32 Journey to Canglang

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As gravity descended upon him, Wang Hao immediately felt his body sink, and the vital energy within him seemed to stop circulating.

Guangqi Wangshu nodded hesitantly, then left a brief note on the desk. All he had to do was say that he was going out and ask Chuanxing to handle the afternoon’s affairs. He never needed to worry about her work, for careful and meticulous Chuanxing could always do it perfectly.

Fu Jia wore red clothes all day long. She never seemed to find them hot, though anyone looking at her felt overheated. Unfortunately, Fu Jia probably knew that red suited her best. She wore red almost every day, leaving Fu Jun utterly speechless.

Looking at Yutian Hen’s handsome face twisted with fury, Afier fluttered her red eyelashes and stared at him curiously. A faint, indistinct smile curved her bloodstained lips.

At that moment, the boy in red was gnashing his teeth, clutching the two prize tickets in his hands as though he wished he could swallow them whole.

Maine’s feelings were complicated. Back then, for money and the chance to live a wealthy life, she had abandoned her parents and her only younger sister—Fan Ao.

“Brother Xiao, you flatter me. Whether in strength or strategy, you are far superior to us. If even you have no solution, what good idea could I possibly have?” Qin Xiaoyao said with a bitter smile.

“My friend, you are too kind. I only wish to ask whether the cold jade in your hand is the Cosmic Stone of the Ancient Phoenix God.” Xue Ji pointed at the cold jade in Xiao Yu’s hand with her enormous pincers.

Jia Sidao was naturally happy to approve of such a shop. There was no cheating or deception. Even if the prices were somewhat inflated, the buyers knew exactly what they were purchasing, just as they would when buying ordinary handicrafts. There was far less falsehood involved.

Just then, the hurried thudding of footsteps rang out. Alice came running with Alexia and Cameron, and they arrived just in time.

Qian Chen immediately looked at her in astonishment. The rules governing rank within the Divine Path Church were extremely strict, after all.

Purple, ghostly light steamed from its entire body. Its four eyes burned like flames, and it bared its jagged teeth in a ferocious snarl. Pale-yellow saliva dripped to the ground like water from the Yellow Springs.

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On the third day of the second lunar month, Wang Muran ascended the throne as emperor, taking the title Emperor Jingtai and declaring this year the first year of Jingtai.

“You are defying the imperial order! Don’t you know that defying the order means losing your heads?” Liu Quan’s heart tightened as he watched the soldiers close in around them.

In every case, the poison spread through the liver until the organ hardened like stone and could no longer be treated, resulting in death. Yet the liver possessed the ability to regenerate, so it was not easily ruined, and death did not come easily either.

As this spiritual energy drifted upward, it gradually took on the shape of a vortex during its long ascent. It continued spreading toward the highest point, then swept across the entire Fengying Continent.

Hearing Fang Ruqin say this, Gao Xuan was at a loss. In any case, there was nothing else to do at present, so he followed Fang Ruqin toward that place.

The man at the head was around forty years old. He had a pale face, a long beard, and narrow, keen eyes. With his arms folded across his chest, he wore an almost imperceptible smile at the corner of his mouth.

I admit that this White Jade Chicken is indeed unique. But what makes it worth so much?

Ye Mingyu’s words steadied Ye Shuyan. A smile returned to the corners of her lips, and she looked extremely proud. Ye Mingyu was right—so long as the First Prince was pleased with her, that was all that mattered.

That had frustrated him as well. Whenever he became bored and irritable, he would beat and curse, while the people inside pretended not to hear and ignored him completely.

Moreover, the timing was perfect. In the past, the restaurant owners had considered introducing White Jade Chicken, but Liu Yao had rejected them every time on the grounds that production could not keep up. Now, the opportunity had finally arrived.

Seeing this, Liu Yao took the hose and aimed it directly at several enormous containers in the center of the chicken pen, specially designed for the chickens to drink from.

Unfortunately, Mi Fang had betrayed his own side. While stationed in Jingzhou, he caused Guan Yu’s downfall, and after surrendering to Eastern Wu, he allowed the rear to fall. Guan Yu was left with nowhere to advance or retreat, ultimately losing the battle and dying—a tragedy lamented throughout the ages.

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Just as he was sighing bitterly, the defending general Deng Long suddenly came to report that the reinforcements sent by Liu He had arrived. Huang Zu was overjoyed and hurried out of the city in person to welcome them. Yet when the gates opened, he saw only seven or eight people, all dressed like merchants, and could not help staring in bewilderment.

“You may not like hearing this, but I truly need to walk the road I once traveled—perhaps not only my own, but Woz’s as well,” Jun Lin said.

“What face do I have left to return to my country, to return home?” Dong Xin threw back his head and laughed at himself. His outburst made passersby stop and stare. The Dutch residents had no idea what this Asian man was shouting about at the street corner, or whether he was suffering from a serious mental illness.

As he spoke, the pistol behind him had already shifted to the long-haired man’s temple. It was indeed an M29—one that was very difficult to find nowadays.

In truth, she did not feel wronged at all. Wei Feng’s slap had been neither too hard nor too light, and it had instantly reminded her of the saying that beating was a sign of love and scolding a sign of affection. That slap had landed exactly where she itched, filling her with delight and an indescribably pleasurable sensation.

If the Nether Network had not remained intact and the Profound Shadow Body had not been functioning properly, Li Xun would probably have risen and fled for his life. Even so, the sensation of plunging abruptly from knowing everything to knowing nothing still made him so miserable that he felt like vomiting blood.

“Damn it, go to hell!” Huang Bin roared, swinging the iron rod in his hand toward Lin Feng’s face.

The master suddenly grew frantic. He pulled a photograph from his pocket and held it out to everyone. The others immediately cried out in surprise, for the photograph showed the master together with Zhang Xiang in his youth.

This young half-beastman appeared to be nearly twenty years old. His lower body had been dyed bright red with blood, and he was half leaning against a tree root. Judging from the severity of his injuries, an ordinary human would have been dead already.

Only after puzzling over it for a long while did Lin Feng finally open the box. He discovered that the object inside could not truly be called a spirit stone. More precisely, it was a white, crystalline, completely translucent piece of jade. He was even more perplexed. Could something that appeared to have been carefully carved really have fallen from the sky?

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