Chapter 39: Revealing the Truth About One’s Origins

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If Lu Qianjin had not had a village party secretary for a father, he would probably have been executed countless times by now.

Xie Jinyu disliked Lu Qianjin intensely, but back in Leap Forward Village, Lu Qianjin had the village party secretary to protect him.

Now that they were on Endless Island, Lu Qianjin had Lu Weihua backing him as well.

Even though Xie Jinyu hated Lu Qianjin so much that he wanted to kill him, outwardly he could only pretend to be amicable.

“Lu Qianjin, is Chen Wanru coming to join you at the army base too?”

An Sheng shook his head in bewilderment, surveying those familiar faces that now seemed utterly strange. It all felt like a dream.

With that, he led Du Fan into the VIP elevator and headed straight for the president’s office on the top floor.

Gu Qingci nodded, then tucked the challenge letter into his robes. Holding up an oiled-paper umbrella, he slowly walked forward, brushing past Uncle Yi, with Liu Yiqing following close behind.

To Gu Qingci’s great astonishment, Li Pingyang actually led them into a secret chamber. After winding through it for several turns, they finally met Li Dongwu.

But those familiar expressions and familiar movements were utterly disheartening. Tian Xifa raised the torch in his hand and waved it at everyone for the third time, shaking his head.

With a sigh, whether because the truth was too cruel or because she was unwilling to face it, her expression once again turned icy.

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This time, even the normally stern Liu Yunxiu and the old grandmaster of the Seven Elegance Workshop could not help laughing.

Moreover, he was worried that if he placed it too far away, the demon beasts might ignore it, so he suspended the formation disk in the center.

Only Suyi was an exception. He liked Suyi, but toward everyone else he simply turned away and ignored them. Ironically, this very behavior made the disciples of the Seven Elegance Workshop all the more fond of teasing him.

Lin Miao picked up the second kind. As before, she first let Mengzha smell it to see how he reacted, then poured it over him.

Seeing that three portions of the medicinal ingredients taken out earlier remained, she found them difficult to divide. Bingyue took out enough ingredients for another fifth-grade Spirit-Replenishing Pill and combined them with the leftovers, making four portions in all. She divided them equally between the two of them, thereby settling the debt incurred today when she had received their guidance on how to ignite earthfire.

“Peak Master, which group would be most appropriate for Junior Sister Yue to join?” Seeing that neither group wished to miss the chance to watch Bingyue refine pills, Xu Zuoqing, an administrator of Pill Peak’s inner sect, felt a headache coming on and appealed directly to the peak master.

A chill rose in my heart. Song Lingjian’s arrow had transformed into a wooden needle that wandered through Zhao Ni’s body, stabbing into his flesh and bones with every movement he made. What kind of agony must that have been?

At the beginning of the new year, after Chen Ze had spent New Year’s Eve with Hao Chan and his grandparents, he immediately returned to the ranch estate.

He had thought victory was already in his grasp, yet now he had been defeated utterly. His eyes bulged with fury, and he felt as though he could not bring out any strength at all—as if his most powerful punch had not struck Lin Han but had landed on cotton instead.

Lin Han snorted coldly, a thread of icy intent radiating from his body. The several police officers were merely ordinary people; how could they withstand a martial artist’s pressure?

No matter where such a thing happened—at school, at work—anywhere there were people, it was probably impossible to avoid, wasn’t it?

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I widened my eyes and turned to look at Yan Cuo. Could this be the reason the person who had harmed him had done so?

More than a dozen silver needles, like the coldest hidden weapons, shot viciously into Liu Wei’s back with explosive cracks as they tore through the air.

A middle-aged man in his thirties wore a green military overcoat, with padded trousers beneath it.

After leaving the cave dwelling in the rear mountains, Lu Yuanshan summoned his flying sword and flew toward the sect’s main hall.

But without spiritual energy, Master Mo was no match for the robust Wang Yong. Not only did Wang Yong beat him unconscious, he also broke his left hand.

As he spoke, Chieftain Shandia placed the wolf-head hat symbolizing the chieftain’s authority onto Weibo’s head.

All of this went without saying. Anything meant to look antique had to contain these elements; omit even one step, and it would not do.

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