Chapter 43: Heading to Canglang

Reminded by Li Huai, Lu Baibai realized that she truly hadn't rested properly for quite some time, living through one grueling trial after another every single day. Now, with the matters concerning her cousin still awaiting resolution, it was entirely normal for her to be on the verge of a nervous breakdown.

No matter who they might be, pushing the limits of human endurance is never something that can be achieved overnight in this era.

Zhu Yuan strongly suspected that the two silver spots on the front and back represented the manifestation of the rule belonging to him, though the inscribed patterns had yet to fully form.

Lu Yu'an's words made a lot of sense, as he had already neglected numerous corporate affairs lately on account of Su Linwan.

However, Zhang Qinghe's sword differed from the generalized true meaning of the sun and moon contained within the guardian arts of the Li family. He intercepted the individual Dao principles held separately by the sun and the moon, making the ceaselessly balancing and interacting radiance of the blazing sun and the bright moon surrounding his sword light all the more distinctive.

Hearing Steward Yang put it this way, Ji Han understood immediately. It seemed his father had moved on to live a life with his former family, which was why he had moved out of this household.

Furthermore, the insurance fraud scheme had already been successfully executed, and the other bosses had their hands full dealing with compensation payouts. Everything could be said to be back on the right track.

Bei Qingfeng stubbornly kept silent, continuing to gaze coldly at Bei Yunyang, while the Illusory Ice Serpent remained on constant alert, ready to seize any chance to counterattack as long as they were still breathing.

She felt she couldn't let Ji Yang spend such a huge amount of money just to buy her a house, especially since earning nine hundred thousand would probably take them decades.

As for the people from the Eagle Squad, the entire Wind Squad was plunged into panic for a time, terrified of being fired by that madman Jiang Shaoying.

The company was located in City B, and the smart city project was also in City B. He was firmly anchored there and simply unable to extricate himself.

Two of them possessed decent skills, nearly on par with the people from his second uncle's side, while the last one was merely an obscure, wretched middle-aged man.

Finally, after traveling for about a quarter of an hour, Hu Lei finally maneuvered his flying sword to land on a stone platform.

"I ask you, is your name Fang Bolin?" The man in white stepped forward and pointed at Fang Bolin, who closed his eyes and couldn't be bothered to respond to him.

Such a lustful and avaricious figure was nothing more than a weather vane, obeying whoever offered the greater benefits, and was utterly unworthy of heavy trust.

Right now, she still had to rely on Gu Tianjiao to muddle through, putting on a weak facade for the time being. She must not let Gu Tianjiao truly develop the intent to kill.

However, Charles stated very seriously that he understood the requirements, and ended up buying a pure steel kitchen knife, claiming it was recommended by a Michelin-starred chef.

Bringing someone home with him was simply playing with the idea of locking them both together, constantly chanting like a scripture to brainwash Xie Ming day after day; sooner or later, that would dispel Xie Ming's suspicions.

The aura emanating from the three of them was immensely formidable. As they sped along, there were continuous sonic booms, with magical elements vaguely swirling around their bodies.

Li Si smiled calmly, a trace of helplessness lingering on his face. There were gains to be made in losing, and acquiring the brass eight-trigrams was more important to him than anything else.

Since Linghu Ningyuan had made her arrangements and returned to China, he was naturally not in a rush by a day or two. Although he had no intention of actually reuniting with them, being able to just watch from afar, attend their events like an ordinary fan, and draw a little closer to them in secret would be enough.

"Perhaps we wronged our martial uncle; him not letting us descend the mountain was indeed the right choice," Leng Xiao advised.

Although Lin Feng did not spell it out, and those people followed very stealthily, Lin Feng could still perceive their presence. Alas, he hadn't expected that even going on a vacation would be so difficult. Lin Feng was even considering whether he should discuss with Xia Ruoxi tomorrow about secretly switching to another country for their trip.

Liu Ling's cold, silver pupils were remarkably clear, reflecting the yet-unexpressed smile of the Assassin's true body as it failed to escape death in time.

Hearing the name of the pill that he had consumed countless times in his previous life, Liu Ling instinctively popped open the wooden stopper of the jade vial. Gazing at the two intimately familiar pills within, he finally confirmed one certain fact.

Gan Qingfeng refused to show himself for a long time, his laughter echoing continuously to shatter people's confidence and courage, plunging them into deeper tension and panic. His voice drifted unpredictably, much like an omnipotent overlord at whose mercy all experts had to submit.

At the same time, the email also specified the deadline for selecting a major, urging all candidates to treat their choice with the utmost seriousness. This would directly impact their future studies at the school and determine whether they could keep up with the institution's academic curriculum.

In a single breath, he had rushed all the way to the hospital in merely a few minutes.

The bearded man glared fiercely at Black Five as he uttered those words. In his heart, he had completely grown to hate Black Five.

Regardless of who he was, the fact that he could instantly kill a tier-one fierce beast meant he must possess Immortal Emperor-stage strength at such a young age, right?

After finishing dinner, Xia Moli told Xia Fan that she planned to return to her hometown the next day. Xia Fan agreed without the slightest hesitation; lacking the time himself, it was good for his elder sister to go back. Meanwhile, Liu Yang stammered that she was going back to attend classes. Now that Black Three and the Scabby-Head had been eliminated, no one posed a threat to her anymore, so Xia Fan nodded in consent as well.

After everyone had finished dinner and left, He Yue hurried into his bedroom and slept soundly until the next morning. Waking up and checking the time, he saw it was already past eight o'clock. Oh no, Yang Bing and the others must be waiting at the company; he just hoped they wouldn't come into conflict with the security guards at the entrance.

The door was smashed to pieces, and the Wind Sword Sect disciple lying on the ground stared blankly with wide-open eyes, clearly already dead.

Yang Wei looked with great sympathy at the old man who had been kicked to the ground, yet recalling the "arrogance" and "haughtiness" of the Minister of the Court of Judicial Review, he suppressed the impulse to pull him up. Remaining in the saddle, he watched how the eunuch faction would play their hand.

When Ning Hao opened his eyes again, what greeted him was a stark white ceiling. A pungent medicinal odor drifted into his nostrils.