Volume 1, Chapter 29: A thrill of vengeance surged through his entire body.

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A youth like Ryan, still hovering at the threshold of the transcendental, could never hope to create his own spells; the slightest misstep would lead to the annihilation of both body and soul.

Thus, the master before him held not only the status of a mentor but also that of a future mother-in-law, a realization that left Xia Ping feeling profoundly awkward.

She knew that He Guifang had long since stopped working, spending most of her time at home with no close friends to speak of. With her own parents’ family gone, if she truly faced a crisis, she would likely have nowhere to turn for comfort.

As the mastermind behind the entire affair, hailed as the greatest spendthrift in history, Xia Ping currently lay back on a rocking chair with an air of utter contentment.

"Old Man Yan, can you handle this Fire Bodhi Pearl all by yourself?" the man in black, masked and standing near Xia Linlin, asked with a sneer.

Upon hearing Naga's words, a bold idea suddenly surfaced in Xia Ping’s mind. It was, however, so wildly imaginative that he dared not speak it aloud.

His fists were clenched so tightly that his nails dug into his palms, drawing beads of blood. His brow was furrowed, his teeth gritted, and his body trembled slightly.

Liu Zhenbei frowned, words caught in his throat. What was happening? Was the old general having a change of heart?

Compounded by Xia Chenge’s reverse-psychology smears and constant provocation, every forum had become a battlefield of vitriol and chaos, as if not a single sane person remained.

Duanwu had long since exhausted her strength from weeping, slumped against the edge of the couch and sobbing. She gripped Li Muyun’s uninjured hand tightly, begging the heavens for a miracle—just a small one would do.

Arriving at the company the next day, Tan Sihai went straight to the president’s office to find Li Ziyang. Zhan Qingyi was there too, but the two of them were busy with their own tasks, ignoring each other entirely in an atmosphere that felt quite strange.

Moonlight was at his most extraordinary now; using his mental power to control the rice elements, he commanded thorny vines and terrifying man-eating flowers to launch an automatic assault on Saint Viguang.

Seeing Lin Xiu turn to walk away, the man’s expression shifted violently. He lunged forward, raising his palm in an attempt to take Lin Xiu’s life.

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He Hong wore his usual long blue robes, his eyes feigning a deliberate sense of confusion as he questioned the dour-faced Jin Jucan. The latter’s mouth twitched, and his expression grew three degrees colder.

Truth be told, Chu Liang’s mind was sharper than those of Yu Chen and Mi Qingde; knowing when a situation was untenable, he wisely chose to endure. Yet, it proved that Chu Liang’s intellect only went so far; whether he could actually devise his own strategies remained open to debate.

Li Muyun rested her head on his shoulder, as if transported back to a day several months prior. They had once embraced just like this, making promises to one another. She blinked gently, and tears traced a path down her cheeks.

Though both were flushed, Lady Yun possessed a unique charm; her rosy cheeks were so tempting one might want to take a bite. However, Lady Yun clearly wouldn’t grant Lin Xiu such an opportunity; after shooting him a fierce glare, she retreated back into the ring.

Just as everyone believed the match had lost all suspense, the sound of thunderclouds gathering echoed across the sky.

The result was simple: Brother Hai had returned empty-handed. Of course, the matter was far from over.

If Ye Yuqi hadn’t been looking for trouble in a roundabout way, Ye Xiaohan would have solved the design problem long ago. Today could be considered their final meeting.

"Why did Situ Xian stop?" Guan Chenji fell silent, attempting to analyze Situ Xian’s motives.

Given the circumstances, right or wrong, she would always choose the most effective way to resolve a problem in order to overcome the crisis at hand.

Some were there for the spectacle, others for research. Though not as lively as the previous day, there were still people setting up stalls, making the scene quite bustling.

"So, you like a weakling like this?" Tian Jiao didn't hold back, pinning Chen Xing firmly against the wall, his hand pressed against the man's throat, before turning to grin triumphantly at Gu Lian.

Xiahou Ce stared at her, then suddenly took a step toward her. As he closed the distance, looming over her, the pressure he exerted was immense.

"The rumors outside say I’ve left, surely you aren't planning to welcome me back with such a grand display?" Li Wuxin clung to his waist, her eyes crinkling into a smile.

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"I have killed, I have served time in prison, I have stood in court, and I have caused the deaths of my own parents. You call me a good person? That is a colossal joke." Ye Tianyu’s voice grew increasingly agitated.

Wuming and the others were secretly astonished, each instantly preparing to strike. Although they had sensed the opponents were formidable, they hadn't expected that even with so few in number, every one of them would be so powerful.

Everyone around Ye Yan watched her fair, jade-like hands and the silver gloves she wore, the greed in their eyes plain for all to see.

The dragon known as Tianzhi belonging to the Violet Emblem Master of the Misty Cloud Pavilion was merely a dragon soul, not a true dragon. As for the dragon manifested by Xiao Chen’s Dragon Roar Palm, it was nothing more than an illusory image formed by force.

Yan Ruhua was terrified to the core, her face turning deathly pale. Only now did she realize she had walked through the gates of hell twice over.

"Hey, it’s all coming to an end... Hey!" The communication on the other side had already been cut off. Ronan couldn't help but sigh; at this hour, Raven should have finished most of the paperwork.

After the Ancient Palace of Shattered Stars provided a direction and lifted the external pressure from him, whether he could win the recognition of the internal sects through his own charisma served as a test of his capabilities by the Palace itself.

Of course, the Ming imperial court still received twenty-six million piculs of grain tax in kind annually, along with vast amounts of other resources. The potential of an empire with a population of hundreds of millions was simply not comparable to a single firm, even a behemoth like the Yuhusheng Trading Company.

That said, Ronan still showed respect for his immediate superior, briefly describing his recent experiences.

"Meow! Damn it! In a situation like this, it’s better for this Immortal to stay far away!" As soon as Zhi Luan saw that things were taking a turn for the worse, he immediately flew off toward a distant tree.