Volume 1, Chapter 58: But It Has Nothing to Do with Me

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"There is an auction in the black market today. Have you heard of it?" Su Yuntian asked suddenly.
Su Haoming's expression remained unchanged. "I've heard a little about it, but it has nothing to do with me."
"That's good." Su Yuntian nodded. "I was instructed by my sect today to handle some matters in the black market. I just happened to pass by and dropped in to see you."
"Safe journey, elder brother."
Su Yuntian patted Su Haoming on the shoulder. "I've already instructed the estate steward not to disturb your cultivation today. Just practice peacefully in your courtyard."
Su Haoming respectfully complied.
After Su Yuntian left, a cold glint flashed in Su Haoming's eyes. His eldest brother's visit was nothing more than to confirm that he would not go to the black market today. It seemed his actions had already...
The Primordial Ancestral Monarch frowned, waved his hand, and likewise pulled Heavenly Consort Uma into his own world.
At this moment, Yang Jiang was filled with endless hatred toward Zuo Mo, thinking solely of how to vent his fury.
The guards at the city gate were immensely shocked upon seeing Wang Yuan and the children, greeting Wang Yuan with gazes as though looking at heroes.
Thanks to Time Flow 299 for the tip. I have an urgent matter today and won't be able to write this afternoon, so the update might be a bit late.
The battlefield seemed to have transformed into a breeding ground for fierce ghosts and corpses; some were shattered, while others awakened once again.
Hearing the word "sacrifice" from its mouth, Fesha's expression relaxed, and he nodded in agreement.
"Can you tell me the names of a few wildflowers?" Xuan Yuanhan seemed somewhat excited, actively inquiring about those blossoms.
Ma Tong felt the veins on his forehead throbbing, yet he had no way to vent his frustration.
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"Bad guys can be dealt with by good people, but wicked ghosts must be dealt with by me!" I said firmly.
He originally thought he still needed to walk further forward, approaching that sword light, to complete the test.
The next instant, stream after stream of Dao-patterned light and flames surged with an irresistible, overwhelming force, vaguely transforming into massive bolts of sword light that appeared from all directions, surrounding everyone from the Xinyun Sect. The terrifying tearing force of the sword Qi felt as though it could rip the very sky apart—this was precisely the sword array Dao-pattern of the "Tongtian Sword Sect".
Following that, a mass of billowing black clouds abruptly blotted out half the sky, appearing before everyone without any warning. The dark shadow carried a thick stench of blood, instantly obscuring the greater part of the firmament and plunging the surroundings into gloom.
In contrast, the exotic beast beside Jiang Chen radiated a warm, golden glow, exuding a sacred and comforting aura.
Jiang Chen's icy gaze turned toward the source of the voice. A young man who looked nine parts similar to him rushed over. Wasn't that Jiang Chen's half-brother, Jiang Xing?
This old woman was the bald elder's wife. Watching her husband being killed, yet knowing her own strength was inferior to his—let alone seeking revenge, any hint of intention if detected would result in instant execution—she could only turn to Dugu Linglong for help.
Just a few days ago, the First Monarch Wang Ye publicly announced that he had attained the Emperor Realm. Such news naturally signaled that the demon-suppressing realm had entered a new era.
As Xialiu was injured once again, in the distance, the fierce beast Taotie let out a roar, as if feeling immensely proud. Its gargantuan body closed the distance to Xialiu considerably, its eyes filled with greed. From the massive maw at the center of its body, streams of scarlet liquid dripped down, and the aura of blood instantly shrouded the entire mountain peak.
The biting cold was oppressive, sealing off the surroundings and leaving Nie Rong no escape route, blocking every path where he might unleash his sword techniques.
Returning to the living room, Lin Xiaojiang and Lin Xiaoho, who were busy cooking dinner in the kitchen, saw everyone back and cheerfully greeted them while preparing the meal.
"No, I went to school to handle some matters during the day, and in the afternoon I felt extremely unwell, so I took a nap. When I woke up, I felt even worse and had no appetite, so I haven't eaten anything." Xia Rong shook her head gently.
He understood, leaning his upper body forward to wrap her in his arms, resting his head in the crook of her neck to breathe in her scent.
Though he said that, Lan Yuchen always felt a tiny trace of worry, as if something might happen precisely because of his inaction.
However, Shen Mo, burning with anxiety, felt that in her current state, she could not simply sit in the driver's seat acting as if nothing was wrong. She wanted to go back and check on the situation, but Li Anjin calmly pressed her down, telling her to relax a little and not worry too much.
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Yet Li Zexi probably underestimated Shen Mo's thick skin. He stared at her unblinkingly until she started on her second bowl, at which point Li Zexi finally gave up and rubbed his eyes.
Ye Qingcheng knew that Qin Shao possessed formidable martial arts skills and might easily discover her at such close range, so she was forced to slow her breathing and remain constantly vigilant.
She said, "We'll talk when you get back! Her emotions are a bit unstable, and I have to watch her." With that, Song Fang moved to hang up the phone. I quickly told her I had already returned, and she instructed me to take a cab to the municipal hospital's emergency department to talk in detail upon meeting.
Yet it was utterly useless; her thighs were not even as thick as his arms. The man casually brushed her aside with one hand, while his other hand reached straight for Yin Qing.
The room was exceptionally quiet, with few people walking outside the VIP ward of this hospital. Through the open window, a gentle breeze wafted in the fresh scent of leaves.
"Oh dear, no, no. I can't drink anymore." Ye Qingcheng slumped powerlessly over the table, waving a hand and looking adorably intoxicated as she gazed at Qin Shao. "I yield to you!" Her tongue felt somewhat thick, and her speech carried an unusual, endearing coquetting tone.
Li Anjin smiled seductively, saying nothing and not stopping Shen Mo from following him. Shen Mo felt a slight chill in her heart; whenever Li Anjin wore that particular smile, it meant nothing good was about to happen.
Qiao Chu was meticulous. By the time the matter was exposed, he had already devised a countermeasure. A few days ago, he re-examined Chen Rang's interpersonal relationships, extracting this information from the dialogues between Hong Tianchao and Chen Rang. He tracked down Yan Qingqing and was astonished to discover that she had offended a certain group of crows.
On his very first day, regardless of Zhou An's thoughts or attitude, he hadn't felt this level of anxiety, because it was only the first day, and Zhou An hadn't said or done anything yet.
"I just kicked casually, like kicking a football, and I could send you flying. Do you think there's any need to keep fighting me?" Zhang Ming said calmly. At this moment, Zhang Ming's internal energy was entirely restrained, meaning Tian Lidou still had no inkling of Zhang Ming's true strength, as it was completely unreadable.
Grand Coordinator Zhao Zhigao was never one to form cliques; he merely hoped that during his lifetime, the Great Ming could become stronger and more prosperous. Therefore, after Zhong Nan paid a visit, Zhao Zhigao no longer overly obstructed the work of the House of Representatives.
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