Chapter 41

Fang Haobai would never indiscriminately kill the innocent, but since they had provoked the Fang family—and those of vital importance to the Fang family—he certainly did not mind stepping in to play the role of a people's police officer.

Lei Yue sneered, "As an official of the Xingwang Prefecture, are you unaware of the curfew regulations? Since you are not on official business, no one is permitted to travel after the hour of the rat. Those who knowingly violate the law shall have their crimes doubled. Come back with us to the Censorate and explain yourself!" As soon as Lei Yue finished speaking, men on both sides eagerly stepped forward to make the arrest.

"Princess, we meet again." Li Chengyin was still dressed in a silver-white bamboo-patterned Song brocade straight-collar robe, holding a gold-painted floral mask as he looked at her with a beaming smile.

He secretly sized up Lin Hao, who was dressed in black with his face covered; despite looking young, he likely did not possess much wealth.

The injuries within his body had long since healed during the course of his cultivation, and his martial artist rank had reached the perfection of the Innate Realm, yet his cultivation level still remained at the third tier of Qi Refining. Truly, he lived up to his reputation as having inferior spiritual roots.

Pushing open the door, he saw Lin Ange crouching beside the washbasin, her hands hugging her knees, her eyes already red from crying.

Although the Toward Immortality Sect forbade flying, the speed at which the two ran was by no means slow. With a single step spanning dozens of feet, whenever they encountered an obstacle, they would simply crash straight through it without pausing for even a fleeting moment. Indeed, within the span of half an incense stick's time, they arrived at the Profound Jade Palace atop the summit.

Waking up early the next morning, Xiying and Wen Youyang did not join the others for breakfast, heading straight to the courtyard instead.

Throughout the following week, Bai Cha distinctly sensed that Li Luochen was becoming increasingly clingy. Not to mention picking her up and dropping her off for work every single day, he even made a point to make a special trip during her lunch break.

Furthermore, she had no idea whether she had showered the previous night; her entire body felt somewhat sticky and clammy, meaning a bath had to come first.

As the distance between the two grew ever greater, it accentuated the bitter pain of the helpless separation felt by Cao Zhi and the Goddess of the Luo River, intensifying the sorrowful atmosphere of a love that could never be fulfilled within the painting.

Given that the Sword Sect allowed such unknown individuals to remain within Yongxi City, it was naturally impossible for them to have made no preparations; logically speaking, these people should have been unable to leave their own homes.

Xinyu's words left Jin Duo dumbfounded, as he truly had never considered this issue. Being a smart person, the moment he heard it, he understood the underlying logic.

Unlike his meeting with Nick, when paying respects to the Ancient One, Zheng Jian was much more restrained. Aside from a single necklace around his neck, he had put away all his other accessories.

Mo Tianheng felt extremely perplexed inside, yet this time her intuition did not tell her whether this guess was right or wrong—because at that moment, her intuition was already too preoccupied to distinguish such things.

However, he did not leave. The surrounding area was imbued with formations, and without someone specifically guiding him, he would not be able to find his way out. To avoid unnecessary trouble, he chose to stay behind.

No one could precisely quantify the extent of Fuxi's contributions to humanity, but every year on the second day of the second lunar month, the Fuxi Mausoleum in Huaiyang, Henan, attracted tens of thousands of domestic and international tourists.

"What do you want to do? Are you trying to tear up the agreement? If so, don't blame me for being unpolite." Bao Gang's face was already as cold as iron.

Everyone nodded repeatedly. After all, this world ultimately still revered the strong; no matter how striking one's appearance might be, if one were nothing more than a weakling, they would only be reduced to a plaything and never receive anyone's respect.

In my heart, I had already greeted the bald man's ancestors through eight generations. What do you mean by a gentle swing? Do you think you're playing bowling? Is my head a bowling ball?!

Thin Yang scoffed at this. That fellow called Blowing Snow might indeed be a swordsman expert, but why should an old ghost like you also try to blow something? Lou Jiandong couldn't be bothered to pay attention to the fat man either. What he was blowing was neither snow nor blood, but a dedication of utmost sincerity.

More than a hundred soldiers shouted in unison, "Hello, Chief!" The booming volume startled him. Was there really any need to be that loud? They practically shouted at the top of their lungs.

This was a man who was ruthless to others and equally ruthless to himself. If he was unwilling to speak, let alone the fact that his current physical condition was unsuited for interrogation, even if he were suited, Ding Yi estimated that interrogation would not yield much effect.

Afterwards, Ling Fei reminded him that he needed to mention this matter to Li Junyin and the others as well; otherwise, if anyone were to ask about it, he would be caught entirely off guard.

Then, near Kobe, a volcano erupted, its lava engulfing the city and pouring into the sea. The seawater churned with bubbling sounds, rolling with countless bubbles as if it were being boiled.

"..." Leng Ruobing had not yet reacted when she felt the entire seat tilt backward, leaving her lying flat inside the car.

"Why is there no reaction from me at all, while you have already cultivated 5 cultivation points? Did I do something wrong?" Xu Feng opened his eyes and looked perplexedly at Xiaoxian, who sat beside him looking pleased and smug.

Old Ma and Zhao Hui looked on in utter bafflement. In their eyes, the sarira was still merely that same sarira—there was no monk in yellow robes to be seen, nor could they hear any profound Buddhist teachings; all they saw was Xu Changsheng rejoicing excessively and murmuring to himself as if he had lost his mind.

Meanwhile, the combined sales of both companies did not even equal half of the Windvane's, and as for profits, the disparity was even more astronomical.

Much like how he held a forty percent stake in Google yet typically refrained from overly interfering in Google's affairs—what sense of achievement could that possibly bring?

"So this is how deities connect with their believers?" Stephen could not help but sink into deep contemplation.

It could already manage this even before fully awakening; once it truly awakened, there was no telling what might happen.

At this very moment, he was actually acting submissively and welcoming with a flattering smile toward an ordinary Chinese youth, behaving precisely like a junior. It was simply unimaginable!

The reason why such heaven-defying ginsengs were ranked near the front was out of consideration for the extreme difficulty required to attain that level of medicinal age; this ranking was geared toward general circumstances.

Wang Lei said, "Director He, listen to me. The money I've earned from you is already enough to last me a lifetime. What I need now is something far more important than money."

This should be the location of the mid-level mountain slope. Here lay a vast expanse of open land, dotted with numerous huge earthen jars whose mouths were tightly sealed, though what lay inside remained unknown.