Chapter 30: How Could He Know

Deling cast a glance at the speaker and paused her work; he was truly insufferable.

Lu Feng, however, seemed oblivious to Deling’s sour expression. He jingled his car keys and asked, "With your face and your figure, why on earth do you have to do this kind of work?"

"What kind of work am I doing?" Deling was already annoyed with him, and his words only fueled her irritation.

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Gong Yeqing was already desperate to rush into the operating room to check on Su Yiran’s condition. Fortunately, Cheng Ye, who had been keeping a close eye on him, grabbed him just in time; otherwise, he would have compromised the sterile environment of the operating room.

The school sports meet was an event involving the entire faculty and student body, marking the first major activity for the seniors at Saint-Lia Academy this semester.

This world-class warship was a terrifying entity capable of rivaling a Saint Venerable. Although Guo Hao and the others did not yet know what level of existence the "Saint Venerable" mentioned by Mr. Xiang truly occupied, it was clear that even the slightest move from this warship would likely send them all to their graves.

With that, he waved his hand, making the final decision and giving Mo Ling no room to argue.

Su Qiaoxue shook her head in a hurry. If anyone else saw this, they would only think she was taking advantage of the situation, given Duan Sizhe’s noble status. Only her roommate truly had her best interests at heart.

The moment Ye Feng appeared, Chen Tianzheng jolted upright. Within his eye sockets, which had been nothing but whites, his terrifying eyeballs spun rapidly, and his gaze suddenly returned to that of a normal person.

Yan Ran knew Xu Yang’s character well. He had transferred in this semester; his family had some money, and it seemed his relatives were unable to control him.

There are two methods: one is to reduce the number of magical artifacts, which is the simpler and more direct approach. The other is to forge them as a set; by creating parent and child components, one can reduce the consumption of spiritual sense during operation.

She wanted to show Bai Moyan what the real gap between them was. She could effortlessly dismantle all his plans, leaving not a single trace behind.

Seeing her mother beaming with joy, Ling Xiaoxiao quickly took the opportunity to add another remark, hoping to prevent her mother from bringing up the subject of Jia Meng again.

The look of contempt successfully triggered Chu Hengyu’s sore spot. When he was homeless on the streets, he had been looked down upon in exactly the same way.

"We investigated her regarding the staged encounter. Her background is far too simple and clean; there’s nothing suspicious to be found. Moreover, a few days ago, when Madam Helian was nearly involved in a car accident, it was she who saved her."

This battle was incredibly perilous, feeling even more hair-raising to Du Yun than the major clash from two nights ago.

Therefore, he was in no rush to tell the old master about this; besides, the old man still had two pieces of ancient ceramic pottery recently brought back from Hong Kong to admire.

The aftermath of the charity auction in Shanghai finally dissipated after more than a week.

Li Chu had already accepted the inheritance and could begin the practice of Primordial Origin Qi. When the Primordial Saint Venerable created this essence, he incorporated the quintessential elements of ancient qi cultivation, preserving the characteristic that allows a cultivator to enhance the nature of their qi through Daoist energy.

Once Feng Qingkuang had departed, the smile faded from Feng Qingxue’s face. The corners of her eyes turned crimson, her gaze filled with hatred and repressed agony.

The envoy of the Mingxia Department pressed his palms together before his chest, then suddenly extended his arms, casting a golden glow across the space.

Du Yun was unaware of this; otherwise, he would have been so angry he might have coughed up blood. He shattered the illusion with a single punch, only for a new scene to emerge. The setting shifted to a high mountain, and Du Yun found himself standing on the edge of a cliff, with boiling magma churning beneath his feet—it was an active volcano.

The word "good" was almost spilling from his throat, but considering the current reality, Chu Mozhan held it back.

"I just want to leave a good impression on someone," the Diva said, casting a glance at Pao Tianming, who was busy sending messages to have his horses retrieved.