Volume One, Chapter 28: The Underground Exchange

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With a graceful flip, a short jacket was hung on the clothesline. Qingxin clipped two wooden hangers at the collar, clapped her hands, and smiled. The clothes were finally clean, brilliantly white with not a trace of sweat—truly fragrant, thanks to this soap.

Especially around the corners of his eyes, like rugged mountain peaks and valleys, there was no trace of any spiritual energy surrounding his body—just an ordinary centenarian. Yet in his pupils lingered a touch of melancholy, marks left by the passage of time.

As the sun set in the west, its fading crimson glow enveloped the entire Konoha village, also casting its light upon a certain impotently furious Hokage.

Under the incandescent light on stage, a somewhat frail figure gently bent his knees under the watchful eyes of all present.

Xiao Shuihan injected the last drop of liquid from the syringe before pulling it out.

He had originally called Zhao Guodong over to back him up, but now Zhao Guodong surprisingly knelt before Chen Feng.

Nian Youyou glanced around; the campus after afternoon classes was nearly deserted. She revealed a disdainful smile.

Because if everything was swallowed up, even though Boss Zhou wouldn’t be completely ruined, he would be on the brink of collapse. At this scale of investment, his enterprise was probably just breaking even. Without any returns for a year, his capital chain might break, triggering a chain reaction that would cause his business to collapse like an avalanche.

Dalin chuckled heartily. The guests today were all prominent figures from Shanghai— even the new mayor and foreign merchant Mr. Bao attended. Lin Chengshan’s face must be preserved at all costs.

Fanhua stopped at a jewelry stall, picking up a phoenix hairpin, and the trainee Bai in her mouth became Brother Bai.

One must understand that this place was nominally still the Ice and Snow Kingdom, home to the Gao family! The rumors that Gao Jin and his twenty-plus concubines lived here had long become the talk of the town. Could they really be living here?

Afterwards, thinking only about punching Shukaku, he handed the scroll to An Ze, excitedly planning how to thrash the raccoon, forgetting the great Madara sealed within the scroll.

For a moment, she felt truly blessed—to have followed such a handsome man for ten months and still be paid. Such a fortunate job had come her way.

After all, Gu Cheng was back, and it seemed the Fifth Master could be a bit happier. But what would outsiders think?

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The entire hall instantly fell silent. Though Jiang Xue was young, she possessed an imposing aura that commanded respect and made one hesitate to underestimate her.

“There’s one more—the Holy King!” Anthony swiveled his figure to Zhao Yi’s side and spoke in a somewhat solemn tone. Zhao Yi frowned upon hearing the name. The Holy King again? Why was his name heard everywhere?

Amid flying dust, a black steed galloped swiftly along the official road. Its dark golden armor blended seamlessly with the horse, like a black lightning bolt. Behind it followed over two hundred cavalrymen, all fully armed, some leading two horses.

Grandma Chen, aged 46, was fierce and capable. Apart from Grandpa, everyone else at home had to follow her orders.

He possessed strength but could not use it. He hadn’t cared before, but now he could no longer ignore it.

“Ye Feng.” Delis was startled when Ye Feng suddenly vanished beside her, only to see him immediately engaged in battle with five giant dragons.

“...” He was definitely doing it on purpose. This time, no one even pretended to be busy; all eyes were fixed intently on Ye Chenmeng.

Wang Ming meditated alone inside the volcano, slowly refining the solar energy within his body, allowing himself to manipulate countless fire sparks with increasing ease.

“You!!!” Lan Mi’er’s eyes reddened instantly upon hearing this. She glared angrily at Kordak but looked somewhat pitiable despite her fury.

“I haven’t forgotten. Precisely because I remember clearly, today I want to understand you.” Li Hai’s eyes were closed; his words were casual, yet each word struck deeply into Shuimu’s chest.

Yun Lanyue thought she had finished cleaning and was about to eat when Yun Qixi stepped over and overturned her bowl.

Xiong Ti made two bounds and rushed into the woods. Though it was still bright outside at the hour, the forest’s shadows were patchy. Xiong Ti could not see clearly and could only follow sounds forward. The coffin, originally black, now flickered mysteriously and suddenly vanished without a trace.

Shu Po pulled open his clothes, exposing his chest. The sight nearly made Wei Renwu, who had seen countless corpses, vomit. Shu Po’s chest was almost entirely covered with dense burn scars, with barely a patch of intact skin.

“Haha, no problem. The houses we hold now could supply every staff member of the Chuntian Company with one—no exaggeration, certainly not.” Situ Lei was visibly proud. His real estate speculation was enough to make Li Mu wary. Situ Lei was truly a traditional Chinese.

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I respect your age, you respect my cultivation—this thought suddenly popped into Li Hai’s mind.

Xiahou Wanyu was indeed a dangerous figure, probably no less so than Mo Jiutian.

Sure enough, he couldn’t escape the fate of sharing a room with his boss. He hoped this boss would be less troublesome and not make things hard for him, a mere worker.

He gladly agreed and said he had specially brought some gifts for the Song family. He asked Xie and others not to be offended.

“So you want to move against the Ji family’s dragon vein? You’re courting death!” The elder’s face flushed with rage.

Looking at Chen Liang’s cold expression, Lin Feng felt some sympathy. Chen Liang had long wanted to cast off his singlehood, but as he lacked charm and harbored insecurities, his romantic path had been fraught with stumbles and heartbreaks, never once smooth.

Accelerator was even more shocked, for most evolved beasts lacked such discipline. Post-evolution, the animals were often indifferent toward their own kind.

After the Southern Campaign ended, Chu Kingdom held firm against the pressure from Da Qian not due to its strength, but because of the backing of Qi and Zhao kingdoms.

Qian Yuan mounted the dragon horse and struck its belly with his right foot. The dragon horse broke free, leading the Tiger Guards out of the fortress and disappearing deep into the Ji Valley Plain.

Moreover, Wen Xianyun’s attire today was fitting for the heir of the Wen family—luxurious and splendid, clearly not an ordinary person—appropriate for celebrating the old lady of the He estate’s birthday.