Volume 1, Chapter 26: To See This Token Is to See Prince An

Wang Qi certainly wouldn't speak of how he made money through information asymmetry, but having received a meal's worth of kindness, he couldn't just leave without showing some form of appreciation.

Upon seeing his old friend, Yang Tianlong and Lion-Head opened their arms at the same time, embracing tightly for a long moment before finally pulling apart.

Tired of work lunches, Wang Qi had come down for a change of pace, only to find the place packed to capacity.

Mu Jinyue was all too familiar with this scent. In her previous life, she had lived with it nearly every day; she never expected to encounter it again on this foreign continent.

Bazar accompanied them to the ski resort. Since it was reserved exclusively for them, the ski instructors provided one-on-one service, and to ensure their safety, Bazar had arranged for at least ten bodyguards to patrol the perimeter.

Chen Xingyun had only intended to bring Mo Bing'er and Mu Yan, but Liu Mengmeng, upon hearing there was a spectacle to be seen, shamelessly tagged along.

Chen Xingyun spent nearly a whole week watching television and practicing her facial expressions—joy, anger, sorrow, and delight—only to be reminded of her upcoming shoot when her agent called to urge her to get ready for the set the following day.

Once these words were spoken, the audience erupted in an uproar, staring at him in disbelief, wondering if he had been beaten silly.

Yun Haotian stood there, somewhat at a loss, feeling uncomfortable under their intense gazes. Could it be that he had become a monster after coming out?

"Count me in, too. I promise you, from now on, as long as you ask, I will certainly help!" Jiang Qi raised his hand to pledge his support.

Ah Li said nothing. Above Hua Mulan’s head, a giant apparition of Ah Li appeared, her eyes blood-red, as a single tear of blood suddenly fell.

Seeing Qin Guan stand up, Chen Shidao frowned, gestured for him to go first, and then sat down on the meditation cushion with an expressionless face.

"Brother-in-law, I'll drive. Today, we sisters are here to welcome you home and celebrate your triumphant return." Nalan Ruofei smiled as she slid into the driver's seat of the Hennessy.

"Huh, what is this?" Long Bufan muttered to himself, his voice trailing off as he picked up a piece of brightly colored ancient jade.

As things stood, while it might diminish the reputation of the Buddhist sect and bolster the Nameless Taoist Temple, if they failed to find the saint’s tomb, no one would be grateful for the temple deploying the Demon-Suppressing Pagoda; instead, they would hold him in contempt.

Originally, Si Qi could expect to encounter a dozen waves of attacks within a hundred miles. But after he killed several bandit teams led by War Gods in seconds, the road ahead became as peaceful as a golden age; no one blocked his path, and no one came to curry favor.

Wang Taiji asked Yao Nana to address them as "seniors," which clearly kept them at a distance. However, Si Qi knew this was Wang Taiji’s deliberate way of not elevating Yao Nana’s status too quickly.

Haibo Qing asked a man beside him with a grin, his eyes constantly darting toward the young man from the Wang family, the sense of provocation reaching its peak.

Seger’s eyes widened, and he gasped, his whole body trembling. His blood seemed to be freezing. Just as he stood there in stunned silence, unable to react, the wizard slowly moved forward two steps, allowing his face to emerge into the sunlight that occasionally pierced the forest, finally becoming clear.

Her self-mockery was interrupted by a noise—not from the porch or the windows, but seemingly from within the room.

Lan Baiji stretched, then, as the spoon was sent flying through the air, she gave a light squeeze, shattering it into pieces.

Cigarettes were much more expensive in this era, heavily taxed. Gongsun You simply found people to sell them one-on-one, making a killing by cutting the price in half.

Yet, that haughty, soul-stirring demeanor made it impossible not to be haunted by her, longing for more.

Ji Hua remained in the suite of a luxury hotel, and having finished his thoughts, he prepared to head out.

Might as well see it through. Since he had already offended them to the core, no one would be grateful even if he let them off lightly. Ji Hua crouched down and searched the four men thoroughly.

The eight blades converged once more, like a bloodthirsty forest within a wind of death, the continuous metallic clashing sounding like a howl as the wind swept through the trees.

"Two thousand five hundred taels?" Boss Xu exclaimed in shock. He was nearly driven to vomit blood by Tang Yu; this wasn't haggling, it was butchery—slashing the five-thousand-five-hundred-tael price by more than half.

The branch leader, named Dian Jiang, was short and stout with a kind smile, a far cry from the "murderer" in his memory. Seeing Ji Hua arrive alone, he looked surprised, then stood up to offer a seat, discussing the origins of the demonic beasts as they spoke.

Just as he reached the door, Wu Bin heard a few familiar voices and couldn't help but wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.

Her gaze was locked on Xu Donglai; though her body was relaxed, she was ready to strike at any moment.

He was imbued with the rhythm of the Dao to such an extent that his white robes, though physical, shimmered with shifting rules as if the laws themselves had taken form.

Qu Ning knew that Fu Miao was truly worried about her; after all, they were on Fu Bingyang’s turf, and it was always better to be cautious.

The Fifth Princess, who was enamored with Qi Yunce, hated Princess Ningyang all the more. Upon emerging from her confinement, she lashed out at Princess Ningyang, though the latter managed to dodge every time.

Zhou Zhou respected Jiang Ling's choice. In truth, of this editor-author duo, Jiang Ling was the more rigid one, while Zhou Zhou was like water, an elder tempering Jiang Ling’s sharp edges with tolerance.

She felt wave after wave of heat surging from her chest to her head, leaving her dizzy and her limbs trembling.

"You're exhausted. Why don't you rest for a while before we go on?" Chen Jiasheng said, seeing that Zhang Ni was not in a good state.

Dong Ru was sensitive to the cold and had fallen ill at the start of autumn. Wei Qilang, with a dark expression, had been nursing her back to health, and only now was she fully recovered.

At this moment, Dong Ru’s face was deathly pale. With his sharp eyes, he had already seen the blood pooling beneath her. His eyes turned red, the sight of the crimson color striking him to the core, filling him with an inexplicable, terrifying fear—the fear that she, like before during her miscarriage, was hovering between life and death.

"I’ll wait, won't I? It’s only five or six years. The Fourth Son of the Bai family is already twenty-two and still hasn't married," Chen Jiabao retorted, tilting her head.

The Five-Colored Lotus was different from other phenomena; its rarity was due to the extremely strict requirements of the environment in which it grew, and this rigid state was the primary reason for its scarcity.