Volume 1, Chapter 29: Missed Calls

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“But do not forget that you were created by me, and that every opportunity and blessing you possess was given to you by me. You are Lin San, and you always will be.” Lin Xuan spoke with amused detachment.

Su Lina’s face flushed crimson with anger, so red that even her expensive foundation could not conceal it. Her eyes were wide enough that her contact lenses nearly slipped out.

This time, however, it was clearly not Ji Linglong secretly using some trick. It was simply Qin Yue’s normal reaction.

The moment his words fell, everyone from Xinyuxuan erupted into an uproar. “Leave them to my disposal”—that had indeed been the agreement between Boss Yu and me. Yet none of them had ever imagined that Boss Yu would lose. Now that the truth lay before them, who could say how I would deal with these people? After all, we had been enemies from the very beginning.

Qi Cai answered her. He had originally intended to reach out and pat her head, but fearing that it might cause some misunderstanding, he withdrew his hand halfway.

A third-grade offensive jade talisman and a fourth-grade offensive jade talisman represented the difference between the Core Formation Realm and the Nascent Soul Realm. The gap was simply too vast. If Qi Cai made a move, every one of them would die.

No expert from the Far Western Lands would fail to recognize this mask, for it was the mask always worn by the Wuyou King, the foremost figure of the Far Western Lands.

If he had not been poisoned back then, how far would he have progressed by now? How could a fifth-level Spirit Body cultivator like Lin Xuan have dared to act so arrogantly before him?

After comforting Yin Xueqiao for a while, Lin Xuan grew worried that the girl might do something foolish, so he had her enter the space within the Demonic Lotus Seal to calm herself.

With the Xue family’s support, the several of them would certainly gain higher status and greater benefits within the Li family in the future. They understood this more clearly than anyone.

In the back seat of the Mitsubishi cruiser, Ye Qingquan sat with his eyes narrowed, resting with his eyes closed. Streetlights streamed through the windows and fell across his tranquil face, making him appear to be sound asleep.

Seeing this, Ku Chen and the others exchanged glances. Regardless of their injuries, they sent their spiritual power surging wildly through their bodies, while the magical treasures in their hands flashed without pause, ready at any moment to defend against a sudden attack from that terrifyingly powerful demon commander.

Peng Ming knew only that Chen Tian was a student of the Elite Academy. He did not know that Chen Tian had already become a Saint, nor did he know how the conversation with the major general had gone. He could not help feeling apprehensive.

He closed his eyes and sensed his condition for a moment. Below the right side of his chest, his meridians were obstructed, leaving his entire chest tight and constricted. Even his breathing carried a faint wheezing sound. After a long while, he remembered how he had been injured: he had apparently been struck by Saxon firearm cavalry. Beyond that, he could not recall a thing.

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However, Zhang Tiansong possessed nearly inexhaustible spiritual energy. All he needed to do was absorb the pure spiritual energy within the Azure Jade Gourd to his heart’s content; he had no need to concern himself with refining it.

Murong Xiao stepped forward and effortlessly forced the door shut, then wedged it firmly in place with two armrests torn from the seats.

Although he greatly admired this princess, who could be useful for manipulating the Serbian issue, he had no intention of dealing with Serbia for the time being.

Within the void, arcs of electricity flashed as a powerful electric field formed. A blue figure emerged, countless electric snakes leaping around him. As his voice fell, nine electric arcs burst from his hands and condensed into a massive hammer of lightning. The tremendous voltage distorted the air itself, refracting it into rays of every color.

He had truly never expected this unaffiliated demon to be so troublesome. After being bombarded for more than a quarter of an hour by countless sword beams containing the soul of the Purple Sun Sword, he had not only failed to disintegrate, but had continued to retaliate, striking apart every sword beam that came hurtling toward him.

Just as expected! Leng Ye had merely intended to test him, never imagining that Canglong would actually admit it outright. His father’s murderer. Although he had long been certain that Canglong was the one who had killed his father, when the truth was truly laid bare before him, he found it difficult to accept. His expression grew complicated, and his heart became hopelessly torn.

A cold smile touched the corners of Shen Qingyue’s lips. Looking at the man before her, who had completely lost the composure befitting a crown prince, she gave a derisive laugh.

Ever since producing the first batch of wine, Sima Shao had ordered his servants to store the grape wine in the cellar. Today, he had mixed in some sugar and strong liquor and sent it over.

The bed was furnished with quilts and pillows, and there was even a wooden table in the cell. It was laden with meat, fine wine, and every sort of delicacy.

The Honorable Consort Luo sat upright on the bed. Six golden hairpins protruded from her coiffure, each topped with a luan bird holding a strip of white gauze in its beak. Together, they draped over and concealed her face.

After studying all day, Ye Xinyu had learned only those few final vowels. Even so, she felt it was a good achievement—certainly better than knowing nothing at all as before.

Jinli continued rummaging through the boxes and cabinets until she found a toy resembling a clay figurine, though the face on it was rather indistinct.

Before them lay a mountain stream. A pool of clear water rippled with emerald waves beneath the moonlight. Shui Caofu had never used this water before because it was too deep.

Yet in his impression, the Eastern Jin was a dynasty plagued by chaotic aristocratic factions. Not long after its founding, the powerful minister Huan Wen seized control of the government and placed Sima Yu on the throne. Unfortunately, Sima Yu possessed only intelligence and no real authority; he was merely a puppet emperor.

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Daoist Tong forced his primordial spirit to its limits, enveloping an area with a radius of fifty miles. This was already the furthest extent his primordial spirit could perceive. He heard the cries of birds, beasts, and insects, yet still could not find the visitor.

An envoy named Kun Shaluo, dispatched from the Qianwu Universe Nation, arrived at Lin Ye’s villa on Black Dragon Mountain Island and once again made an announcement concerning the Qianwu Secret Realm.

Before he had even left the restaurant, Jiang Zipeng washed his face vigorously in the restroom. He did not know how much the alcohol had worn off, but at least he had stopped sobbing. Judging by his unsteady steps, however, he was still somewhat drunk.

Only after hearing him sing live this time did she realize that his voice seemed to possess an additional kind of magic.

She understood that this powerful mage before her was no ordinary man. People like him were highly guarded and would never casually discuss cooperation with strangers.

The beam struck the Boeing aircraft. Had it been an ordinary plane, it would have been pierced straight through, but Zhang Qing merely staggered slightly.

Fourteen throwing knives transformed into a sky full of blade shadows, revealing a terrifyingly sharp killing intent beneath the moonlight.

Just as the atmosphere reached an impasse, a sudden announcement rescued everyone from the awkward situation.

“Hey! How can you treat someone like that?” Furious, she hurried forward to help Qiu Ju up, then glared angrily at Consort Ying.

Perhaps only she herself knew what this family had endured over the past several years for the sake of her son’s so-called dream of becoming a musician.

This was the first time the two had met, and also their first collaboration. Whatever that look in the man’s eyes meant, one thing was certain: he was not someone the other man could afford to provoke.

Yet the moment that member of the Night Division left the residence where Guan Hu lived, the respectful expression on his face vanished without a trace.

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