Volume 1, Chapter 40: Fifty Thousand Bushels—Why Don't They Just Go Rob Someone?

Ming Guangyuan whipped his head around, staring in shock at the fallen scout. Under normal circumstances, he would never have lost his composure to such an extent. Sheng Yongnian was a man who prized his reputation above all else; he kept all his finest treasures in the parlor, displayed prominently for guests to see, simply to show off.

Upon hearing Zhuang Yan put it that way, Yang Yao felt entirely ill at ease, yet he remained unwilling to accept the antidote. Finally sensing the danger, even Wang Dafu stopped his clamoring, snatching up a pot lid first to shield his head. The others followed suit, grabbing whatever they could find to protect themselves.

"You may not know where the world's goods are hidden, or where the Xiao family resides, but you cannot afford not to know this place!" Zheng Jiayu said, her face beaming with the joy she had carried throughout the journey.

Perhaps it was due to the intense nervous tension he had been under; even though he had done nothing strenuous, Xia Xin’s mind was utterly exhausted. As soon as he lay down on the soft, comfortable bed, he drifted off to sleep.

It was said that the Student Union strictly prohibited gambling and even conducted inspections in the dormitories from time to time, yet here they were, openly running a mahjong parlor themselves—was this really appropriate?

Suddenly, the Yin-Yang Twin Jade shuddered against the ground once more, and the black and white pieces, which had finally been joined together, split apart again.

At this moment, Wuyou longed to see Wu Yue, but Wuyan told him that their group lived within the internal space of Brother Wuxian, who was currently occupied with urgent matters and could not see him for the time being.

Still, some level of social interaction was unavoidable. After exchanging pleasantries with Ye Jintian, Bing Leirong reached out toward Long Jianfei, which made Ye Jintian grow a bit more guarded toward the latter.

Those few men approached Zhou and Lin, scanning them with arrogant gazes before calling out in a self-righteous manner.

Liu Sisi watched the approaching five-colored sword light with a calm expression. Rolling her eyes at the stranger, she replied, "Senior Ying, who wants to keep you company in the underworld? If you want to go, go ahead, but I have no desire to die just yet." As she thought of Xue Hanjiang, a sweet smile appeared on her face.

The iron door of the interrogation room slammed shut with a clang. Cao Ershan, uneasy and restless, hunched his shoulders and let his gaze wander, not daring to meet the eyes of Qin Xu and Lu Lihui.

The Immortal of Hundred Herbs was consumed with fury, his violent immortal energy surging forth to transform into a white immortal dragon that lunged fiercely at Haotian. From the sidelines, he also unleashed intermittent beams of threatening light.

Fu Yu felt a bit awkward. Usually, he could only manage a score of around 235. That last attempt had definitely been a peak performance, but although he should have been happy, he found he couldn't muster any joy at all.

Saint Gulas also knew the situation was dire, so he stopped bickering with Mofite and joined in to fend off the sudden heavenly lightning.

If you thought the Bone Dragon was merely roaring to exert its draconic presence, you would be sorely mistaken.

He was a man of Zhou Tian, and more importantly, a disciple of the Burning Heaven Academy. Even disciples from the four great academies would not dare to murder a Burning Heaven disciple in public like this, let alone someone who was a total nobody.

Unable to resist Song Renjie’s persistent persuasion, Xue Hanjiang and Liu Sisi accompanied Situ Mingyuan to the Marquis of Loyalty and Righteousness's estate.

In the military camp, Wu Kui had everything packed and loaded, preparing to command his ten thousand troops to retreat twenty miles.

Shan Gui and Gao Yahan, leaning on each other for support, dragged their weary, dust-covered feet into an inn. After paying the fee and receiving their key, they headed straight for their room.

However, upon hearing that the construction of the road to Shicheng Qujing North had led to a conflict with the local Dong people, Wang Hua had rushed over to mediate.

At the critical moment, Zhang Mu suddenly forced the left engine of the warship to shut down while simultaneously pushing the right engine to full speed, causing the ship to swerve violently. The very next instant, half of the warship vanished as if sliced by a high-energy laser; the edges were melted and perfectly smooth, with the entire right side completely obliterated.