Volume 1, Chapter 22: The Bossy "Landlady"

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Qin Yuan could easily imagine the past: a towering, majestic monarch seated upon the dragon throne, flanked by golden-armored warriors wielding halberds and golden maces, while the court officials below chanted holy praises and performed the ritual of three prostrations and nine kowtows in a scene of immense grandeur.

Qin Yuan was certain that the thunder-cloud mica gold here was far more than what he had found. Given such a massive ore vein, if half the quantity was missing, where had all that spiritual energy gone? It must have been converted into thunderous force by the mica gold and released, dissipating deep underground. The amount he had found was far from enough to have absorbed and converted such an expansive vein.

Seeing the Lu family raise an objection, and with the Chang and Qian families taking the same stance, many supporters voiced their opinions, agreeing with the motion and opposing Wu Fan’s contention.

An ice-snow ring instantly enclosed everyone. Before they could react, with a loud bang, the entire ring exploded.

"Beep. Ancient relic discovered: Phoenix Marrow Fruit kernel. Status: Dormant. Use: Cultivatable." The notification from the Soul Management Bureau rang out.

Lin Ran looked into the living room. Her father, usually cold toward others, seemed quite satisfied with Zhang Weimin, talking to him incessantly.

Battle pets are extremely difficult to obtain in the Second World, and each one is a unique existence. Once a battle pet forms a bond with an adventurer, it provides significant assistance.

This meant he wouldn't be back tonight. Such things would surely happen more and more often; when the time was ripe, Guo Feng would inevitably propose a breakup.

Xian Yulei let out a sharp cry and swung her right hand. A ribbon of color instantly appeared before her, shimmering like a rainbow with faint traces of fire.

However, since Sixi insists, we have no choice. Let’s just treat it as the rules of these mountains; since we are staying here, we must abide by their customs.

Liu Tianhao had yet to react, but Feng Xu looked surprised. He glanced up at Liu Tianhao, finding nothing amiss, then turned to look at Yuan Shao, only to notice something strange: Yuan Shao’s eyes were bloodshot and his face pale, as if he hadn't slept well. A sense of satisfaction suddenly washed over him.

Within two or three breaths, a bearded man clad in half-armor and brandishing a ring-pommel saber rushed out from the inner courtyard.

Though the crowd had doubts, they kept them to themselves. Liu Tianhao had already spoken, and since nothing could be done now, they decided to wait quietly for his arrangements.

This time was much longer than I had imagined. I never expected that my coma would last for half a month.

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At the same time, Zheng Tianhua pinched a secret formula with one hand and, while chanting an incantation, threw the supreme banner from his hand.

Why does it feel like we’re heading into war? Everyone is armed with an assault rifle; this formation is truly terrifying.

The school leaders at the front were also somewhat surprised, looking at each other in bewilderment. Though they were moved, was this meant to be a critique?

In the center, however, grew a gray tree, entirely gray in color. It was about three meters tall and occupied about ten square meters.

In Tianhong City, only Huang Yun was a Gold-ranked general, commanding the garrison of Tianhong City and its six satellite cities.

However, that was merely an illusion—a necessity for Ximen Hao. He had allowed himself to be used, willing to endure it because he could not bear to strike himself.

Qiangwei suddenly felt an urgent need to understand these matters. Although these events seemed like nothing more than a past buried in the dust of Sima Ling’s youth, she felt a subtle, lingering intuition that they were deeply significant in some way.

Feng Junyang ignored them, watching silently as the newlyweds strolled toward the great hall. A master of ceremonies stood before the hall, loudly praising the union. Clearly an expert in internal arts, his voice was so resonant and booming that it drowned out the clamor of the guests, carrying clearly to every corner of the courtyard.

"Father, should we hire an assassin to take care of Li Xiao?" Qin Yuxi asked the troubled Suzhou man.

"There?" After getting out of the car, Li Xiao’s cold gaze fixed on a massive neon sign hundreds of meters away. Being in the suburbs with no tall buildings nearby, the sign appeared exceptionally conspicuous.

Inconspicuously hiding the silver harmonica behind his back, Qin Huan feigned ignorance. As he walked toward the door, he said, "Rest for a moment; I’ll go heat up the food."

Qin Huan and Han Yunlin looked toward the door in unison to see Ye Rongxin standing there, looking perfectly composed.

"Did Yu Liuguang send a letter?" Qin Mo stood in the great hall with his hands behind his back, his gaze as sharp as an eagle’s, fixed directly on Ming Lie.

"In my eyes, the Western King is just a child, as innocent as a brother. I will not harm him," Su Ranhuo said, offering the mother a guarantee.

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Qiangwei wanted to say more, but Ming Lie steered the conversation away, leaving her no opportunity to speak.

Qi Li strolled around the shop a few times before finding an excuse to leave, and Yi Xuan and the others hurried to see him off respectfully.

How could Zimo not want to join them? But what he saw was their coordination—seamless, flawless coordination, where they sought no personal glory and focused solely on the objective of slaughter.

He had once thought about placing it in a storage chip, but feared it would die without sunlight, and worried it would be lonely, so he left it here to keep company with the flowers and plants.

"How does the Nether Ghost Fire taste? It burns the soul directly; no matter how profound your magic power, you cannot resist it!" the disciple of Mohe laughed uproariously.

"Wuwu..." Seeing Chu Haoran in such agony, Cai Xinting cried out in distress, tears already streaming from her eyes.

"Pfft!" Ma Wanling finally couldn't help it, covering her mouth to stifle a laugh, and Ma Zhenbang couldn't hold back either, the corners of his mouth curling upward.

The opponent had deliberately released their aura. Cao Peng could feel it: four exceptionally powerful auras—they must be Grandmasters! One of them was slightly weaker, likely someone who had just recently advanced to the rank of Grandmaster.

Cangsang City was built on the edge of a massive ravine, so there were only two gates for entering and exiting.

There were four or five other armies that were also illustrious, but because they were veteran forces, their reputations on the battlefield were not as dazzling or brilliant as those of the newcomers.

Fortunately, Brother Yan intervened in time to eliminate the anomaly; otherwise, not only would Grandmother’s illness have remained uncured, but I might have been implicated as well.