Chapter 55: The Spurned Lu Hongzhao

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Glancing at the three recently battered clones, their injuries were not too severe; they had merely been knocked down by the force of the black rod and, unable to control their chakra, could not maintain their molten release technique. Fortunately, Xin Zhen and Ren swiftly appeared from above to save them.

While enjoying the moment, Su Ming’s foremost concern remained when Lin Yingzhu would make her entrance. As a guest, Lin Yingzhu was sure to appear either midway or as the finale.

The customary shurikens mixed with clusters of kunai came flying. However, such tactics were far too primitive; a chakra shield instantaneously formed, blocking all attacks without causing the slightest tremor to Shuimu.

A solid, unyielding hot pot—Qin Yan’s coordination in defense was flawless this time. Had he been a moment slower, this shot would have scored.

Though one could open the courtyard gate with just a thought, opening it personally conveyed a greater respect for the visitor.

“What’s wrong? Haven’t you finished your inspection? Why are you still looking for acquaintances in the hospital?” Su Ming on the other line was momentarily puzzled, unable to grasp what Cheng Ruofeng meant.

It could be said that now, whatever Wang Yue wished to do to Shao Ye, he could do it at will; all rested on Xiao Chuan’s single thought.

The young man gritted his teeth, lowering his head in silence. He had been confident at the start, but rebuilding a ninja village from scratch was hardly easy, especially without funds.

“One, increased storage space; two, reduced death penalty; three, more rewards for gene replication; four, lifted restrictions on transformation; five, upgraded lottery prizes; six, expanded functions for external gaming devices; seven, much of the advanced technology from films can be brought into reality,” Shi Tou enumerated one by one.

Knowing such possibilities and still proceeding with this was naturally because, compared to focusing on infinite space, Kikyo’s ascension of the taboo during the festival’s concluding moments—when positive emotions were at their peak—was more crucial.

Zhu Boyun felt somewhat disheartened. Although those he trained had reached positions, their mindset had not met standards. He never expected Leng Yuansheng, who usually showed great resolve before him, to be so fragile—retreating before others even made a move.

After two seconds, the ECG readings returned to normal and steady. Her husband’s large hand fell limply by the bedside.

Like a gentleman, he bowed slightly, the angle and posture flawless as if forged through countless trials, appearing soothing and pleasing to the eye.

Mi Xianger understood well… if it were for Yun Erjie’s own matters, she might not even have sought out Tong Che.

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“Today has already been reported, and I have made arrangements. Comrade Ouyang Lanlan’s accommodation is within the government’s second compound, but Jia Qing has yet to be assigned and is temporarily staying at the provincial guesthouse!” Tang Dawei said with a respectful expression.

In truth, this was not a lie. Indeed, a senior student planning to pursue graduate studies had taken an interest in his lab. However, he had already declined before.

Zhao Xinglu’s family background was modest, but having spent years with an older man who supported her, she had acquired many luxury goods.

Qiu Lizhen glanced toward Li Jiayu while they discussed official matters. Li Jiayu shook her head with a smile. Qiu Lizhen felt somewhat reassured.

A mere ant from the mundane world, without any foundation in the cultivation realm—where would such a person obtain large quantities of materials?

The commentator’s passionate voice was transmitted live and translated into various languages, entering the minds of everyone watching the broadcast. All eyes fixed on the fiercest points of resistance, eager, as the commentator said, to discover the identity of the formidable force shaking the world to its core.

Yun Shan had never been pregnant and was not very knowledgeable on many matters, so she asked childishly.

Had Lan Yucheng come alone to seek an audience, the old Lord Jiang would hardly have killed him but would never have permitted him to set foot in the Weiwuhou Mansion. If the old lord met Lan Yucheng today, it was more accurate to say he wished to see Mr. Jiang, who stood behind Lan.

On the phone, his immediate superior’s tone was nowhere near as gentle as the conversation between Li Sheng and his leader.

Such a smile was one few had ever seen—infused with an exquisite tenderness to the utmost degree.

Ran Qing shook her head. Her current appearance was vastly different from before. Seeing Qin Haorui as he was now, she felt that would be her future self. Since her fate was fixed, why trouble Xianger’s emotions with such fluctuations?

With Grandma Liu’s personal comfort, Nalan Yanran gradually dispelled her sorrow and felt much better.

“Of course, that’s how it is.” Lan Mu lied effortlessly, speaking smoothly without needing a script.

Ran Qing凝 gazed at his figure, always fond of white garments. No one in the world could embody the purity of white as he did. She had always felt he resembled a banished immortal—gentle and kind as pear blossoms. Yet now his silhouette seemed so desolate and solitary, stirring a pang of sorrow in her heart.

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Mu Yunxin obediently sat up straight again. No food meant no food. It could only be this way. What else could be done?

Ye Guyuan completely ignored her act, immersed in his own fantasies, moving freely to the very end.

Standing on the altar, Tornis observed the two different elemental magics in Wang Ping’s hands. First puzzled, then her flame-lit pupils suddenly contracted sharply. A wave of shock—unseen before—flashed across her eyes.

A respectable corporate boss—was it necessary for him to act so ingratiatingly before her?

Zhang Li felt uneasy hearing Meng Yao’s words. Just as he was about to respond, Liu Yu entered the ward carrying two boxes of calcium supplements.

They looked at the grave; nothing unusual appeared, as if the great emperor of the Yang family had personally piled the earth handful by handful.

Jiang Haoyu brought her a glass of lemon water, took red tea for himself, and sat opposite her at the table.

Thus, the porcelain doll squared her stance and charged at Meow Nine, who rose to his feet and assumed a stance far steadier than on the first day.

Two Elric metal weapons bore pressures today that no other weapons could endure in a lifetime.

Lowering her head to look at the ground, Yue Qingya seemed thoughtful. She roughly understood what Dias meant—carrying the power of light so pure, only the mysterious figure resembling the arbiter who had broken in could possess such brilliance.