Chapter 18: Could It Be That You Are a Low-ranking Child?

The next day.

After seeing Yaya off to school, Chen Xing returned home. He opened his computer and began analyzing the stock market trends. Although he had been mostly occupied with running the kitchen over the years, he had always kept an eye on the stock situation, especially the C shares.

For the past three months, the C shares had been in decline, and according to years of experience...

“I’ll just wipe out all their lives and return their life force to our Mother Star. This one only wants the two of us children!” The younger man’s lips curled into a sinister smile.

Whether these rumors were true or false was now impossible to verify, but the popularity of castrato singers in the 17th and 18th centuries greatly advanced various vocal techniques, earning that era the title of the “Golden Age of Bel Canto” in vocal history.

Since they were from the same hometown, Qin Tianqi didn’t ask the other party to leave. Seeing Qin Tianqi smile at her, her heart involuntarily brightened.

An Yongchang shuddered again. What on earth was Zhou Xunzhong up to? He hadn’t even spoken yet, and Zhou had already raised the price from two hundred million to five hundred million. From the tone, it sounded like it would increase further. Had the Zhou family recently come into a fortune? Did they have more money than they knew what to do with?

The skill displayed earlier by Cang Ziyun made Tianmo secretly uneasy. If it had been during his prime, these two before him would have been nothing but ants—he could crush them with a mere finger.

Her eyes flickered with complicated emotions; yet she deeply wished to know if the Third Prince truly loved her.

Li Fei collided with the door with such force that she was thrown back to the ground. Pain radiated throughout her body, and a trickle of fresh blood seeped from the corner of her mouth. Clutching her chest, Li Fei stared at Tang Qingyi in disbelief. The pain in her eyes was so palpable that it made others ache alongside her—everyone except Tang Qingyi.

Taking the keys, Gao Zhengsheng got into the car from the other side and sat in the front passenger seat. The manager hurried over and took the back seat.

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It was he who saved his father, the king, from the rebellious crown prince. It was he who helped when his father was most helpless, taking charge of the neglected border troops. After all he had done, was it too much to ask for a little genuine respect?

“Aren’t you going to say anything? If we don’t let him in, do you expect some stranger we don’t even know to sneak in? Isn’t it better to have someone we know right under our noses? We can control what he knows, and maybe he’ll even help us a lot,” Gao Zhengsheng chuckled.

However, though the two were equally skilled, their understanding and application of computer technology differed. Yan Shuang was a prodigy who preferred independent research and solving problems with his own methods.

“Second Master, there are attendants near His Majesty. After I send you back, I will return!” Li Jinchao smiled apologetically at Yinreng.

Recalling his experience in the Seven Star Hall, he finally understood: all trials in Jingyan Palace taught one to transcend the physical self and become incorporeal. The key was to remove the “heart” — the wall confining both inside and outside — allowing one’s “Taiji” to merge with the universe’s “Taiji.” Without a physical body, what difficulties remain?

Tianzhu began to doubt whether Zhang Zhiwei was truly innocent, but ultimately rejected that suspicion.

If this matter succeeded, it would not be a loss for him; it might even elevate his status. Why not embrace it?

Entering the inner sanctum was no challenge for Huantian. Though breaking the door lock would surely upset Jack, Huantian couldn’t care less.

This scene was witnessed by Rong Qi returning with some items. He froze, staring at Feng Tiange, his steps slowing as he approached and sat opposite her, murmuring to himself, his eyes full of memories.

He was Hu Changgeng, the executive vice president of Lin Construction and Lin Kunzheng’s trusted aide. Naturally, he understood the Lin family’s attitude toward this “fiancée.”

“Lord Huantian, we will prove ourselves,” Damon Lee insisted after some thought.

“I admit the Great Clock is powerful, but consider this: there are still two space fleets lingering in orbit. With the Great Clock’s power, destroying them wouldn’t be difficult. But could you reach my level?” Huantian retorted.

Simply meeting once with Shen Mianhe was not difficult, but what would follow was predictable—nothing more than persuading Jian Yi to return to the Open Sky Sword Sect.

Cilong Temple was indeed not very old; in fact, it was a year younger than the eight-year-old boy held by the old woman, having been built only seven years prior.

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One sentence ignited the entire room’s atmosphere. Just then, Rujuan’s ordered boxed lunches arrived. Everyone helped themselves without restraint, each grabbing two boxes. They opened them, eating and chatting.

Everyone went wild, no longer caring whether killing Lin Feng would grant them the secret martial arts of the Seal Technique.

At a command, the shields surrounding and above their bodies were withdrawn. Li Yu glanced at the tall courtyard walls lining the street, then back at the attacked street. Scattered arrows littered the smooth ground, but otherwise, nothing remained.

The greatest feature of the Tiger’s Belly Thunderquake was not its damage, but the surprise of the attack. No one had ever heard of an abdominal strike—who would expect someone to attack from their belly? And with sonic force, no less?

That vast white expanse was actually an enormous natural ice cellar. Around it were countless ice paths of varying lengths and widths.

“A few gentlemen, may I ask something? Tonight, Lord Ba met with me and offered to help me seize power over Great Zhao. What do you think?” Li Yu smiled as he watched Wang Liao and Han Fei face off again.

Liang Feng was momentarily stunned, then recalled their kite-flying conversation in the imperial garden. He laughed heartily, clasped his hands in salute, and took his leave.

“Qiqi!” Wang Zixuan sat upright nearby, speaking sternly and shooting a sharp glance with her bright eyes.

The building Lei Xiu and his group arrived at gave the immediate impression: wasn’t this the ruined building in Nanying City?

Zhengde instantly associated with the scenery beyond the frontier: vast blue skies and boundless plains, the wind sweeping low grass revealing cattle and sheep. His heart stirred instantly.

“Let’s go! Xiangsheng, we’re going home.” Tang Qiqi naturally took Situ Xuan’s hand and led him outside.

Casting a sidelong glance at the still smug Li Qiyao, Pixiu suddenly noticed that the eight flying swords cradled in her arms seemed to have been drained of their spiritual energy.