Volume One, Chapter 21: The Black Gold Chip

Even atop Black Hair Three and Broken Monkey, Qingdiao Mei was still unsure whether they were Yuan Shao’s opponents.

Usually, when it came to money matters, Yan Sanming would find opportunities to spar verbally with Gao Zhenshan, but when it involved such serious issues, even Yan Sanming lacked the courage to intervene.

The low, guttural roars drew nearer and nearer; she could even hear the sound of saliva and stomach acid stirring.

Old Master Zhao was quite exasperated with Su Mo’s lack of ambition, but he was not in a position to intervene too much at the moment.

“Yes, yes, Yangtou is right. Fatso, did you hear that? Asking for just a little more won’t hurt,” said the pockmarked, green-clad constable eagerly, wearing a sycophantic grin as if to please his master.

The next day, Ren Pingsheng arrived at Professor Zhang’s house with the money. The two prepared to go handle the property transfer, but as they were about to leave, Professor Zhang knocked on the neighbor’s door.

“If you’re not afraid of a hedgehog pricking your backside, then by all means, bring the hedgehog upstairs to sleep. Anyway, I close my door to sleep, so the hedgehog can’t reach me,” I continued to coax the baby.

The luxurious private room was spacious and bright, furnished with eight eight-immortal tables. The classmates naturally divided into two groups, sitting with those they got along with, chatting and laughing in lively spirits.

Among the seven, the captain pushed with his legs and, propelled by strong profound energy, leapt over the wolf-shaped beast and reached its head.

The moment I realized I could move, I instinctively looked toward the direction of the ghostly figure and the sleeping man.

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That day, he arrived at the immense garden described on her manuscript—a sea of blooming flowers, just as beautifully fragrant as she depicted. Upon entering, he felt a clear-headed ease and closed his eyes to take several deep breaths.

Each elder of the Xiaoyao Sect had their own mountain peak; anyone causing trouble on their home turf was effectively slapping themselves in the face. So, when this commotion arose, someone swiftly came flying out.

Song Lingling sat in the taxi, glanced at the driver, a crafty gleam flashing through her eyes. Suddenly, she punched him in the face, knocking him unconscious. Such matters must not be revealed to outsiders.

With every step she took, it felt as if she was treading on her own blood and flesh, the pain causing her to shudder uncontrollably.

She collapsed onto the cold, bluish-gray stone tiles. The stones were cold but not as cold as her heart; hard but not as hard as Xuanyuan Tingye’s resolve.

Losing control of her body, Mu Ximei could only follow the momentum, leaving an invisible arc in the air before vanishing among the mountain shadows, plummeting down heavily. When Nian Gengyao realized and tried to reach out to catch her, it was already too late; he could only watch helplessly as she fell.

England, so far from this place of sorrow, yet offering hope to cure her father’s illness, was a good idea. But Chu Binxuan and she were strangers by blood; how could she possibly bear such a great debt?

Lin Kai reached out to catch the towel Liang Jiaxi tossed over, a faint smile curling at the corner of his lips, silent. Watching his handsome, composed face, Liang Jiaxi wished he could take a knife and carve him into a net—just to see if he still dared to flirt with his wife.

Bai Luoxi’s heart raced as she lay on the bed, panting. Just now, in her despair, she had blurted out those words, never expecting Guo Feiyu to leave because of them. It was, in a way, an escape. Pulling the covers over herself, she slowly calmed down and drifted into dreams.

“Understood!” As she spoke, Lin Hanxi’s silk dress and undergarments were tossed aside. The embarrassing scene from their wedding night replayed—only that night it had been a bright red bellyband, whereas tonight, she wore a purple bamboo bellyband, exuding a fresh, delicate fragrance.

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Yang Hao spotted a relatively bright orb of light and sped toward it. Just as he was about to touch it—

“Found it!” Ye Zheng gripped his phone tightly, afraid that a tremor in his hand might cause it to drop.

Yang Hao glanced cautiously at the sibling pair and teased, “What, are you two interested in my inheritance too?” Thanks to Lin Ke’er’s previous experience, Yang Hao was much more wary of them now.

Yin Yimo examined the two bottles carefully. Though the liquids inside were similarly colored, they were actually different: one was a lighter reddish-brown, the other a darker brown with a glossy sheen. She looked curiously at Gan Guyu, tilting her head.

Countless casualties lay in the great hall; the people of Bashu were nearly wiped out. Chen Buyi from Yunhai Hall carried the stone tablet away from the hall. Jiang Dongyu was about to give chase when he saw someone entering the hall carrying Chen Buyi’s corpse.

To counter it, Yang Hao used his Golden Profound Pill clone on the beast. Even the ice profound python, being a demon beast, feared the clone’s whip-like kicks.

Minghui remained silent. Of course, he knew the trend. It wasn’t that he had been avoiding the problem before; he simply hadn’t found a better solution and ultimately had to rely on Minglian, who was still receiving the inheritance at the Five Emperor Hall.

At the far end of the broad square stood a solemn and sacred marble domed cathedral. Inside and out, magnificent and exquisite murals and sculptures adorned the space. They were said to have been crafted by renowned masters of the Middle Ages, making it a true temple of art.