Chapter 48: Undercover at the Platinum Harbor

With his own strength, Chen Yang defeated the Eastern Island Martial Arts Association. As a result, the relationship between Chen Yang and the Yunzhou Martial Arts Association became exceedingly delicate.

Returning to his luxury apartment, Chen Yang enjoyed a relaxing hot shower. He wore nothing at all. The moment he slid open the glass door of the bathroom, a piercing scream rang out.

“Ah...”

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Once the furniture store moved into the siheyuan, Zhang Hongliang’s courtyard house would be vacated, allowing him and Zhang Hongliang to move back in together. Their options had always been limited, and with these terms on the table, she could not see any reason Xu Ji might refuse.

The moonlight was thick, casting deep shadows. All was silent and strange within the eastern chamber. Beneath the eaves, that resolute silhouette remained outlined against the night.

Hearing the news, King Gaochang could not contain his delight. He released the Great Wei envoy and personally went out to greet the representative of the reinforcements.

As Li Yi approached the doorway, he overheard a few sour remarks from within. He sighed softly and shook his head. The hearts of the Neon people were narrow, never reflecting on their own faults, always quick to lay blame elsewhere.

If today’s suggestion for her to learn tailoring forced Liu Xinyu to drop out again, she would regret holding back Liu Xinjv, and feared that, when grown, Liu Xinjv would resent her for it.

Qi Yanxuan and Li Xingchen had only met a handful of times; there was no talk of admiration or affection—at most, a mild curiosity.

Since his release from prison, none of his opponents had ever managed to reach such a level.

He turned in another direction, but a gust of cold wind wormed its way through the gaps in his clothing, making his whole body shiver.

When Bai Shaojie got out of the car, he tried once again to persuade Lin Yuan to accept the ten million, but Lin Yuan still refused.

“What? This... this chill is even stronger than mine!” The middle-aged man’s expression changed at once, fear dawning on his face.

The man in white let out a muffled grunt, blood trickling from the corner of his lips. His figure slid across the ground like the wind for over ten meters before coming to a halt, eyes wide with shock as he stared at the shadow in the moonlight.

“Very well, I’ll leave this matter in your hands, Wind Shadow. We depart at once.” With his orders given, Nangong Ping prepared to head into battle.

In the Celestial Cloud Realm, immortal mist coiled in the air, white clouds drifted, and cranes danced in the sky—a veritable paradise on earth.

“Thank you. You’ve worked hard these days,” the youth said, and then the middle-aged man hoisted the young master onto his back and, with a bound, caught up with the more slowly moving Ming Ren.

Only when she saw Tuolei seize a horse at the edge of the camp and gallop off into the distance did Cheng Lingsu finally relax, heaving a gentle sigh.

Liao Xi mounted her horse, spear in hand, clad in white robes and armor. She wielded the black Nine Heavens Dragon Soul Spear, her aura fierce and unyielding. Lü Bu also mounted his horse. Though he wore no special armor, the moment he lifted the halberd of Fang Tian, he was transformed into a battle god from the heavens—peerless beneath the sky.

The monk of fate had just finished a fight and hadn’t even caught his breath when Lord Yuan battered him into hiding.

While they spoke, the fish lying on the ground all transformed into human form. Fortunately, they did not die like those who had come before.

Soon, a terrifying force erupted from the body of the Immortal Lord, sending violent tremors through the void. His entire body radiated a dazzling purple light, and after half a year with eyes closed, they snapped open, unleashing two piercing beams.

The man regretted his choices bitterly, cursing continuously. But when he met Chen Qi’s gaze, he instantly fell silent, afraid that Chen Qi would actually kill him.

Zhang Yue stared in astonishment at Han Yun, as if meeting him for the first time.

Zhu Yuanyuan nodded gently, made no objection, and walked over to help Chu Feng inspect the handful of supreme spiritual artifacts.

Taking advantage of the moment, Yi Shuihan reached out and seized Duan Zhijun, then shot through the roof like lightning. Rotten wood and broken tiles came crashing down in his wake.