Volume One, Chapter Seventeen: My Love, I Have Arrived

Looking at the familiar yet strange Dharma form behind Yang Houtu, Hei Wuchang felt a pang of emotion welling up in his eyes.

Gripping the wolf-tooth club with one hand, he switched to holding it with both hands—one in front and one behind. The combined force of both hands swinging was far greater than that of a single hand; the effect was more than just a simple doubling.

Chen Yuan placed twenty-three exotic beasts, including two spiritual dragons, in the back mountain. After instructing the two spiritual dragons to lead them and strictly enforce two prohibitions, he ceased to interfere with their activities, only occasionally checking on their status.

“Oh? You think it’s imposing too? Haha! I’ve always thought so.” Ge Wuyou’s smile, so charming it could captivate a hundred beauties, often left the straightforward Yang Houtu utterly stunned.

His status was well known among these river bandits—figures respected even by the four dockmasters. Naturally, they dared not defy Qin Yuesheng’s orders.

Chen Yuan, seeing himself covered in blood after slaying the Gu Bird, couldn’t help but consider a possibility. “Um, may I ask, are you here to assist Lu Shu?” Chen Yuan asked Ying Zhao as calmly as he could.

Qin Yuesheng of the Lu family was aware that the Lu family was one of the five great clans of Qingyang City. The second young master, Lu Juncheng, was a longtime drinking and carousing companion of Qin Yuesheng. Whether at the brothel or the gambling den, the two were inseparable, meeting every time and never missing an appointment—truly brothers in revelry and nightly pleasures.

After lighting a cigarette, he lingered on the balcony for a while before looking up at the starry sky.

However, Teacher Chen was not as overrated as some claimed. He was a dedicated actor with excellent skills and strong principles.

But now, with the Ye family fallen, the Chen family stood alone and vulnerable; their downfall was only a matter of time.

“Master, my sister is in that carriage,” Gou Sheng said, stopping and retreating into the roadside woods as he spoke to Yang Xu.

Everyone was momentarily confused, unsure of what this meant. Yet when Liao Xi nodded, they could only pray and follow her instructions.

Thinking of such fine medicinal herbs, if one rushed to sell them, they would have to be sold cheaply, making little profit or even a loss.

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Though storms may lie ahead, as long as he walked alongside him, he would find boundless courage.

A neon-lit foreigner speaking flawless Chinese was one thing, but could he really imitate the heavy Northeastern accent so perfectly?

“It’s our honor to host the leader at Luming International. If there’s any oversight in our care, we sincerely hope you’ll offer valuable feedback. This is also a rare learning opportunity for us,” Mi Cai said with a smile.

Suddenly, the Demon King jade pendant on the ground flew toward Yue Meng and fastened itself around his waist. At the same time, the Demon God sword moved, hovering in the air less than half a meter from him, spinning back and forth as if observing him.

Seeing this, Dan Yun suddenly recalled that the Dan clan once had a Zhuyan fruit tree. The first year it bore fruit, it was stolen, and Dan Fengsheng died while investigating the matter. Was that tree still there?

Wu Tong’s thoughts raced, and he finally decided it was best not to linger on this issue any longer.

Guang Ling Douluo was more low-key, simply stepping forward with a faint aura of icy cold emanating from his body.

Just moments ago, she was at the company, sipping tea and chatting with her best friend, even boasting that Wei Mianji’s stock price would surely soar today.

At home, Zhao Shuhan could handle his sister however he pleased—that was the Zhao family’s business. Outside, who was this outsider to mouth off and criticize his sister?

The reporter, eager for first-hand news, adopted a somewhat aggressive stance and tone.

Chen Xinlong was the team leader, responsible for planning the work. After a moment’s thought, he began organizing the tasks.

He slept until the next day, waking to find the Gu family’s parents sitting nearby, their eyes filled with worry.

Watching time pass by in tiny increments, Lin Yuan took the opportunity, before Song Zhi returned, to approach Nian Shilan, bending down and whispering something in her ear.

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Before the drop of blood could fall, the strange beasts, once howling and barking, leapt from the tall building one by one, their targets set on Ye Tian.

Meanwhile, Xu Xiaoxuan did not hesitate to divert funds to purchase one of the buildings, nearly causing Chen Yue’s business maneuver to collapse due to lack of capital.

She had thought the other party would abandon interest in royal affairs, never expecting it to revive like a phoenix from the ashes.

“I took Senior Brother Tang Yan’s elixir and have improved a lot,” Han Mingrui smiled, though her brows remained furrowed.

After entering Qiu Ruoxi’s office, Ye Xunhuan plopped down in the chair opposite her desk and, picking up the cup from which Qiu Ruoxi had just taken a sip, drank directly from it.

This faction kept a low profile. They practiced the Buddhist path, possessed formidable strength, excelled in sorcery, and called themselves the Great Brahma Sect.

“Should I call you Xue’er or Ying’er from now on?” Zhao Feng said affectionately in Bian Xue’s ear.

They did not realize their innocent actions had triggered a cascade of butterfly effects. For example, Shen Tuqiu and six others prepared to ‘blend in’ through the southern sewer with almost no resistance.

Only because Bai Kun and his companions carried some artifact that could mask their aura did others fail to detect their cultivation levels.

Tang Ye frowned, pondering a question: if Mu Xuanji changed her face to the maid beside Murong Muyu, wouldn’t controlling the living Gu be most convenient?

Seeing someone attempt to use a cultivation technique to gain an advantage through agility, trying to break away since the obstruction had been removed for everyone, it was as if a thousand troops were crossing a single-log bridge.