Volume 1, Chapter 41: Preparing to Make a Heavy Investment, Chu Yunfei Visits to Discuss Cooperation!

Upon asking, they found out that the brothers were discussing an issue that urgently needed to be resolved at present: the stronghold's income.

Naturally, this could hardly be considered profound martial arts, but after all, she had not yet fully recovered from a serious illness, and his body was heavy. She staggered a few steps while holding him before finally managing to steady her footing.

The palace grounds were heavily shaded. He paced back and forth for a long time as if taking a stroll, before finally stopping in front of a patch of bushes, as though he had finally eased his tension.

"Is the other party refusing to budge and determined not to say anything? If that's the case, it means we have no way of getting the leveling method out of his mouth," said Who Is Whose Who helplessly.

"Hey, will you guys just get out, please? I'm begging you. Before the paternity test, I bear no responsibility whatsoever," Chu Yun said.

Morning Dew did not leave either; instead, she had a guard bring over a sandalwood armchair and watched coldly from the sidelines.

It was precisely because of that distance he rolled forward that the large cargo truck swept past him, before continuing forward for a short distance and coming to a stop.

Although Rong Cheng did not understand why his mother forbade him from practicing spells, he had a strong desire to learn. Wearied by Rong Cheng's persistent pestering, Rong Moxuan finally agreed to teach him.

Feeling utterly bored, Qingmin wandered around from place to place. Having dawdled this way until dusk, she arrived at a courtyard enclosed by iron railings. She noticed that the ground was covered in a thick layer of dust, with fallen leaves and silt lingering about. In the corner of the wall, however, a disheveled figure was curled up, holding a twig and incessantly drawing something on the ground.

His brow furrowed tightly, and the arm wrapped around her shoulder involuntarily tightened, eliciting a cry of pain from her.

He was also gradually coming to understand that, due to the cultivation technique he practiced, his spiritual power was vastly greater than that of normal cultivators at the same level.

Martial artists of the Great Yan dynasty took the physical body as their foundation, opening up thirty-six major acupoints, followed by tempering their vital blood, refining their tendons and bones, and condensing their physical force. The might born from this was extraordinary.

As the saying goes, being pressed by a ghost causes nightmares. The dream he was having must have been a terrifying nightmare, right?

Lu Ping did not think so. Not a single person in ancient mythology was truly devoid of emotional attachments and desires.

Creeping stealthily into the living room, she took down her magic hat and magic broom from the coat rack.

The current situation, however, was that Zhang Fang had clearly won the first round. Even if Guo Jing won the second round of sparring, he was still far from reaching the point where he could drop to his knees and call him father-in-law. Naturally, he wouldn't be able to display his rigid and dull side—the one that displeased Huang Yaoshi—in front of Huang Yaoshi.

Since Schiller did not know much about such matters, when the rear half of one of the rib bones snapped, he assumed it was just a routine malfunction at the joint, much like the breaking of an ordinary umbrella.

Hearing this, Fan Meng in the water felt as if he had received a shot of adrenaline. He immediately began thrashing vigorously, his movements even becoming somewhat more standardized.

The reward for the pursuit was not very high, only 10,000 merit points. Presumably, Wind, Flower, Snow and Moon and the others did not want ordinary reincarnators from the Huaxia faction to rashly cross paths with such a dangerous and formidable enemy, right?

Even Lin Daomiao, the top divine physician of the southern region, had declared this an incurable disease that could never be healed. Yet Young Master Shen Wuque had completely cured it in less than half an hour.

However, when he saw the ugly expressions on the faces of the Bayan Islanders, he realized he had spoken wrongly—this was a complete slap in the face to the Bayan Islanders! Damn it! The scions of my Bayan Island have been killed, and you call this getting off to a good start?

Amidst the churning black sea water, several tentacles as thick as stone pillars broke through the waves, thrashing and whipping about above the surface. The suction cups on the tentacles opened and closed like rows of bloody, gaping mouths.

Bai Keer, Zhi Xiao, Big Black, and the others arrived in New Jersey one after another. After a few days of investigation, they finally managed to secure an interview with a scientist, who happened to be one of Kodia's students.

It seemed the vortex had already anticipated Nero. When Nero retreated backward, a vortex materialized out of thin air behind him, sucking him right inside as he backed away.

Ripples spread through the air, and space seemed to be torn apart. A giant aperture appeared in the sky, containing a black vortex inside, just like a black hole.

Zhou Feiyang was lost in thought when he suddenly felt someone slam heavily into him. Raising his head, he saw a young man with messy red hair. Frowning, he stepped aside and walked away.

Throughout the entire process, Yang Xian didn't even manage to brush against the hem of Lin Ping's clothes—that was the most terrifying part. At the very last moment, Yang Xian attempted to launch a sneak attack on Lin Ping, only to be directly counter-killed by Lin Ping with lightning speed.

However, everyone was somewhat unclear about these matters, and even the Sword Demon had no idea what was going on.

Subsequently, a dirt-covered figure crawled out from the pile of bricks. He glared at Lin Ping with a face full of fury, murder intent blazing in his eyes.

"Are you alright?" Zhou Feiyang asked softly with a smile. The person who had crashed into him was a short, stout fellow—specifically, the very same member of the Grim Society who had been the first to charge toward the tall youth Mao Ran earlier.

Shout after shout rang out, followed closely by the sight of Uncle Four carrying a bucket of water and scurrying urgently toward the Ancestral Hall.

High up in the sky, the few young powerhouses of the Great Yan Dynasty also lost their focus for a moment, only regaining their wits after quite a while.

Zhou Ran glanced at her head teacher and noticed that Qiu Zhiguo was also observing her reaction. Very well, she certainly was a wonderfully teasing teacher.

The couple muttered to each other nearby. Grandpa Zhou smoked his dry tobacco while cheerfully watching Hua Renzhong and Hua Dahua catching fish by the river.

Zhao Yang had no idea that Lin Ping's family had left the Four-Nine City; all he knew was that Lin Qing颜 had resigned. However, he was not in a anxious; he would just step in once the Lin family found themselves unable to survive, and by then, he would naturally win the beauty over.

Mu Lingshan smiled sweetly at Mu Zi, clutching the black door panel as she landed on the raft, making herself completely at home.

Xu Sheng pointed at Lin Han and cursed fiercely, then shifted his gaze to the twin sisters Shangguan Wan'er and Shangguan Ling'er.

Zhou Yanzhou did not expect Chen Xi to reply to him. Over the past few months, he had been swamped with work and simply could not spare the time to discipline her. Now that he had finally managed to carve out a single day, he did not want to waste it in vain.

The room was very cozy. There was no traditional heated brick bed or stove; instead, a row of radiators hung on the wall, and one could still feel a trace of residual warmth when walking past.

Lin Ping knew that Han Qingxue was better suited to stay behind and explain than he was, so he nodded and walked out of the office.