Volume One, Chapter 42: The Prey Falls into the Net

“Quiet! What kind of behavior is this, making such a racket?” Lu Xiong cast a half-hearted glance at Lu Zhixing. His expression remained as impassive as ever, but a hint of impatience had clearly crept into it.

The voice on the other end of the phone was extremely noisy. Sheng Xiaoyang seemed to be having a wild time somewhere in a nightclub again, and the din made it difficult to hear him clearly.

Nie Heng still wanted to persuade him, but when he met that ice-cold gaze, all he could manage was a single word: “Yes.”

Chen Song looked around as well. He had kept an eye on the people who had been frequently lingering nearby over the past few days, but had found nothing. In the end, he simply snuck off and threw away all those useless things.

By then, no one was hunting them anymore. After all, the only reason anyone had pursued them was profit. The Chu Group, burdened with enormous debts, had long since become an empty shell. It was no longer the glorious multinational conglomerate it had once been.

After a long while, the burly man who had left reappeared. He watched him for a moment, then finally sighed helplessly, hoisted him over his shoulder, and walked away.

Once Zhou Yunxi had made up her mind, she immediately put it into action. On her way home, she deliberately observed her surroundings. The familiar objects around her evoked a strange sense of unfamiliarity.

After eating and drinking his fill, Chen Yang tricked Chen Shiming into wandering all over the city with him. He bought dozens of bags of snacks and led his own father around in circles for fun.

He had also completed his transformation entirely. From a poor nobody, he had gone on to buy a car and a house, marry, have children, and live a respectable, happy life.

Her peach-colored dress and exquisite hair ornaments lent her a touch more allure than her usual elegant and understated attire.

Qin Wu was startled, only to see Gong Cheng rush forward and kick away the attacker who had suddenly struck from behind her.

The spiritual fluctuation Feng Jiujiu had sensed moments ago was Zhang Di probing her cultivation. In an instant, Zhang Di had grasped the full extent of her realm, and he now had an eighty percent chance of killing her.

When he spoke, the sound of thunder in the sky grew even louder, and dozens of lightning bolts, shifting through myriad colors, descended all at once.

Wang Tao watched the video again. The footage was shaking even more violently, and since Su Yan appeared to be injured and was running very slowly, the air-raid shelter continued to tremble.

Below, several alchemists gazed at the Golden Core Formation Pill floating in midair. Their pupils contracted as they stared at the strange patterns on its surface. This was unmistakably a sign of supreme quality; the alchemist who had refined it had to be at least a third-grade alchemist.

Bruce nodded and jumped down. Su Yan aimed his pistol at Master Yideng and Qingyunzi.

At that moment, Ling Xuan gained a far deeper understanding of the words, “The Sacred Heaven City is about to undergo a great upheaval,” and he also understood his father’s earnest advice more clearly.

Suddenly, the black mist surged forth like a monstrous flood, rushing toward the meridian point. Ling Xuan was stunned. Could it be that he was destined to fail once again?

Ji Yuyou stood frozen, clutching her phone. Her gaze seemed to pierce through the screen, where she saw Liang Lele’s bright smile as she approached her with the most sincere feelings.

After sliding down the slope, the two of them struck a tree at the same time, their bodies pressed tightly together.

Every year, when this season arrived, adventurers would venture deep into the mountains in search of traces of the Purple Rain Elves. These were the beast-hunting parties people spoke of.

The decision now rested with Li Guishou. If he continued fighting, two lives would be lost. If he chose to die willingly, there might still be a chance to turn things around.

Meng Yuan’s approach produced immediate results. During the decade or so in which he had chosen to play it safe, the martial world had completed the transition between two generations.

This was the land where the Choros tribe had lived for generations. Nestled against the foothills of the Tianshan Mountains, it was nourished by melting snow and rushing rivers, which irrigated vast stretches of grassland.

Amamiya Chisen sat by the door, studying herself with curiosity. Her personal bodyguard sat beside her, also examining himself with a look that seemed to ask when he would die.

He had once heard Aunt Rou say that as long as one did things beneficial to the auspicious beast lord, one’s cultivation speed would increase tremendously.

Lan Zi’s father nevertheless agreed. Anyone who beat the war drum to file a complaint, regardless of the matter, had to receive thirty strokes. Xue Huaixu could never agree to let the Li family report the matter to the authorities.

To Gongsun Huan, this kind of unpredictable risk brought immense excitement and novelty. He was so addicted to this game of impersonating others that he could not extricate himself.

The nearest humans were probably Lin Feng and his party. Thus, they planned to eliminate the group and use it to intimidate the other humans.

Bao Yuanqian pondered inwardly. So this seemingly simple single-edged saber contained so many principles. He rarely engaged in close combat during his campaigns, and had always thought that using a saber simply meant hacking someone down. He had never imagined that he had overlooked so many intricacies.

Fate was always impossible to explain or define. Originally, he had merely brought Ziyan to the camp to seek treatment, but who could have imagined that he would inexplicably end up in this school, learning these foreign letters?

“Weren’t you on leave?” Ji Fanyi found it difficult to understand. Were you here to pursue your wife, or to amuse yourself at my expense? No wonder the beam was crooked from the top down—the father was hopeless, so the son was no better.

Wu Zishan’s words had struck directly at his heart. Even if the British were now constrained by the war and would no longer champion the tobacco merchants, the resulting strain in relations between the two sides might drive them to ally themselves with the Qing court. What would they do then?