Chapter 59: Revealing One's Origins

Gu Yi did not care about flames of this temperature at all. A brilliant layer of light enveloped the outer perimeter of his body—a protective barrier formed by the power of water spirits. Unless subjected to temperatures reaching tens of thousands of degrees, melting this protective layer was utterly impossible.

Chen Guangrui felt profound contempt for Patriarch Bodhi's yielding words. Old man, if you do not wish to fight, then so be it.

Yet Yan Chen's behavior today was indeed rather bizarre; he was not usually like this. Could it be that he truly harbored feelings for Tang Wei?

Most importantly, Chen Yi felt that clearly, he had never laid eyes on this young woman before, yet he constantly harbored a sense of déjà vu.

The moment the Dragon God Spear collided with Qingqian, everyone expected a cataclysmic impact, but against all prevailing expectations, a sudden change occurred.

With an angry roar from Master Miaozhen, a golden palm swept down like a dark storm, its five fingers transforming into massive serpents that frenziedly lunged to devour Zhang Cheng.

In other words, his current mediocre performance meant he would ultimately fail to cross the threshold for official membership in the Dragon Flame Special Forces.

Black Rose could only feel helpless. To this day, she had yet to fathom the true identity of her opponent or the reasons behind their actions, leaving her with no choice but to answer honestly.

The Mountain of Corpses was the Underworld's Mount Kunlun, continuously supplied with primordial yin energy from the nether veins of the Underworld's earth. Upon the mountain stood Mysterious Ice Cliff, shrouded year-round in frost capable of freezing even a Great Monad Golden Immortal to death, granting the Mountain of Corpses a unique glacial yin aura exceptionally suited for the cultivation of the corporeal realm.

As for Yang Wei, there was no need for elaboration. Not a single fitness coach under his command weighed less than two hundred pounds, their bodies packed with knotted muscles and fists the size of clay cooking pots.

Yet Pingjing always sensed that his grandfather harbored a deep apprehension toward Zhang Tianyi. Otherwise, a famously decisive figure within the industry would have no reason to hesitate so profoundly this time. He pondered for a moment, then walked down the stairs as well, intending to witness firsthand what kind of man Zhang Tianyi truly was.

With an injury to his arm, Zhang Tianyi was naturally unable to pick up the guests in person. This task had to be delegated to Fatty, whom he instructed to bring the guests directly to the auction venue upon pickup. According to previous publicity, the auction was scheduled to commence at ten o'clock this morning.

Kang Fengzhi's remarks left Bureau Chief Ning secretly startled. Although he lacked expertise in culinary arts, the fact that Kang Fengzhi could instantly pinpoint flaws in these dishes suggested he was undoubtedly a connoisseur accustomed to high-end banquets.

By the following day, the entire school gathered for a general assembly. With his head wrapped in gauze, the principal announced a decision: a security guard named Wang Wannian had been dismissed.

Were all these dishes prepared by these three young girls? The more Li Xiang ate, the more amazed he felt. Without waiting for them to issue any instructions, he devoured three bowls of rice in succession, completely emptying five dishes and a large bowl of soup!

Having just been momentarily mesmerized by feminine beauty and slender legs, Lin Yuming had almost forgotten that the situation between him and Liu Mei was genuinely troublesome. On the day Liu Mei angrily slammed down the phone, Lin Yuming felt certain that this young woman would likely never pay him any attention again, prompting a brief period of self-pitying melancholy.

Yet even with his mind occupied by numerous matters, he remained unable to completely erase Liu Mei from his thoughts. While eating dinner, he still placed a call to Wu Yudai to inquire whether there had been any news of Liu Mei today.

The sky remained dim, though showing signs of gradual dawn. The "escort guards," who should have been heavily intoxicated and sleeping until mid-morning, had long since vacated their guest rooms and crept stealthily toward the earthen walls of the Gao family estate.

Possessing restless personalities by nature, they sought ways to amuse themselves within the city when idleness set in.

Yet as the blade descended to hack at the old man's head, the old man—who had been engrossed in tearing apart flesh and blood—suddenly reached out and grabbed the spirit sword's blade. The collision with the edge produced a crisp, metallic ringing sound.

Over time, this boundary zone transformed into a battleground. Some cultivators, having drunk their fill with pent-up energy to vent, would seek out duels with fellow practitioners.

Surrounded enthusiastically by dozens of diners, Hong Yu and several other patrol members felt their blood surge and their fighting spirit soar. Forming a battle formation, their gleaming weapons shone like stars in the nighttime, while the hot breaths exhaled from the soldiers' noses radiated intense imposing momentum.

It was a brown wooden box; judging by its texture, it possessed considerable age. The moment Jiang Han opened the box, he froze instantly, before even needing to register its contents.

Yet he was a soldier under Cheng Wu's command; he could not bear to watch him sent to prison. Thus, he had resorted to this desperate measure.

Strictly speaking, this was a space interfered with and influenced by the Star of Annihilation, making nighttime the primary theme here. Stephen needed to observe the situation after activating the farming bot system at night.

At that moment, an explosion echoed from outside, courtesy of Arno tossing a grenade toward the Japanese personnel attempting to restore electricity.

Had it not been for Gu Heng's desperate efforts to turn the tide back then, the domestic branch of the Gu family would likely have vanished from the underworld long ago.

Lacking the terrifying attacks they imagined, just as everyone suspected Chen Feng of spouting nonsense, the ground began to tremble slightly, accompanied by dull, heavy footsteps.

During ultra-large-scale teleportation by a floating city, the pressure generated by spatial jumping was immense; any floating city lacking sufficient structural integrity would instantly disintegrate into dust.

Of course, there were also two-year-old Wang Di and two-month-old infant Wang Ning. As for the rest of the children, they were all at school preparing for their final exams.

Yang Tao gently wiped away the tears from Santan's cheeks, smiled faintly, and said, "Today is a happy day. No crying, no crying."

He had originally intended to impart secret counsel to Xiao Dan tomorrow, but having written everything out clearly now, he could head straight back to the capital early the next morning. His preparations for the imperial examinations had been shelved during his days away. Now, feeling he had wandered enough, he could return and resume those endeavors.

"Nonsense! An eighty-year-old man has only death left awaiting him!" Feng Menglong struck his servant fiercely, sending him stumbling to the door with a bleeding head as he pushed it open and bolted out.

Yet faced with immense profits, Fang Jie no longer cared to analyze the details. Leaving aside tens of millions, even a few million would have been enough to captivate him—this was quite literally a pie falling from the sky.

With this thought, Hu Bin hurried away from the window, entered the living room, and gazed toward the bedroom where Song Danyang was sleeping.

Hearing this, Yang Shoucheng experienced a complex mix of joy and disappointment. His company had previously been worth nowhere near thirty million, meaning Wang Zijun's intervention constituted a massive bargain. Yet had Wang Zijun not intervened, waiting to earn enough to redeem it himself would have taken goodness knows how long. All things considered, he really ought to thank Wang Zijun.

"Time to eat! Food is served!" shouted the plump chef wearing a white toque into a tin megaphone.