Chapter Forty-Seven: Niuzi Treats Her Even Better

The weather in December had turned bitterly cold. Although the south had not yet frozen over, temperatures had dropped noticeably.

She lay on the Ice Bed with her eyes gently closed. Suddenly, a hazy white radiance enveloped her, making her figure seem even more ethereal, as though an immortal maiden had descended to the mortal world.

As the holder of 364 patents in China, I possessed wealth beyond measure.

The four great clans of Thunder, Flame, Rock, and Ice had long been renowned across the Dream Continent. Though they had always maintained an alliance, their territories were clearly divided by region. Each clan also possessed an inherited bloodline and unique abilities, so it was exceedingly rare for a four-person party made up of members from all four great clans to appear.

By the time he reached the airport, bought the next available flight to Chang'an, and then took a bus from Chang'an back to Tianyi City, it was already noon the following day.

Zhang Jianwei had nothing at all. No one liked him, not even dogs, and his grandparents had passed away long ago. The only person who offered him comfort and guidance was his uncle by marriage—a cousin of his father's who happened to be his maternal uncle. He brought Zhang Jianwei to the family's rural guesthouse, where he paid him eight hundred yuan a month, enough to keep himself fed and housed until he graduated in his final year of university.

Although this Great Vajra Pestle was unmatched in attack power and accuracy, its techniques were broad and forceful, each strike carrying tremendous weight. Compared with short weapons, however, its movements were considerably slower.

A succession of clanging and banging noises came from that direction. There must have been all sorts of tools stored in the squat toilet, and the man was taking something out of it.

When everyone saw Liu Feng preparing to leave, they immediately opened a path for him. Even a powerhouse as mighty as Bian Zixing, who seemed like a heavenly god descended to earth, had to call Liu Feng his boss. Blocking Liu Feng's way would have shown an astonishing lack of judgment.

Gradually, a lump rose from the center of the muck. It twisted and writhed, slowly taking on a vague outline.

Everything Aaron saw still looked exactly as it had before, all of it dyed blood-red.

Although the Radiant Sky Tiger King was gravely wounded, his soul power remained formidable. If he truly chose to resist, Haotian might not succeed.

It was an ordinary ward, but Old Crooked had somehow managed to secure a private room for him. When Ding the Lame entered, he found his father lying on the hospital bed, snoring like thunder. The moment Ding Silna saw him, she covered her mouth and began to weep. The blanket concealed the rest of his body, but his face alone was already horrifyingly disfigured.

Although they were drinking Korean soju, the three of them had consumed at least thirty cases between them, and Li Mingqiu alone had drunk half of that. True, the man had eventually become completely wasted, but without a decent tolerance, he could not have finished fifteen cases—he would not even have managed five.

Vast energy surged through his body, filling him with seemingly inexhaustible strength. Naturally, he also had more than enough spells left to use.

This alone revealed how extraordinary Dark Cloud Stronghold was. It had actually trained its subordinates to be so fearless of death.

Chen Wudong was somewhat surprised as well. It seemed that no one had dared speak to him so defiantly in a long time. Yet when he heard the key phrases “Chen Ling” and “personal relationship,” he calmed down. His gaze flickered uncertainly, and for a moment he said nothing.

It was not that Ye Chenfeng was showing off. Huating International could deliver the contract today. He had seen Qiu Muchan’s budget, which was roughly fifty million. Besides, this was not merely a simple partnership—it would completely open up the distribution channels, and the profits would far exceed fifty million.

Quite a few major figures had gathered this time—of course, they were all high-tech talents from the Heavenly King Group.

Qin Haonan had achieved the purpose of his visit. He had never expected the Divine Fate Group to recognize and cooperate with him immediately. What he wanted was simply to establish friendly relations within the game.

Over the course of eight years, the Mechanical Nemesis had grown from its infancy into its complete form. The layers of rare metals fused throughout its body had transformed it into an existence that was almost omnipotent.

Take the Origin Star of the Blackfall Clan, for example. Even though Ji Ming knew there was a strong possibility of discovering a Spirit Bestowed by the Gods there, the history of the Blackfall Clan contained no records related to such spirits. Nor were there any particular signs or phenomena. Unlike the Spirit-Eyed Clan, they possessed no legends concerning an emperor.

They had never expected Chen Xing's first task after returning to be mass recruitment. Everyone's heart sank. Could it be that Ji Ming had encountered trouble in the Star巡 Corridor and required military assistance?

Suddenly, Chen Xijun drew her gun and pressed it against the Six Gates agent's face. The scent of gunpowder from the weapon forced its way into the agent's nostrils. Yet he inhaled deeply with relish, as though savoring an intoxicating drug.

Qin Yan's heart jolted. He gazed at that breathtaking face before him. Beneath the dim light, a rippling lake seemed to shimmer within her eyes.

Behind him, the Wheel of Buddha and Demon materialized. At the same time, a colossal demonic shadow emerged behind him, only to transform into the image of a sacred Buddha. The two forms alternated back and forth.

For some unknown reason, the guild Shengshi Shengge, despite being the game's official operating guild, never managed to establish much standing among the many guilds in the game. In the later stages, it could barely be counted among the second-rate guilds.

“You truly have no grudge against me, but I promised someone that I would kill you.” Yang Feng fixed his gaze on Dongfang Ying. As for the others, he ignored them one by one.

Han Zhuo smiled faintly. There was no need to explain further. By then, everyone had already returned to the Azure Flame Archway. They looked back once more at the Azure Deer Palace. This journey had surely yielded something, since they had eliminated a tremendous hidden threat and found a Resurrection Herb as well. One after another, they dove into the water and returned to Azure Flame Prefecture.

Outsiders all said that the eldest legitimate son of the Mu Tian Clan's third branch was cold and heartless. They did not know that whenever his brothers went searching, he could compress five hours of training into three—or even less.

A glow of spiritual light in his eyes? Zhang Hao raised his hand and condensed an ice mirror, examining his reflection to see what the spiritual light was.

“Liuli is still waiting for me at the foot of the mountain. I will return to the estate first.” Mu Ziluo left everyone with only her graceful, elegant back.

I used to be so glorious, and now I have become a released convict. I have been reduced to such a miserable state, while the two ex-wives who became wealthy through me have both started their own companies. No. I absolutely cannot let this continue. If I cannot live well, neither of you will enjoy a comfortable, carefree life.

Whenever he disliked something, his disgust showed plainly on his face, and he would never again allow anyone the chance to approach him.

So the question arose: did one wish to wield the power of the Great Dao while still at the Deity Transformation stage, or did one desire an even higher-grade personal Great Dao?

But Jian Yifeng was more concerned with the growth of his cultivation. For a martial artist, after pursuing a higher realm for an entire lifetime, what other ambitions could there be?