Volume One, Chapter 41: Give Me an Explanation

Upon hearing this bid, the crowd turned their heads in unison. Seeing it was Chu Lingtian, they were stunned.

"Is this kid crazy?"
"Is he intentionally locking horns with Young Master Zhao?"
"How does he dare?"

Zhao Wu clearly needed this last bottle of Gu Yuan Dan, yet this man had to stick his nose in; if this wasn't looking for trouble, what was?

"Chu Lingtian, are you really set on messing with me?" Zhao Wu looked over from a distance, his eyes so dark and murderous they could kill. "5.5 billion."

Despite his inner rage, Zhao Wu feared losing the item to Chu Lingtian if he didn't keep up, so he quickly raised the price.

"6 billion!" Chu Lingtian declared.
"6.5 billion!" Zhao Wu's expression grew even more somber.

***

The wailing did not cease. I leaned toward their direction and saw that a deep hole had appeared beneath the couch where the two men stood, with a flight of vertical stone steps extending downward. My actions were merely for self-preservation; as for the fate of others, what did that have to do with me? I had done all I could for him, and perhaps, aside from that zither, he no longer needed me.

A gaunt man with a pockmarked face barked coldly, raising the whip in his hand and lashing it across the burly man’s face, leaving a shocking, bloody welt.

Just as he was hesitating over whether to call High Official Zhao to test the waters, the official called him instead. Zhang Cong served as the Surveillance Commissioner of Shandong; in history, he rose to the rank of Senior Grand Secretary, was granted the title of Grand Preceptor of the Heir Apparent, and was posthumously honored as Grand Preceptor.

***

Although they did not know what the visitors were doing there, and Shrek Academy was poor, there was no reason to drive people away.

"Sir, what would you two like to drink?" The waiter walked over to ask less than half a minute after they sat down.

He held a printed whistleblower letter; the original sender had likely sent an electronic copy. Bai Yongyi took it and read it, his pupils constricting, his heart tightening.

It was strange—upon hearing those lyrics being sung, Lu Kun’s first thought wasn't to be moved, but rather a desire to warn the pedants on the internet of the future.

Then, Yu Manman pointed out some specific problems with the team members and offered several suggestions.

There were a few special-admission students in the class, mostly from ordinary backgrounds, who knew how to identify non-toxic mushrooms and went along with them.

Because the team from Tiancheng University of Technology consisted entirely of substitutes, they were all full of stamina and defended with exceptional vigor.

On the Du family’s side, Old Master Zhen’s leg pain had flared up these past few days. Being elderly, he didn't come, so he let the second and third branches attend together.

For every medicinal ingredient, there was a precise quantity for when and how much to add; even a little too much or too little would not do.

Xia Ling was not illiterate; she had even attended high school. After being trained and brainwashed by Feng Xiaolian for so many years, she had unknowingly turned into this state.

These matters among the elders were not meant for Du Yunluo to know, but news leaked out. After hearing her sisters’ words, Du Yunluo, displeased by the identity of the Dingyuan Marquis Mansion as soldiers who risked their lives in battle, rushed to Lianfu Garden and caused a scene.

"Snap!" Another whip fell. "You can try me and see if I'm joking!" Seeing Geng Haoshi turn to speak to others while she was talking to him, Yu Manman’s anger surged.

"Who cares about those old stories?" Yuan Chi felt sickened by it, too. It wasn't that he thought the past didn't matter, but he simply didn't want to hear anyone bring it up again.

Just as Li Qiuyue was about to find Zhang Guodong, the gatekeeper came to tell her that Li Dashan was there to see her. With no other choice, Li Qiuyue had to leave the factory to meet him.

At that moment, Nan Binghuai’s figure was standing inside the kitchen door frame. Their gazes met, with no other choice but to intertwine.

Qiu felt a sharp jab in her lower back. Angry, she turned around, only to realize it was Liu Jun.

Without waiting for Temujin to speak, he stepped forward, reached the person in the black robe, and reached out to pull her.

I frowned at this scene, unable to guess what kind of feelings she truly held for Jiang Yi.

Su Xiangyue rubbed her sore shoulders. Looking at her husband's beloved car, now riddled with holes, she couldn't help but shed tears of regret.

***

Shouldn't a ferocious "person" have jumped out, shouted "Who goes there?", demanded their intent, let out a wild laugh, and then unleashed a powerful ultimate move, leading to a fight?

Once Li Mengmeng uttered those words, she felt utterly ashamed and buried her head deep.

Yang Lanting had no choice but to stop and look around for a rag, but the nursing station had no such supplies.

After connecting to the signal from the Mosman border defense, Zhou Na suppressed her trembling voice and called out again and again.

If Kuangce did not agree, not only would their twenty-plus years of hard work go to waste, but their lives would essentially be over; they would never have such a good opportunity again. Thus, unwilling to give up, they had no choice but to take the initiative to seek cooperation with Kuangce.

Seeing this, Yun Su couldn't help but smile. It seemed that the Flood Dragon must be the hegemon of this place. With it shielding him, he figured there would be no danger.

He hadn't heard any news of the Songyin Sect since leaving the cave of the Heavenly Silkworm Master. Now, with the Spirit Realm Assembly imminent, the appearance of the sect members made him worry they would use the opportunity to stir up trouble. He wanted to pry open their mouths to see what they knew.

The crowd felt a blur flash before their eyes, and then, the black light, carrying immense power, smashed fiercely into the red glow.

It could be said that she got this role because Yuri had always kept up with diving and fitness.

Shang Zhu didn't care; he was used to drinking the water from his master’s space and rarely took a sip of the water outside.

The others laughed, but Meizi was a bit worried; having heard what others said, she didn't want to make things difficult for Zhou Li.

It was empty inside. Several yards ahead, layers of light gauze curtains hung like a waterfall, blocking his vision and severing his spiritual sense.

"A fourth-rank powerhouse indeed! Such energy between heaven and earth—even a low-fourth-rank expert would surely be killed! Ye Feng is truly remarkable!" Sword Spirit Zi chased after him, intent on blocking his path; otherwise, he would certainly die.

People had always stood in awe of ghosts and gods. Hearing Yuanxi say this, they stopped in their tracks, knelt, and bowed to him one after another.

He knelt on the floor, his consciousness beginning to swirl, and the last thing he remembered was the fragrance on his handkerchief.

Daoist Li looked toward the mountain; half of it was covered by hundreds of dark clouds, blotting out the sky as if a heavy storm were about to descend.

Damn it, is this stuff even fit for human consumption? Yet this very thing was sold at a high price, unaffordable for ordinary people, and it was quite popular locally.