Chapter 41: The Prince's Fury (Seeking Monthly Votes)

Ling Xuan’s expression remained composed as he fell into deep thought. He knew that his opponent’s true strength was far beyond that of a mid-stage Fourth Realm cultivator. He realized that his previous success in severely wounding Wang Hao with a single punch had relied on catching Wang Hao off guard, capitalizing on the latter’s arrogance and a significant advantage in speed.

As Wang Xingxin stuffed another gold ingot into the courtesan’s bodice, she leaned half her body entirely against him.

In life, one survives whether one struggles or retreats. Perhaps the greatest challenge is how to choose: should one forge ahead through the torrent, determined to make the world know one’s name, or live like a solitary crane, leisurely picking chrysanthemums beneath the eastern mountains?

When the man entered the room, the music ceased abruptly. The famous beauties dancing stopped instantly, and the guests engaged in conversation fell silent. Simultaneously, they all prostrated themselves on the floor, bowing toward the man.

At first, Murong Yiyi’s lips curled slightly, but then her expression turned bitter—a bitterness beyond words, subtle and nearly imperceptible.

Ling Xuan slowly withdrew his palm from the light barrier. The disciple’s pupils constricted slightly; he did not understand Ling Xuan’s intent, but he felt a sense of foreboding.

"That is a long story, but once we see Lian Haiping, everything will come to light." Cui Jun believed that Katherine had a profound connection to Lian Hua, though his words failed to convince Li Xingong.

Although the allowance of three-star cards in this competition was advantageous for Chu Yun, his opponent, the instructor, did not seem weak.

After obtaining this technique, Lian Haiping had not yet found the time to practice it. Now, he took it out and crushed it between his fingers. It transformed into specks of crystalline light that merged into his consciousness, making the unique theories and cultivation steps of this spatial art instantly clear.

A year later, the Zhang and Lian families had become bitter enemies; they would not even speak if they happened to pass each other on the street.

Ye Zhenzhen glared at him to no avail, so she gave up and focused on tutoring Ye Tianyou’s homework.

She must have been subjected to constant harassment. It would be a wonder if she didn’t grow to detest men, given how often people would say things like, "Du Xiaoxiao, spend the night with me and I’ll give you 100,000 spirit coupons." My intrusion into her dormitory only deepened her resentment toward me.

He gently held her, tenderly interrupting her words, "Qing’er, it is enough that you are safe." He paused, speaking as if he had just survived a catastrophe, "It is fortunate I misunderstood, otherwise..." He did not know what the 'otherwise' might have been; all he knew was that her safety was all that mattered.

He had reported his actions to no one and mentioned them to no one around him, maintaining the utmost secrecy to ensure the safety of those close to him.

"Why does the Empress protect her?" The Third Prince could not fathom why someone like her should be kept alive. Was she not merely a blight?

The sheepdog lolled its tongue, eyes bulging as it scanned the faces of those present, sitting on the ground and watching curiously, as if asking, "Are you finished yet? Can we go? Please take them to dinner; I am hungry."

Yet, he had never imagined that the promiscuous social butterfly of rumor was actually such a pure-hearted middle schooler.

A sense of unease rose in Ji Canglan’s heart. He narrowed his eyes slightly and gripped Lin Jiangluo’s wrist tightly.

Su Ruchu’s words were plain, yet Tang Huiyun’s face turned deathly pale with rage, her fingers trembling.

As he spoke, Qin Dalong attempted to walk out, only to find himself blocked by four burly men standing at the doorway, leaving him unable to move.

Xiezi glared at Youhu and Liu Fei, walked a few steps, then suddenly turned back to give each of them a hug before departing.

Lang Tianya nodded upon hearing this, then suddenly realized nodding was useless, so he held his palm out toward the giant before him.

Relying on this money and top-tier cultivation methods, Gao Zhanhun not only paid off his debts but also re-established his company, returning to a life of ease.

Yu Qianhua hung up on Feng Juan, bowed her head in thought for a moment, and dialed another number.

He had not expected Lian Chun to be a member of a gang. With no time to think, he turned back to look, but found nothing unusual.

"Heh, I will pay Elder Xie a visit when I have the time." Liu Qifei spoke of Elder Xie with a look of reverence. It could be said that if not for Xie Zhentian’s favor, this director’s position would never have fallen to him.

Zhao Jianghe had met with trouble in her bar, and she had to provide an explanation; she could not afford to offend him.

Fan Xun grew even more puzzled. Could the legacy left behind by an immortal really be nothing more than this?

The lead police officer looked at Feng Ding with a sneer. The most pathetic people were those who could not see the reality of their situation, and he waved his hand.

Just then, a man drew a soft sword from his belt and joined the fray from the flank, coordinating with the man who had iron claws strapped to his hands. Every strike aimed for Liu Fei’s heart, and each time, Liu Fei seemed to dodge by a hair’s breadth, caught in grave danger.

Why present such a vivid and prominent image to the world? Could it be to hide something else?

I had already noticed this situation; when we landed on the island, my compass had already deflected. It seems a meteorite truly fell here long ago—a rare, iron-rich meteorite at that.

"Captain Cao, in your plan, if we do not find the missing ship at the location Professor Lu marked for the Dongxing, what is the next step?" I inhaled the damp sea breeze deeply and pressed Captain Cao for an answer.

"Deputy Captain of the Municipal Criminal Police Brigade, Cao Chengyong." Strangely, even though Dajiang knew Cao Chengyong had been promoted to the municipal bureau, he was still used to calling him by his old title. It seemed that only by doing so could he maintain some peace of mind.