Volume 1, Chapter 39: A Knock at the Door

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The "Island Master" had numerous disciples under his command. The man in purple was like a headless fly, and the people of the Fujiwara clan were still hunting him down; in the nation of Wa, specifically Yingzhou, he no longer had any place to hide.

"You were controlled by that beam of light, but fortunately, you are now able to regain your consciousness." As Er Fen spoke, he input a program into Qin Fen.

Feng Tianliang, who was completely baffled, did not understand the meaning of their conversation, but he dared not ask further.

The old man led Qin Fen to the spot where he had just prepared to step into the alleyway. He retrieved a brick from a section of the brick wall and handed it to Qin Fen. "The treasure is inside this brick." After saying this, the old man turned and left.

If it were anyone else, perhaps they would not have been so shocked, but this Kuang Wujiang was the exception.

Seeing that the sword energy was about to strike Zheng Chen, a transparent barrier formed outside his body. With a metallic clang, the sword energy was deflected away instantly.

Many of the meditating cultivators opened their eyes, only to see countless dense purple and white specks of light emerging in the space. These specks gathered into a vast starry expanse, and a purple-white war spear abruptly appeared.

"Let me turn the page for you first!" Whoosh—suddenly, White Impermanence stomped his foot down fiercely onto A-Hua’s belly.

Su Che rode his horse, brandishing his lance. The horse-lance, weighing several dozen pounds, remained exceptionally balanced while charging on horseback.

After a long while, Xiong Dazhi left helplessly, for he knew that such matters were dangerous, could cause harm or death, and invite demonic possession; being rejected was understandable.

At this moment, she suddenly recalled the last words Ran Changle had said to her: "Take care of yourself." Her heart was filled with infinite sorrow and confusion, and she even felt a faint sense of regret.

This was the first time seeing business conducted this way. If things continued like this, wouldn't the Fish Banquet be out of business in a few days?

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Liu Peng and Niu Jingyi were close as brothers and had never liked the Qian brothers, so they seized the opportunity to smear them relentlessly.

Chen Yao pressed her slender fingers against Muyun’s lips, clinging tightly to him as she met his gaze, sensing his breath quicken.

Chen Yao gently caressed Muyun, glancing at the thousand-layer cake on the table; if they didn't eat it soon, it might not taste as good.

Jiang Ming sat on the sofa looking uneasy, his face tense as he watched Su Zhuo, who sat opposite him with a calm and indifferent expression.

After the final exams were over and the students had returned home one by one, Chunyang organized a year-end summary meeting for all the teachers in the school.

Having skillfully prepared breakfast, he served two bowls of porridge on the dining table and called Gu Ran to eat. He went to wash up himself, and by the time he finished, Gu Ran had already finished his meal.

These three were Niu Dashan’s men; since He Zhiyuan had personally brought them back, he naturally had to provide an explanation.

"If I had never been to Frost City, we might have endured that kind of life, but not now. We can't go on living like that for even a single day."

In short, she was now behaving with poise and grace, enthusiastically clutching Zhang Lei’s arm to chat, calling her "sister" with intimate affection.

When he saw the contents of the design blueprint, even the usually calm and mature Iceburg gaped in shock.

Qin Tian stood frozen in the distance, unsure whether to leave or stay. The other party’s identity was unknown, and their appearance was far too coincidental. He couldn't just blindly follow them; what if the person belonged to the Lihuo family? He would be walking straight into a trap.

Moreover, their network consisted mostly of dignitaries from these Western nations, making them perfect for handling such matters. Generally, a single phone call was all it took.

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Looking at the crowd around him, their expressions were filled with nothing but astonishment and shock. Everyone probably took Gu Feng to be a dissolute rake.

A sharp glint flashed in Ling Xiao’s eyes. He took a deep breath; it seemed this was the only way.

Not to mention others, Rulman, as a Duke of the Snow Empire, possessed vast fiefdoms and kept an unknown number of slaves from other races.

Li Tong cried out in shock. He was not surprised that Gu Feng could represent a heritage family in the Battle of the Hundred Races, as Gu Feng possessed the strength to do so.

Sherman had also learned of "Mr. Yuri’s" power and completely lowered his posture, beginning to flatter him respectfully.

Therefore, every general present understood that this military council was likely the last one for the coalition forces. After this, they would each return to their own lands. The Qin army had forced their 500,000-strong coalition to disband on their own without losing a single soldier.

"What is Kang Wei thinking about?" Chen Bo asked, glancing at me in the back seat. I didn't know what I had done wrong, but I felt his gaze was somewhat strange, like a silent warning.

Some dim, gloomy light emanated from one lantern after another, adding a touch of haziness to the night.

A warm scene appeared in my mind: a teacher and a group of students happily discussing where they were going to go, sharing snacks they had brought while chatting. It felt truly wonderful.

Situ Ling rolled her eyes in anger. A moment ago, she had admired this high technology, but now that she was trapped like a turtle in a jar, she was left only with complaints and grumbling.