Volume One, Chapter 63: Returning the Remittance Slip

"Ten thousand?" Master Yuan was incredulous, pointing at her as if to say something, but in the end, he simply flung his sleeve and walked away.

"Fine, then—I can’t manage this family anymore. Let Yuan Jianghe take over!"

At least in her mind, there was nothing that needed to be concealed, not when it came to her steadfast sisterhood with Xu Wei.

"Roar!" As the host’s words fell, the crowd below erupted in shrill screams, even more frenzied than before.

This was his signature move, his own original creation, named after himself. It was said that he would only ever unleash one strike.

From now on, Lin Pingsheng would personally pick her up after school every day. If she wanted to be alone with Yuzi again, it was impossible. For this reason alone, she no longer wished to speak to her cousin.

Yang Tianzhao felt a chill shoot up from his tailbone to the crown of his head, his whole body breaking out in goosebumps.

Unfortunately, there was no preview image to show what the base vehicle would look like after transformation, and Jiang Liushi had no way of knowing if his guess was correct.

Just then, the bus suddenly swung to the side, and Li Silver Spear’s fist missed Jiang Liushi, landing hard on the body of the vehicle instead.

Dozens of scattered zombies were immediately drawn toward the base vehicle, but they were unable to break through its exterior. They could only howl and batter against it, only to be quickly dispatched by Zhang Hai and Sun Kun through the window gaps.

The Ancient Lord held the highest cultivation in the Three Realms, yet once he entered the Holy Realm, he became the lowest existence. The Holy Emperor ranked just below the Holy Sage, and creating a new world was utterly simple for him.

Watching the eagle decisively execute all five, Ye Fei turned away from the locker room without even glancing at them.

"Finding Young Master Hunyuan is easy, but we can’t help him. It’s best not to disturb him," Dongfang Huaizhu said, lifting her gaze toward the receding storm clouds.

Bai Yu knew he was injured. The intense pain left him no time to think, nor to check how serious his wounds were—only the searing, soul-wrenching pain spreading throughout his entire body.

"This is a naturally formed hot spring, full of spiritual energy. Go in and soak, it’ll drive away the chill," Lou Junyao said, guiding her forward.

So, facing Arsenal, Benitez’s goal was victory. Otherwise, he might find himself trailing by more than ten places before Christmas.

That night, he stood outside all night, only returning to his room when the horizon began to pale with dawn, dragging his stiff, numb body behind him.

There were over three hundred combat-type espers gathered from all over by the China Mainland Bureau of Supernatural Affairs, marching in grand formation toward Tongling City.

On the muddy road, refugees hurried past with their families in tow, fear for the future etched on their faces.

Meanwhile, Helena Campbell snatched the frying pan from Gaofeng’s hand and flashed a look that seemed to say, “I’ll cook for you next.”

A gentleman’s revenge is never too late, even after ten years. Shangguan Wan, you just wait. As long as I, Mu Rongrong, still draw breath, I’ll make sure you can neither live nor die.

Li Qinghou smiled at the corners of his mouth. Zheng Yuandong shrugged helplessly. The four peak lords immediately realized what had happened and smiled bitterly. The lord of Sunset Peak gritted his teeth and glared furiously at his disciple.

But here, it’s not just the words “Tourists Keep Out.” Beyond those four characters, someone is always watching, never missing a day, until the entire scenic spot has cleared out. Only then does the “gatekeeper” leave.

That’s just foolish—like selling your own printing press. What will you do for money in the future?