Chapter Sixty-Five: Guiding the Truth

Only then did Shui Qing belatedly realize the problem. George didn’t know her yet, and her fervent, excited behavior must seem utterly mad.

“You! Isn’t Nanyu beautiful enough for you? Yet you’re still thinking about somewhere else. You really don’t know how lucky you are,” Han Yinong set down his bowl and began to clear the dishes.

“Senior Brother?” Chen Yu was stunned yet again. What was happening? Was the business world truly going to descend into chaos? Was everyone really conspiring to poach talent from the three great families? What was this? Could it be, as Li Xiaoyan had said, that they were prepared to use extraordinary means?

In terms of cultivation and inner strength, he was no match for Liu Conglin. Now, Zhou Dao could only rely on the advantages he had over Liu Conglin.

Hearing this, Pan Aiguo’s heart was filled with delight. Perhaps this time, County Chief Qin had just come by for a routine inspection and there was nothing serious to worry about? Besides, all his paperwork and procedures were in perfect order. Even if someone wanted to find fault, he had nothing to fear.

The occasional wolf howls in her ears were like a deathly curse, plucking at Mu Yiyi’s already overwrought nerves. She was constantly at a loss, but still gripped tightly the only thing that could save her life.

Most of his body was submerged in the dark currents of the lightless void, his expression unreadable. Only his eyes shone with the last rays of the setting sun. His pale hands, dazzling white, hung at his sides, slowly clenching into fists, trembling with tension. Without waiting for her reply, his figure merged completely with the darkness and vanished.

Here were Lin Xue’s inner thoughts: Isn’t your family rich? Then I’ll order the most expensive, the best. I won’t shortchange myself—let you suffer the loss, I’ll make the most of it.

At the same time, as participants in the formation, the four old men all spat out a mouthful of blood in unison…

The moment the director appeared, Shen Changmin’s face turned bitter. Of all times, why did he have to come now?

“Damn! You fat fool, I told you to grab the gear, not grope her chest!” the skinny one grumbled. In truth, he wanted a feel himself, but the fat man’s bulk was blocking his way, making it impossible.

“Think carefully about what you’ve done. After crushing everyone in your grade, how do you still have the nerve to say such things?” She shot him a sidelong glance, her tone laced with disdain—and a hint of pride.

The northwest had temporarily settled, but that did not mean the western border’s troubles were over. The Death Commander hadn’t expected that summoning just four seemingly powerful souls would result in such chaos. Terrified, he retreated again and again, now all the way to the southwest, ready to abandon the northwestern front.

Chu Feng attacked directly, words now meaningless. His body radiated holy light, swirling with colored mist, transforming into a white dragon leaping from the water, swallowing sun and moon.

Young Master Yi’s face turned deathly pale, his ears ringing so loudly that all music at the scene faded away.

Li Muyang blocked with both hands; the diamond embedded in his wrist sparked with every clash. If not for his training in external martial arts, he would have buckled long ago.

They walked for about an hour and encountered nothing. The wooden tokens in their hands still read zero, unchanged from the start.

Watching Chu Qiao draw closer and closer, so near she could feel his breath on her delicate face, countless tangled thoughts grew wild in Gu Yue’s heart like weeds.

Her trouble was that Jiang Yan was like a legendary general, unmatched in battle and seemingly tireless, never knowing fatigue. This left Shen Yunhan struggling to keep up.

Perhaps Li Changsheng too felt that only alcohol could express his mood. Taking advantage of the moment, he asked Lu Chen about his future plans.

But just moments ago, he had faced his most dangerous test yet—a battle with a human-demon who had perfected the Enlightenment Stage.

Cai Shaojie was truly angry now, thinking Lu Chen was utterly ungrateful. But the voice from outside the door halted Cai Shaojie’s impending outburst.

Xue Yang sincerely believed Wang Ze was a good man—one thousand, ten thousand times better looking than that Manager Zhou.

They believed that, as king and queen of pop, and with Jiang Yan’s help, performing at the Spring Festival Gala wouldn’t be too hard.

Seeing Zhuohua unharmed, Grandmaster Wuji quietly breathed a sigh of relief, his face instantly returning to its usual nonchalant, devil-may-care look.

As soon as Xi Youle’s performance ended, the sycophant Yixiuming cast his vote, raising the tally from 800,000 to 850,000.

Shen Yue understood she was worried about her own uncertain future—if she failed to seize the Soul Lamp, survival would be impossible.

This sword technique had no preset forms—only fifty-four sword maneuvers and thirteen basic stances, to be combined freely in combat.

“Haha, I, the Earth Kirin, can finally recover some of my cultivation!” The beast was overjoyed.

On the table, Third Master had already laid out breakfast. Two girls sat on either side of him; fortunately, Mavis’s mastery of light magic was complete, or else the two wouldn’t even have been able to take their seats.

“Li, this is my turf. If you’re a dragon, coil up for me; if you’re a tiger, you’ll have to lie down. Understand?” The warden looked at Li Hui, smiling amiably.