Chapter 28

Believe it or not, while Yang Tao’s righteous declaration failed to rattle the group opposite him, a single sentence from Li Can caused them all to waver.

As he finished speaking, he flicked his right hand, and blood mist spread out, surging directly toward Old Man Leng. The thick, pungent scent of blood was enough to induce a splitting headache.

The Qishan Food Factory guesthouse had undergone a renovation; it was now a mid-sized, six-story facility with over a hundred rooms. With the addition of a newly expanded lobby and an annex, it was well-qualified to apply for a three-star hotel rating.

Acquiring Standard Bank of South Africa directly would be extremely difficult; manipulating Standard Chartered to re-acquire the bank was the most viable path.

"Get lost!" Chen Chufan glared at Ye Feng. He knew that nothing good would ever come out of that guy’s mouth.

When the host announced that Chen Chufan was about to speak, every reporter in the audience instantly perked up. Thousands of gazes converged on Chen Chufan, who sat in the center of the podium, and the entire venue fell into absolute silence.

"Understood." Sister Xun sighed. It was truly incredible that this celebration had turned into what it was now; even the young master, who never drank, had passed out. Was the pressure on these people usually that overwhelming?

The burly youth spoke calmly, his eyes fixed on the delicate-looking youth before him. A flicker of imperceptible shock crossed his expression; this boy’s cultivation was only at the early stage of the Spirit Sea, yet with that previous punch, he had sensed that the boy possessed boundless strength, his lithe frame standing as steady and imposing as a mountain.

Although the basketball court was covered with wooden flooring, the middle-aged man landed as silently as a falling willow catkin.

It should be said that individuals like the tiger-striped freak were inevitably the most outstanding and powerful representatives of their respective universes. Having wandered the chaos for who knows how many years and chanced upon various fortunes, it would be strange if they could be easily defeated or killed.

Upon hearing Cui Jian’s words, most of the soldiers realized what had happened. They immediately rallied and hurried after him toward Jeju City.

Well, although these words were far too world-weary and completely unlike something girls of their age would say, they were indeed Pei Qingxi’s exact words.

Such a long journey, to arrive within half a month and catch the Ghost Festival—it seemed impossible.

I took the liberty of creating another opportunity for them to meet. Many things can only be decided once people see each other face to face.

I must conserve my strength now. Only then can I hold on until Princess Xihe wakes up, and until Long Zhan uncovers the truth.

"Captain, we... we need to take some of that, too." Lin Xiangxiang interjected, though she couldn't quite explain why. Seeing their gazes turn toward her, her face grew redder and redder.

These sixteen characters were the Heart-Clearing Mantra my uncle had mentioned to me. He said that if I ever fell into an illusion or lost control of my emotions, I should silently recite them in my heart, and they would bring me back to calm.

As Pei Qingxi went to pour a drink and walked back to her seat, she glanced over intentionally or otherwise and caught the scene. The frustration she had felt from being unable to solve her problem seemed to vanish in that instant.

Since he had transmigrated into this world, this was the first time he realized that simply zoning out could actually be a luxury.

Upon hearing Princess Yurou say she would take her to catch up with the Emperor and Su Zecai, Wei Xinran’s spirits soared. She made an immediate decision, picked up the bundle from the ground, slung it over her shoulder, and mounted her brother Wei Tianhao’s horse.

The two of them happened to say the same thing at the exact same time. They looked at each other in embarrassment and then turned their heads away.

Everyone present, save for the bigwigs, was stunned. Even Zijing, who had guessed this a year ago, could not help but feel a jolt of surprise.

Even Father Sheng, who was extremely critical of him, had to admit that aside from his mediocre background, He Jianjun’s mind was top-tier.

"Can't you wait for me to rest so we can go together?" Jin Weimo expressed that if he missed his baby’s first check-up, he would certainly feel it was a great pity.

Ji Meng raised an eyebrow and suddenly smiled. "Is there something you need?" She tried her best to project as much approachability as possible. In the wilderness, especially among beastmen who lived in impoverished regions, defenses were high; they would not easily trust anyone.

"Nothing, just felt that you aren't as cute as you used to be, brother-in-law." Yan Xiangyang wasn't foolish enough to admit to such things; his brother-in-law was a man who could punch him until he questioned reality. He wasn't having a mental lapse.

Situ Haozhen took the teacup, but his gaze remained fixed on Lady Bo without drinking; he casually placed it back on the heated brick bed table.

Chang Li walked slowly along the lakeside. His casual suit accentuated his tall, slender frame and made him look even younger. The students heading to class early looked at the passerby in amazement.

"What is your hidden grief?" Min Yunshu’s beautiful eyes flickered. She asked faintly, trying to keep her expression as calm as water.

Great mountains and rivers were quite different from the vast forest. Miao Ran savored the beauty of the different scenery, contemplating the nuances, when a pinecone clattered and rolled to her feet. Looking up, she caught a glimpse of a figure in the trees, and she couldn't help but smile in pleasant surprise.

The mountain path was rugged; in some places, it wasn't even a path, merely gravel and weeds, barely allowing one to dodge the vines and trees on either side.

The Yin-Yang Pill was only one step away from completion. The Shadow Sword King could not help but be excited, yet he did not lose his usual overbearing style: "Go. Even if we have to snatch it, we must get a Yin-Yang Seed." With that, he strode out of the alchemy room.

One of the three corpses twitched; his face was covered in blood, and he knew his end was near. He moved his hand, using all his strength to throw his sword toward the cycle of reincarnation, but the sword fell in mid-air. He tried to reach for it, but his eyes closed heavily, and he lost his breath.

However, the demon horses ridden by Ye Chen and the others were no ordinary steeds; they were thick-skinned and full of stamina, making the mountain climb feel like walking on flat ground without slowing them down.

Shi Yin said this lightly, but in reality, it was far more significant than just being the top trending topic.

"No way, isn't this thing dead? I clearly couldn't feel even a trace of divine soul aura from it." Ye Chen examined it again, and only after confirming his senses were correct did he ask in confusion.

"On equal footing? With what are you going to be on equal footing? Shamelessness? Even our Flying Star Academy would find that filthy." Ye Chen muttered to himself after hearing Bai Rixin’s words, before speaking up again.