Volume 1, Chapter 36: The Pyramid

Xiao Yueling cast a casual glance at the clothes Chu Feng had tossed on the ground; altogether, they weren't worth as much as one of her earrings.

After instructing his mother to ensure his father took his medicine on time, Chen Yan rode the family’s only bicycle—a vintage "Twenty-Eight" model—into town.

Moreover, within a radius of several miles centered on Ye Feng, a terrifying and mysterious pressure descended upon the world.

Counterfeit products often imply poor quality. The Nanlian Enterprise aimed to build a national electronic trading market and had originally intended to win through quality.

The two realized that everyone who had left the Yao residence that night might have met a tragic end, but it was too late. They could only pursue the direction the last person had taken, hoping to save that individual’s life.

Xuan Zhao nodded in greeting. During his two days in Liuyun City, he had sparred with the prodigies of the Nine Sects, yet he could never find the sense of tempering he had experienced in the secret realm. He felt that although these prodigies were renowned, their combat prowess couldn't even match that of the Demon Emperor’s elite, let alone the Imperial Princes of the demon race.

As for the Profound Realm, besides diligent cultivation, it also depended on one’s innate talent and destiny. Those who enter this realm are known as God-level experts, possessing the power to contend with deities of the Divine Realm in terms of Daoist magic.

If it were a pair, the phoenixes above should be facing each other from left and right, but now, they were actually both facing the same direction.

The Red Leaf Hall was considered a large company in Jiangnan City, with its headquarters located in the suburbs, spanning over three hundred acres and employing nearly a thousand people.

The moment he grabbed the wine pot, he let out a strange "Eh," clearly not expecting that the pot was actually empty.

Zhuo Yingyan was filled with envy, but she also derived a principle from this: there are always loopholes in the world, and getting on good terms with NPCs makes everything more convenient.

The three took a few more steps forward and finally saw a pile of white, sun-bleached bones, already crumbled into a heap.

Yelu Nanfeng let out a cold snort and ultimately held his tongue, but even though he held back, his words remained as caustic as ever.

But if Chai Mu remained alive, would they take matters into their own hands and kill him? Judging by their observations of the First and Third Mistresses today, their grief didn't seem genuine—which is to say, they weren't sad at all.

Wang Jianchuan could no longer hold it in and bit his lip hard to keep from laughing out loud. The other two Lone Wolves didn't have such willpower; once discovered by Tang Ruier, they were immediately banished to the back of the car to stand in the wind.

Speaking of demon beasts, Xu Yuanxing immediately called out to Zhang Yuan. The two went outside the tent, where the carcass of the green wolf demon beast lay in the corner.

In an instant, a violent wind whipped up across the flat ground. Aside from the disciples of the Cloud Heaven Palace and the Wind and Cloud Palace who possessed formidable cultivation at the Heavenly Pellet stage, everyone else was blown back several steps by the gale.

I have to admit, staying with Professor Chen at that ice platform, my heart was thumping incessantly.

This girl loved her second brother the most and clung to Yang Wang every day, fearing that if he went to the outside world, he would leave her behind.

Ling Lan was just about to say something when she saw the waiter smiling at someone behind her. And that person behind her—wasn't that Gu Hanhao?

After letting Ling Lan lie down in his bedroom, Gu Hanhao sat alone in the dark living room. The uncontrollable rage from moments ago seemed to have subsided slightly. He began to calm down and contemplate the killer’s intentions.

Afterward, everyone picked up their chopsticks. Except for Yang Ming, who couldn't let go of his status, the other six focused solely on serving dishes to Ling Xuan, eating very little themselves.

The older generation in the palace withered away batch by batch, while the newcomers blossomed like delicate flowers before her eyes, keeping her in a state of constant trepidation every day.

Hua Li had always been doing her best for them, and even now, Hua Erlang knew he had been wrong.

Ye Fei didn't say a word; he immediately took out the items he needed and handed them to him, then opened the two formulas.

As soon as the Xiliang Emperor spoke, a squad of Imperial Guards holding long spears stepped forward. Just then, an explosion rang out, and the Western Side Hall of the Cold Beauty Palace was instantly engulfed in flames.

The two stared at each other, seeing their future in each other's eyes. A future that would not include each other.

I cursed myself and began to dress her. Before I could finish, shouting came from afar, sounding like Tong Yao’s mother calling her name.

In the endless void, after two points of light merged, and after a very long time, they merged with a third point. This spark of fire grew gradually; at first, it was merely a faint glimmer, but it slowly gained the momentum of a prairie fire, and the light, which had been almost invisible, began to emit a soft radiance.

Li Zixiao had discovered the key to the problem, and upon his reminder, Ling Yue also realized the severity of the situation.

The wind and snow continued to rage, and the roaring waves several miles away had subsided. Xia Biyao grabbed Donggong Liqin’s feet, looked up, and stared at her. Xia Biyao’s gaze was like a knife, piercing into Donggong Liqin’s heart.

Han Siyou’s eyes turned cold, his gaze dark and profound as he glanced at the pale-faced Gu Yanxi beside her: "Are you sure you want me to sign? The child's father?" Han Siyou gritted his teeth.

"Ha! I see your Snow Toad Divine Art isn't all that impressive." The young man smiled and said.

When Li Zixiao realized the severity of the situation, it was already too late. Liang Yan raised her tear-filled eyes, her voice somewhat choked with sobs.

Those five slender, transparent needles were a unique poison belonging to the Cangshan Sect. Each one had been tempered for a thousand years in black silkworm venom, capable of instantly paralyzing a person’s nerves. When fired, they were invisible, intangible, and silent, leaving one impossible to defend against.

Tracing her fingers in the air, a victory sign suddenly appeared before her.

After hearing Li Zixiao’s explanation, Zhou Tongtong didn't show a smile; instead, she was filled with worry and asked in a sour tone.

Moreover, Yang Chen sensed that although this guy’s aura was very powerful, it was not strong; in other words, there was not much power left in his body, and maintaining his vitality was already an extraordinary feat.

Now that his two masters had actually defied their original promise to come down the mountain for his sake, how could Sun Qian not be moved?

Secondly, why did the culprit choose to kill inside the venue? After all, this auction was heavily guarded; even if one could bring a gun inside, could the assassin be certain of killing Luo Yan with a single shot?

First, there was the theft of the Desert Star by Han Xiao. To Sun Qian, who had a deep understanding of the Thief Sect, he knew the Thief Sect would never kill anyone. And judging by Han Xiao’s performance, he was also surprised by the gunshot that came from inside the venue! This indicates that Han Xiao was merely a pawn.