Volume 1 Chapter 26: Tang Xing Sold to the Black Market

Zhou Ning’s gaze softened. She picked up a silk handkerchief to carefully wipe the dust from his face, then reached out to grasp his foot, snapping his dislocated joint back into place.

"Since that is the case, I shall grant you an opening." With that, Lin Qiu deliberately exposed a flaw in his defense.

The financial products launched by Du Qi were far more potent than ordinary capital-guaranteed funds. Given the rate of the US dollar's depreciation, achieving a seven percent return to beat inflation was effortless.

There was no choice; having turned into a saltwater fish, if she didn't return to the sea, she reckoned she would be baked belly-up in the sun.

New Era Supermarket had started late, and there was no longer time to pursue the strategy of "encircling the cities from the countryside."

In another building, Du Qi saw a massive collection of sculptures, every one of them a masterpiece by a renowned artist. This fueled Du Qi’s ambition, as he wondered if, in twenty or thirty years, he too could inspire such awe in those who visited his estate.

The Underworld always remained within the Primeval World, and the Primeval World, in turn, existed within the True Self space of Xie Xuan’s primordial spirit.

A powerful aura of water-elemental spiritual energy surged forward, shattering the barrier set by Feng Junyu. The three people within the barrier felt their chests tighten, overwhelmed by the sheer force of the spiritual pressure.

At first, the carriage driver was able to tell his story coherently, but as he downed cup after cup of white liquor, his mind gradually grew muddled, and his words began to come out in disjointed fragments.

The Yin family was engaged in export trade, but due to the outbreak of the epidemic, global trade had come to a complete halt. Not only that, but many overseas nations pointed the finger at China as the culprit behind the disease, which directly led to the suppression of many of the Yin family's businesses abroad.

Outside the forbidden grounds, thousands of mounts prostrated themselves on the ground; even those that flew in the sky descended to the earth, submissively and devoutly paying homage.

"Brother Zhang, what are you saying? We are all friends; there is no need for such formalities," Lu Zhan replied with polite reserve.

***

Lan Niang, who had been fiddling with medicinal herbs and gu-worms, was startled by Shen Sijun’s sudden remark.

Of course, Liu Zixin, far away in the capital, was unaware of the changes in Yin Hao, nor would she have guessed that the hotel lobby manager had already betrayed her. At this moment, she was sitting before a high-end desk, intently studying documents related to jewelry and jade.

Mu Yunxia was just thinking of moving a little further ahead to see if she could encounter Mu Qingchen, but before she had taken two steps, she felt a sharp pain at the back of her head.

He thought to himself with great satisfaction, all the while watching the expression on Ren Zhong’s face grow increasingly unsightly.

The legal department's professional team drafted a legal notice and sent it to the public relations department of the Xie Group via email, hoping they would be prepared when they received it.

The Count’s hair stood on end and his pupils contracted sharply as he stared at the man. He wanted to call for the guards, but the sudden onset of terror left him unable to cry out.

After finalizing the details over three days and resting for a few more, Zhang Qian took his direct command of over four thousand men and turned a thousand-man cavalry unit over to Hu Kui to lead. He had Mi Xun lead a thousand-man unit from Zhao Siyang’s artillery battalion, and they headed west from Wuyi County.

Yu’er’s hands were crippled, and her body fell accordingly; as she descended, she was snatched directly into the hands of Wa.

The captives, however, were a welcome sight. So many ships, several of which were still combat-ready, gave Wu Nan a sense of relief, as his remaining warships were almost entirely incapacitated.

Familiar with the routine, he pushed aside the branches and leaves sealing the nest, poked his head inside, and as soon as he looked up, he trembled in shock.

The Yin-Sha aura was incredibly intense. If Zhou Zhou were to open his Yin-Yang eyes, he would even be able to see the malevolent energy as a thick fog, dense enough to blot out the sky.

Hearing the sound of Li Zhiyuan’s footsteps as he walked in, Linglong turned her head to look at the brother who cherished her most.

***

He was a victim of Mother Vol’s population control methods. Despite his status being quite high, he had very few subordinates at his disposal. This was why, even after witnessing the immense power of the demon Doom, he still dared not launch a direct rebellion.

Her complexion was worse than it had ever been, and the reason was simple: it was because of those spellcasters.

Qian Weidong said, "Let’s just leave Su Han’s matter at that. President Huang never trades on principle; since he is willing to give Su Han face, why should we be the ones to play the villain? Don't you agree?"

Gao Ming carefully recounted what Su Han had just reported, then asked Ren Jian, "What about you? Can you help reach out to someone in Beijing?"

After the two finished signing up, the screen displayed that the competition would begin promptly at 8:00 PM the following evening, and that they should prepare in advance. Once the time arrived and they entered the game, no matter what they were doing, they would be teleported to the competition arena.

This meditation technique was like opening the door to another world for Stephen, but what left him quite dissatisfied was that the meditation method available to apprentices only included the first half.

Before she recovered, while she was still a Spirit, she had voluntarily deleted all applications of her "Luck" stat, preserving a glimmer of hope for Chen Feng.

Before I could clearly see what the newcomer was, another massive roar came from directly ahead, echoing through the heavens. It was followed by a dull, thumping sound, like the beating of ancient war drums, each strike gripping the soul.

From then on, the two engaged in a cycle of fighting, slaughtering, and recovering—fighting, slaughtering, and recovering—turning the deserted island into a scene of chaotic carnage.