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Moreover, for many players, cosmetic skins are essentially a matter of showing off and saving face, serving as the most direct manifestation of their prowess.

Hearing the name "Niu Zhang," Ren Hongchang's face flushed a brilliant red. The matchmaker from the Gao family had originally arranged for the groom-to-be to visit the family in An City today, but the trip was delayed due to the tax-related incident. To everyone's pleasant surprise, not only did misfortune turn into a blessing, but the young man had even helped the family through their crisis. The older Mr. Ren and Ren Hongchang grew more and more fond of Niu Zhang the longer they looked at him.

Accompanied by a heavy thud of something landing on the ground, Long Xiya felt her body shudder violently, as if a faint electric current were coursing through her entire being, leaving her tingling and numb.

Samui’s cheeks flushed slightly. The ability to channel chakra into weapons with such precision was a skill possessed only by top-tier chunin, or even jonin.

By the time she reached the Patriarch Hall, the sect leader and elders had already been alerted. However, being uncertain of the current situation, they had not come over in person, choosing instead to monitor the developments within the Patriarch Hall closely with their spiritual perception.

Initially, they had considered Gu Feng's design of a one-yuan early-access level to be rather useless and chicken-rib-like. Yet, facts proved that this very one-yuan pricing strategy directly accounted for sixty percent of the game's total revenue, single-handedly propelling the game to the mythical milestone of monthly revenues exceeding one hundred million.

Many things cannot withstand close scrutiny; it feels akin to a world where the technological tree has been artificially elevated in certain aspects.

"Why are you doing this? I have an urgent matter!" Cold sweat streamed down the old man's face in his anxiety.

To be honest, that responsibility was a legacy left behind billions of years ago, involving the war between immortals and deities, and had nothing to do with anyone currently in the Taoist Palace.

"Hmph, what is there to talk about with beasts like you? It is already a massive courtesy that I am willing to speak with you at all. Let me tell you, the antidote is unnecessary, because I have already concocted it myself."

Although this series of events had not lasted very long, it was undoubtedly of the utmost value to Xue Qingcheng.

"Haha, didn't you come here for my treasure? To still ask who I am—isn't that a bit too foolish?" This time, the aged voice carried a faint trace of mockery.

Days later, Steward Wang sent word that Liu Yuanhua intended to open an independent shop and was currently looking for a suitable business partner. The shop was going to be on a large scale and would require a significant investment of silver, though the source of his funds remained a mystery and could not be traced.

Perhaps due to a shift in someone's state of mind, it seemed as though they had hardly walked any distance at all before arriving before a sprawling courtyard.

"A powerhouse of this caliber is bound to be kept in check by others of comparable strength; otherwise, wouldn't he be the absolute ruler of this Dragon God World?" Ao Tian teased.

Many intelligence agents from the four nations planted in Earth City had also passed along rumors about that supreme mirror artifact. Consequently, for a long time, the four nations dispatched numerous people to search for the treasure, only to return empty-handed.

"Elder Chen, why have you returned so early? Weren't you supposed to use silver needles on the old prime minister to clear his meridians?" Feng Wuchen asked with an expression of extreme unease. "What on earth happened? You rarely show such a look—could something major have happened?" he pressed on with a barrage of questions.

Immediately, Dark Two's expression changed. Although his own cultivation base was a notch higher than Xue Qingcheng's, he had also sustained rather heavy injuries while fighting Ao Tian. Engaging Xue Qingcheng in combat right now would undoubtedly be extremely unwise.

Seeing her walk closer until she was within arm's reach, he suddenly reached out with one arm, gently pulling her waist to draw her abruptly closer, narrowing the distance between them unawares. The next moment, he buried his face against her chest, like someone in deep sorrow seeking a measure of solace.

Having defeated Feng Qingyang and earned three hundred points, which, combined with his previous one hundred and forty points, instantly raised Mo Yi's score to four hundred and forty points, he was now infinitely close to the five-hundred-point mark.

No one could have anticipated that Shan Yifan, who had appeared so domineering just moments before, would be injured by Duan Tianyun in a single move.

"Wenwen, what on earth is the matter? What did your aunt say to you?" The louder Liu Wen sobbed, the clearer her father heard it from inside the room. Knowing how sharp-tongued and petty his sister-in-law was, and fearing that Liu Wen had been wronged by her scolding, her father kept calling out from the room.

"Gao Chao, let's put it this way: most of what was said in that expose post is true, but they left out one crucial thing," Xia Tianqing said.

"Mom!" Niu Suqin let out a hysterical shriek, rushing over to drag the old woman out of the blood pool.

To avoid making a big fuss, we dragged Xu Jingru to the open space behind the classroom building, where very few people ever came at that hour.

The crimson-red demonic astral clouds swirling around Gu Tianlai all scattered and vanished, leaving even the Breaking Army demonic star between his brows looking dim and lusterless.

"Anyway, I don't care, you aren't allowed to hit on Sister Xue." Song Meimei puffed out her cute cheeks, looking as alluring as a red apple.

"Then what exactly does this Uncle Qing of yours do?" I asked teasingly, having just heard Zhang Lanxi address that same man as "Uncle Qing."

Su Zong emerged from a crack in the rock face, walked up to the carriage to perform a Rouran bow, and then stationed himself with the other three around the four sides of the carriage.

Staring at the towering wall and the pitch-black iron gate, Wang Xiaona bit her lower lip hard. No matter how she racked her brain, she could never have imagined that gathering wild vegetables could land her the charge of speculation and profiteering. It was simply devoid of all reason and justice.

This hatred had sprung from the depths of his psyche. As the saying goes, blood is thicker than water; certain special factors inherent in family ties led him to transfer the blame for his older brother's death onto Mo Wang.

As that person's voice faded, the eyes of the many martial artists who had been cowed by Lei Yingfeng's imposing aura suddenly lit up with brilliant radiance. All of them mobilized their fierce, overwhelming pressure, crushing down like a tidal wave toward the members of the Sky-Driving Sect led by Lei Yingfeng.

"Let's take a break and talk later. People will probably be here to relieve us shortly, and Xiangling and your aunt will also be coming over with food," Uncle Liu said, thoroughly exhausted as he patted Han Tao on the shoulder and sat down.

Having resolved Consort Ning's coup and rebellion, Situ Shaogong subsequently dealt with several princes who coveted the throne. After eradicating these factions, the Nether Moon Kingdom held a grand new emperor enthronement ceremony three days later. The entire nation was engulfed in joy, with every household hanging golden silk to celebrate. The entire imperial capital was bathed in a brilliant sea of gold.