This overt plot is brilliant! (Episode 2)

Previously, Song Ye had been a man of strict principles and an intensely commanding police officer. Yet now, he was actually addressing her as Master, giving Yun Ran a sudden sensation of goosebumps erupting all over her body.

Song Ye, completely unaware that his words had thoroughly shocked Yun Ran, was only wishing he could make his attitude even more respectful. The little paper figures Yun Ran had lent him were not only remarkably efficient at work, but the crucial part was that they neither ate, drank, nor slept; as long as they were coaxed a little, they would handle all the dirty and exhausting tasks willingly.

Chen Min'er's car-handling skills were slightly inferior to mine, but it did not take her long before she was driving quite smoothly.

"Whatever you like. Within four billion, whoever dares to bid, when the staff gives the second warning, you raise it by another hundred million for me," Yang Fan said with a casual and nonchalant expression.

Wang Kedan had no desire to hunt demon beasts possessing inner cores, but since the demon beast insisted on provoking them, it could only blame its own bad luck. Keeping such a hazardous threat by their side was simply too dangerous.

Wang Man chatted with Ye Lin for a bit longer, mentioning that the owner of this wilderness inn had already died in the back of the establishment. It seemed that this opponent's trap had been laid out with extreme thoroughness. After exchanging a few more polite remarks, he went outside to have someone clear away the corpse and arrange for rest quarters.

Yet I was not even the most miserable one; the most miserable was a roommate of classmate L. That roommate was someone who valued loyalty and friendship above all else, whom we shall call Z. While in class, because Z could not reconcile himself to the death of his good brother L, he spoke to Y in a rather harsh tone, which unfortunately happened to be overheard by our head teacher.

Her smooth and tender face abruptly flushed crimson. Catching the hint of provocation in Ghost Eye's words, she felt a surge of intense fury within her, yet she put on a forced, insincere smile and said,

Forget about him being unable to open it; even Long Lan herself, unless she resorted to unconventional methods, stood no chance of opening it.

Any accidents were utterly unacceptable in Summer's grand master plan. Wang Zhuo was more aware of this than any of the higher-ranking leaders of Sky Gate, for he and Summer had discussed that blueprint on multiple occasions. Sky Gate's campaigns in all directions this time were all in preparation for that ultimate, world-scale war.

The moment he heard Yu Chuxuan mention that it was a serious matter, Jiang Yuxuan also turned solemn. Jiang: "What is it? Just name it, Brother Xuan."

With a flick of Fan Xian's sleeve, Song Zheng instantly transformed into a golden streak of light that shot into the sleeve. Then, with a shift of his stride, Fan Xian took a single step forward and appeared right upon the arena of the sparring tournament.

Yet facing the strike of the Metal Supreme, it was merely the posture of feeble dogs and chickens, utterly incapable of resisting the purge. From the military down to local authorities, batch after batch of metal lifeforms were replaced. Meanwhile, those opposition factions that had once suffered under the strikes of the Metal Clan instead returned to the establishment, carrying out an even more ruthless and vindictive purge of the Metal Clan.

For this was a thousand-meter ice peak with the greater part of its mountain body blanketed in glacial ice—a peerless marvel, a miracle among miracles in this world.

The park under the night veil was brilliantly illuminated by the lanterns of the Lantern Festival. Pedestrians pressed shoulder to shoulder, various festive activities could be seen everywhere, and the atmosphere was extraordinarily lively, with song and dance performances taking place on an open-air stage.

The person everyone referred to as Old Wang's son was none other than that young man, Wang Zilu! Although the name sounded pleasant enough, he was ultimately just another spoiled second-generation rich kid.

Tutaibeng leaped forward with all his might, causing the earth itself to tremble, yet his speed was not the slightest bit inferior to his opponent's.

This was the exact opportunity. Shen Cong had experience with rifle shooting; although he was not proficient, the falcon was close enough for him to aim and strike steadily.

Could the Crystal Soul really be that elusive? Why could Puer break through so easily, while Master could not do so no matter what? Did this have anything to do with a person's innate talent?

The gravel suspended in the air, the fluttering robes, and the blood-stained strands of hair slowly painted a tranquil grey across the atmosphere.

"There's no need to blame Huey; he did very well," said the blonde mage Gaxidi instead, causing Vice President Jennifer to freeze in surprise, while Vice President Griffin over there also quietly lifted his eyes to glance at them for a moment.

Yet upon second thought, it was entirely within reason. Sects, in truth, were no different from any other organization: talent was the most crucial resource. A single exceptional disciple might elevate an unheralded, third-rate sect into a dominant power in the pugilistic world.