder than Tang Yuchen's; he remained indifferent with his hands in his pockets, letting Wu Xuerou tease him.

"Honey, I was out today and..." Qiao Yiran hesitated, wanting to tell him about Lu Songren.

Back then, when his second uncle wanted to marry a third-rate celebrity, his grandfather had actually broken the uncle's leg. Fortunately, it was set back, and later, through a mix of soft and hard tactics, they forced the celebrity to go abroad, completely severing her contact with his uncle.

Wang Qi first introduced Cheng Li: this man was Lu Santong, a medicinal herb merchant who frequently traveled to buy and sell herbs. Because he was well-traveled and kept his ear to the ground, he also dealt in various pieces of information.

In the last two years, he must have had some incredible stroke of luck; he seemingly found a secret manual and several miraculous pills, suddenly rising to prominence as a renowned genius of the Huashan Sect. In less than two years, his cultivation had broken through to the Golden Core realm, nearly rivaling the elders of the Huashan Sect.

Her father was such a kind, honest, and steady man—why had he been forced to wear the badge of a cuckold for so many years? And why had her mother been so arrogant and oppressive toward her father all these years at home?

Through their conversation, Yang Feng gained a deeper understanding of Bliss. Bliss was France’s most famous handicraft buyer; he had not only established a vast marketing network across France but also throughout all of Europe.

Tianhong Jewelry was not far away. It used to take Xu Qing less than twenty minutes to walk, and after a few minutes of driving, he was at the shop entrance, paying the standard minimum fare.

Dark Night suddenly felt a sense of listlessness, a desire to leave. He looked at Han Li by the door. Han Li turned back to look at him and smiled. Not everyone ignored him, after all. He would stay for Han Li’s sake. Dark Night found a reason for himself to remain.

Noticing this, a shadow flashed across Zhang Can's eyes—this looked far too much like the product of supernatural power.

Xia Youyi clutched her chest tightly. Xia Lei could not be harmed, he absolutely must not be harmed, or she truly would not be able to go on living.

The shop contract was finalized by the middle of the month, and Nian Liang’s poor mother was suffering from her period again, with the bleeding showing no signs of stopping.

Who in this world is truly a good person, and who truly wants to be a villain? It is just that we all must make choices, and we all must make sacrifices.

Their bodies no longer obeyed them; they could not even speak a word.

She chewed her snacks slowly while observing her elder sister’s head and clothes. Thinking back to how particular she was just about washing her hands, she felt a secret envy. As expected of a wealthy family—their food, clothing, and lifestyle were indeed different. She wondered if she would live such a fairy-like life after marrying into the Yao household.

Seeing this, Xi Yan raised her eyelids slightly, as if she had already anticipated their reaction. As a princess of the noble Snow Flood Dragon clan, when had she ever been so humble?

At this point, everyone stepped back, offering no further rebuttal. This was partly out of respect for the head of the house, and also to prove that their courage remained.

With a "bang," the double axes in the hands of the ape-like giant erupted with immense power, flipping the roaring elephant mid-air and smashing it to the ground.

Huang Qikun, seeing Long Banshan make his move, felt ashamed and regretful for his own arrogance. He wanted to go over and kick the fat man a few more times, but realized the man had already fainted.

Facing the unity of man and weapon, as the Sovereigns and Emperors of the Gods fully unleashed the power of the supreme primordial artifacts, the mysterious man's pressure surged instantly. Had the Sovereigns and Emperors not been suffering from unhealed wounds, the mysterious man would have retreated long ago.

The light of the Doutian Divine Peak is not something even immortals can tread upon recklessly. Under the terrifying pressure of the Dao-Extinguishing force, who would dare step onto the land of the primordial origin of the Dao?