Volume 1, Chapter 45: Song Chuanhe's Assessment of Chen Haodong

At that moment, a sound came from the bathroom. She glanced over and saw Ji Yanchuan emerging from it.

“What’s wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?” she asked, smiling awkwardly.

“Someone asked me to give this to you.” The elderly woman pulled an envelope from her pocket, handed it to Lu An, and then left.

Yun Bai lay sobbing quietly in Qing He’s arms when Qing He’s phone rang. Seeing the number, a bad feeling crept over him.

If An Ran were nearby at this moment, all he would need to do was summon her with his inner energy, and she would surely return to his side automatically.

Back then, Ding Yue had mentioned that the Great Wilderness spanned a vast area. To leave it and gain more geographical information, the best method was to enter the Great Wilderness Sect.

As for He Dan, he remained calm, not anxious or angry. Instead, he placed one hand behind his back, freeing the other to defend against the enemy.

Chen Xi shouted desperately, but Old Du angrily struck the back of his neck. Chen Xi lost consciousness and fell silent.

As soon as the words left his mouth, the prince swung his long sword. Like a wolf king, he fixed his gaze on the charging Ku Man.

“Su Wudao, since our last battle, we have not crossed blades. Let me see what you have achieved in these three years of absence!” Su Hong’s voice, heavy with the power of a Yuan cultivation warrior, radiated an overwhelming aura.

Feeling the sharp pain and tingling sensation from the wound on his back, Yang Pan had no choice but to deactivate the thunder strike mode at Thunder Peak.

He took a quick look around the room. The forge, iron mats, ore, hammers, and various worn and intact equipment were arranged somewhat haphazardly, though it resembled a typical blacksmith’s shop. At most, the items crafted here were somewhat unusual.

Changsun Guan, battered repeatedly, could barely speak. After a breath, he opened his mouth only to spew a mouthful of fresh blood. The crimson spray stained Shen Mu’s clothes. His head lolled to the side—he was already lifeless.

“Hehe, by the way, have your wounds healed? I’ve been worried about you!” I pushed him away and looked at him.

In perfect harmony, Li Zhi and Rong Jue spoke simultaneously, their words similar but carrying vastly different meanings.

Although still unsure why the Supreme Demon Ring could not affect him much, Yang Pan had no intention of probing further—it was, after all, a fortunate circumstance.

Yang Pan tested the weapon in his hand. Though its appearance was unusual, it handled quite smoothly.

According to the description, these two archdemons were the Pride and Lust among the seven great demon kings under Harphas.

Li Huaiyu never expected his deeds to be discovered. He froze on the spot, staring at the Qingmen elder in shock. With a cold snort, the elder watched as Li Huaiyu fainted into darkness.

Everyone halted before the pile of stones—even Wang Ping, who had been incessantly chattering moments before, fell silent.

The family of three went to the hotel restaurant for breakfast. Though Su Xiyue was inwardly angry, she still feigned affection with Xie Zhengyu.

“Hahaha, such a charming scholar,” Yun Luo laughed heartily—her first genuine laugh since rescuing Xi.

As soon as these words were spoken, Yun Luo sensed his aura. The next moment, Nan Yixuan descended swiftly and landed directly in the courtyard of Guanxin Garden.

Xie Jingxi paid no mind to the comment. After all, the Zeng family was not her official in-laws but only a facade of cordiality. They understood this too; it was merely sour remarks.

Chen Yujin didn’t take long to study the situation. The chassis above the drive wheel began rotating. After spinning 180 degrees, Chen Yujin stopped and launched a shot toward the Eagle Squadron ahead.

Old Medicine Master stiffened as he met Leng Moyu’s mocking gaze. Gritting his teeth, he stubbornly replied, “Is that so? Didn’t he just recover?” Then he looked toward Mu Mu, speaking firmly.

This Earth Blade, condensed from the finest essence of the Tianwu Continent, possessed a natural sealing power.

Old Master Mu sighed deeply. It wasn’t that he intended to break up the couple, but although their union was beautiful, he had to intervene to promote a more suitable pairing.

If Yisha truly knew the origins and outcomes of everything, she would willingly seek her out. Su Yiren thought to herself, after leaving the Angel Realm, she would find a chance to inquire about the Illusory Realm’s Snow Mountain.

Earlier, Wei Yanxi had called him, mentioning the market value of the Shouyan Guyuan Pill and requesting a loan of two hundred million as startup capital.

The situation outside was complex; if Chu Lingfeng encountered trouble again, the losses would be irreparable.

Within this stretch of sand, several thousand adventurers hid. But Tang Xiao lacked the time to rescue each one. After piercing through more than a dozen whirlpools, he became a streak of lightning, racing toward the northern dunes.

Initially, the two were confused. Upon logging in, they saw that the equipment and spirit pets of the Ancestor Can Yun had all been restored to their original owners.

Chang Ji, feeling the dampness from the acupuncture on his chef’s uniform, paused briefly before pulling Chang Jue into a hug.

“As long as His Majesty agrees, what does it matter? Besides, the generals will surely be willing,” Zhou Shizheng poured her a cup of tea calmly.

Ping Fei noticed her stirring feelings but said no more. He wanted the facts to speak. He brought her to the office to meet everyone for a detailed discussion. After Ping Fei’s introduction, Ma Dong paused briefly before expressing condolences and offering assistance.

The taxi driver echoed Wang Yang’s lengthy remarks, but Tang Tang paid no heed.

Lu Junrong was certain that if these two deceased individuals were brought forth, Lu Yun would definitely yield.

Yet this old man was fishing with a thin line and no rod—a peculiarity indeed.

This man’s appearance was identical to Master Yuxiao’s, surrounded by an ethereal immortal aura—his primordial spirit.

He entrusted some company affairs to Gu Shishi and barely intervened himself.

After an unknown length of time, Cao Jianren woke slowly. Recalling previous events felt like a dream—indeed, it was a dream, for it had been nothing but a dream.

At that time, it wasn’t that she didn’t resist, but Ye Chen’s physical strength was terrifying, heavy as a mountain—impossible to move.