Volume 1, Chapter 64: Growing Ever Stronger to Achieve New Glories

Chu Xiong glanced at Fang Yang.

Seeing that Fang Yang did not look like he was joking.

However, upon second thought, an income of over seventy thousand taels a month was quite acceptable.

Calculated this way, that amounted to eight hundred thousand taels a year.

It already reached nearly a quarter of the national treasury's tax revenue.

When the time arrived, the Exquisite Pagoda would open a profound light mirror, projecting their images directly onto the surface so they could clearly see everything happening.

Presumably, everyone could see it. The only place in the world suitable for this was the currently extremely frail China, with its poorly equipped and backwardly trained Chinese military—in their eyes, merely a slightly larger ant.

It had not been a short time since Jiuxuan left the Hidden Realm. Over the years, more than half of his spirit liquid had been consumed by Lin Luochen. Therefore, his craving for spirit liquid was far more enticing than that for profound liquid.

Because Lanling City and the outer valley of the Valley of Death were both the starting point where he briefly opened the doors of his emotions after his rebirth, and the endpoint where those emotional doors were almost completely frozen shut.

Had the married man she loved noticed that she was missing? Was he anxious? Or would he simply not care at all? If there was any fault, it was all that she had fallen in love with someone she should not have loved. Since she had come here, it was destined that the two of them would no longer have any intersection; such an ending could also be considered flawless.

The conclusion was that the current situation was basically difficult to stop. Otherwise, on Chinese territory, China would have long since intervened. When dealing with cultivators, China was practically helpless.

After the press conference concluded, those online posts targeting Divine Flame and Lin Luochen rapidly reversed, turning entirely into praise for Divine Flame and Lin Luochen.

The private box had an independent restroom, but only one person could enter at a time, so the few of them simply went together to the external public restroom to relieve themselves.

"Scoundrel, simply shameless! Have you forgotten everything Master said? You are the future hope of Piaoyao Peak, the hope of Wanshou Valley! How can you be so heedless of cherishing your talent and fail to keep yourself clean and self-respecting..." He chattered on endlessly.

"And then have the patriarch find out you are here, drag you back, and charge me with the crime of harboring a fugitive?" Long Yinxie's tone was neither high nor low, making it impossible to discern joy or anger.

However, what Zhang Yi did not expect was that the appearance of their truck almost caused a disaster within the county town.

That voice was exceedingly coquettish, making Zhang Yi feel as if his heart had suddenly been scratched by a cat's paw—both painful and itchy, tingling and numbness coursing through, accompanied for a long time by faint, crackling sparks of electricity.

"Very well..." After receiving a definitive reply, Lin Leyao was just about to say some words of gratitude and concurrently praise this player when his words were abruptly cut off.

Cheng Buyun smiled. The food they had eaten in the morning had long been digested, and feeling hungry was normal. Having not yet reached Tier 1 life, they could not convert energy to sustain the body's overall energy consumption, making them unable to withstand hunger at all. Moreover, with the increase in bodily strength, even more nourishment was required.

The crowd was completely ignited, their blood boiling to an incomparable degree. Their emotions reached a peak once again, and their fanaticism toward Po Jun attained the absolute ultimate limit.

Although this formation could immunize against spell attacks, it could not trap martial cultivators with formidable physical strength.

Damn it, it looked more like a fairy tale. At least, that was how it appeared to these battle-hardened Red Army officers.

It was acceptable to give Cheng Buyun some attitude, but thinking about killing or even seriously injuring him was out of the question. No one could afford to disregard the face of Qian Luo, the third deacon of the Temple of Life.

"Guild Master Xingchen, please stay. I haven't finished speaking yet." Spades called out to Xingchen once more.

Qiu Yu sat in the grand master's chair, his brow tightly furrowed. He only felt deeply uncomfortable inside his body; after all, with certain special substances now present and endangering his life, no one could simply ignore it.