Chapter Thirty-Nine: Shi Yan

Pei Qinghe observed the young master of the Shi family with a calm, discerning gaze.

He was a youth of sixteen or seventeen, with dark brows, long eyes, a straight nose, and thin lips. His frame was slender, and his complexion bore a hint of pallor.

The Shi family had few heirs; in this generation, he was the only precious descendant. This young master had been frail since childhood. Even when visiting his own grain shop, he was always accompanied by seven or eight servants.

"My sincere thanks for your assistance just now, Miss," the young master of the Shi family said, bowing in gratitude.

Pei Qinghe responded with unhurried grace.

After Shang Jingxing and his two companions had waited at the resting area for a while, they heard the voice of Lu Qingmei, filled with resentment.

Bodhi Seed stared intently at Shang Jingxing's dantian, a flash of surprise crossing his eyes. He had not deliberately probed Shang Jingxing's dantian before, and thus only now discovered this marvelous phenomenon.

Shang Jingxing found a mass of highly dense, murky energy within his dantian. This energy was distinctly different from the murky energy of the outside world; it drifted in his dantian in place of spiritual power, and could even be utilized as gray spiritual energy—a form of energy that could be replenished.

With a large number of indigenous people from the Ming Empire actively migrating, the pace of assimilation and transformation in the Tibetan and Dzungar regions had been greatly accelerated.

Ning Haidong, why have you become such a person? Is power truly so desirable that it would make you cast everything else aside?

Even in the event of an emergency, it was always the grassroots security officers who were sent to the front lines to face death; it would never be Zhang Guanglie’s turn.

At this moment, he felt somewhat fortunate to have brought Li Yingjun along. This fellow was a chatterbox; even if others were initially unwilling to pay him any mind, he would shamelessly persist until he eventually struck up a conversation. Indeed, in just a few days, he had already uncovered a lead.

A gale blew, sweeping Shang Jingxing's long, untrimmed hair behind him. He stood calmly in place, treating the giant foot as if it were nothing.

He looked down at the silver needle embedded in the clothing over his chest, which was still trembling slightly, and his expression turned extremely grim.

Liu Shiba struggled to move his head a few inches, making it easier to turn and face Qin Da’s profile.

She was just about to speak when she heard the palace gates open, and a tall, slender figure walked out slowly.

Caught red-handed gossiping about her boss, Qian Xian felt there could be no worse luck. She didn't want to change jobs just yet! Fearing to meet He Zhaolan’s gaze, she lowered her head and scurried back to her seat, hiding behind her computer as if that would make her invisible to him.

Sensing the attack, Qing Yue let out a cold, unhurried smirk. The moment the spiritual power swept toward her, she sidestepped and struck with her palm, simultaneously unleashing a wave of amber spiritual power toward Yao Yi.

"I will naturally cleanse myself as well. You go first, be good," Nan Changqing said, raising his hand to stroke the top of Qing Yue's head.

I calculated my situation: currently, I only possess one ghost seal. Although I could demand Jiang's ghost seal back from Mr. Silver, where is Jiang? Does he know about what happens within the Yellow Springs, and would he choose to cooperate?

Qian Wan’s expression shifted. Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through her shoulder, and her knees gave way, forcing her to kneel to the ground.

As soon as Kong Shen finished speaking, a thunderous drum beat echoed from the direction of the Golden Square. Twelve strikes, each one shaking the hearts of every demon in the city.

Thinking of this, Lin Youyou felt as if a fire were burning in her heart. She felt deeply aggrieved: Why! She liked him so much, yet he refused to look at her, while smiling at this mediocre, chubby girl.

After finishing her "subtle" expression of affection, Lu Qinghuan let out a lazy yawn. She lay upon him, her soft hands embracing Li Jingchen’s back.

Wei Zhedong then took an elegant sip, and Xiang Xue, with her sharp eyes, noticed that the level of wine in his glass hadn't dropped by even a millimeter.

He was Shi Tong’s brother, yet his battlefield had collapsed at the first blow, while his sister’s battlefield had withstood so many attacks—the contrast was simply too stark.