Volume 1, Chapter 40: The Painting Competition

Yang Jinxin stood there, gritting her teeth, unable to sit or stand, breaking into a nervous sweat. Qin Muyang ignored her, calmly eating his meal without casting her another glance.

A car pulled up steadily at the entrance. An adjutant in full military uniform stepped out first and respectfully opened the rear door.

On the other side of Lihe Garden, Elder Tianshi was leading a tour. He deliberately chose a route that kept them far away from the Spirit Immortal Fields. In this manner, they had spent the better part of the day wandering through the garden.

Huo Donglai had been visiting frequently lately, and Yang Jinxin would chat and laugh with him like an old friend. She had once tentatively asked about Rong Yue and the child, but he had effortlessly steered the conversation elsewhere.

The onlookers retreated several paces. As soon as Lin Yin stood her ground, the Confidence Dharma King let out a loud shout and vanished in a flash. Recognizing this as the Manichaean "Life-Death Displacement" technique, Lin Yin remained calm, focusing her senses to wait for his strike.

"Has my Xue'er forgotten her husband? You have kept me waiting for so long." Ji Wuoqing lay reclined on the bed, his face wearing an expression of reproach. He was unclothed, draped only in a robe, with bandages visible around his shoulder and a silk quilt covering his body.

"My father passed away many years ago, too." As one who shared the same fate, I understood all too well the pain of losing a loved one.

Even Mu Xueyi could not withstand it; a wave of blood rose in his throat, and he coughed it out, his face turning as pale as paper. Unable to steady himself, he collapsed helplessly.

Zhuge Liang frowned at the vehicle, wondering to himself: What could be the purpose of such a carriage?

The prison was thick with the stench of blood. The dark, crimson stains on the floor and the grime that could never be scrubbed from the walls and cell doors served as proof that this massive dungeon was used for far more than just detaining the "precious cargo" collected from various places.

Zhao Mingyue’s jaw dropped at this bizarre coincidence. She drew in a sharp breath, triggering a fit of coughing. Instinctively reaching up to rub her chest, she touched that muscle that had yet to return to its proper place, causing her to wince in sharp pain.

"Yes, he approached me before, asking if I had any plans to move. Of course, I said no." The Left Vice Minister of the Court of Diplomatic Reception held the rank of fifth-grade official. The Court of Diplomatic Reception, akin to a modern-day Ministry of Foreign Affairs, was responsible for receiving foreign dignitaries—a department Gu Qingyun held in high regard.

Thus, they waited with curiosity to see what "Chen Huanxian" would do. Facing the defensive stance of Old Black’s "Solid Gold Field," would she retreat in fear, or... stake everything on a desperate gamble?

His eyes were fine; he could not have been mistaken. After all, the difference between red and black was stark.

When I heard that, I was stunned and couldn't help but curse inwardly: Damn, what kind of people does this lunatic know? Judging by the look on that stubborn face, I knew the lunatic must have given this guy plenty of cash before. He had likely become addicted, and seeing the room suddenly light up, he had habitually come over to beg for money.

"Nine o'clock tonight, wait for me at Four Seasons." After saying this with a cold face, Xiao Mutang watched as Annie grabbed her bag and hurried into the elevator.

Bogang ignored Pei Guofang, who was cursing loudly a few dozen meters away. He simply gripped his blade and strode toward Xiao Yunjie. With the intuition of a veteran, one glance was all it took to confirm that the person who had killed his nephew was indeed Xiao Yunjie, who lay motionless in the grass, covered in wounds.

"Everything I said is from the heart. Whether you believe me or not, I won't comment. But I can guarantee you one thing: no matter what happens in the future, I will not let you be alone," Long Shaofeng said, his face full of earnestness.

Anno lived in the opposite direction, making it inconvenient, so Luo Chao did not ask her to drive her home. Since she couldn't drive and didn't want Luo Chen to drive while exhausted, she called a designated driver.

However, after witnessing the deep love her parents held for her, she finally understood how precious family affection truly was.

Zhang Sheng went directly to the various vehicles nearby, siphoned the fuel into the Lamborghini, filled two large barrels to the brim, and then took Anyang into the car.

"Sorry, I made a mistake. She’s angry at me; please don't take it seriously." Of course, he didn't agree to this charade without another motive; he was laying the groundwork for their divorce.

Along the way, Yu Zi did not see a single corpse, nor were there any signs of a struggle. It seemed the rangers and their families had long since moved away.

Li He turned back and blinked his swollen eyes at her. Feeling his vision swim, he silently waved his hand.

Perhaps Yu Zi’s gaze was too intense, for the Crown Prince of Qi turned around and met her eyes.

Then, Elder Li heard what the poison master from the Southern Border had said and immediately called General Wang over to whisper to him.

The healthy brothers, having finished one steamed bun and now fighting over the last one, sipped their cold milkshakes and felt the warmth of the vibrant midsummer sun, thinking optimistically.

The decline of two of the main trades in the Garden of Mysteries had led to a slump in many related industries. However, as the power of the Spirit Soul Clan became more widespread, many who had previously given up on combat to go into business—believing their chances of reaching the pinnacle of strength were slim—began to return to the battlefield.

"Since you’ve met He Ping and know what kind of man I am, I won’t waste your time! I want to build a career in the Korean entertainment industry and need someone to help me. You are a veteran actor with good connections to many Korean agencies, directors, and agents. I want you to come to my company and assist me!" Wang Ming said.

But the vitality of the orcs was incredibly resilient. Many wolf-riders were still alive for a time even after being cut in two, letting out a series of shrill, agonizing screams.

The conclusion was clear: the man in black belonged to the Green Faction. The Green Faction needed him to succeed in his mission and then die.

The more Wei Wuji acted this way, the more Ling Juetian felt that the benefits this time would be extraordinary. He agreed immediately and took Wei Wuji into his underground secret training chamber.

As the Yellow Turban army began to enter the valley, no one noticed the faint smile that had appeared on Zhao Xiong’s pale face.

He had chosen a mathematical modeling system that used the principles of the "How is the Mountain of Tai?" technique to calculate how to intercept and strike an uncertain target.

Suddenly, with a sharp "ding!", all the whistling wind in the courtyard ceased, and a faint ringing sound seemed to linger in everyone's ears.

Chen Xiang ignored her entirely, and paid no heed to who this so-called "founder of the nation" might be, simply continuing to do what she had to do.