Volume 1, Chapter 67: I Am the Capital Tycoon 21

Although Lin Feng’s cultivation level was not as strong as that person in the Nüwa Palace, in terms of seniority, Lin Feng was the senior brother of that person in the Nüwa Palace.

As the first snowflake drifted down in the northern part of the continent, the Great Hengduan Mountains—stretching for thousands of kilometers with rolling hills, towering peaks, and secluded paths—shed their verdant green attire and donned a plain, white outfit.

However, that was not the main point right now. Seeing that Lu Yan had finally finished washing up, Ye Yao walked over. Under Lu Yan’s fierce glare, Ye Yao felt somewhat timid, but at least he did not experience that trembling fear in his legs as he did when facing Xu Moshen’s cold expression.

Xu Moshen sat in the back of the car, his hands still tightly gripping Tong Lexi, refusing to let go. Jiang Li acted as the driver, Qin Xinyu sat quietly in the front passenger seat, and Tong Lexi was still struggling fiercely against Xu Moshen’s grasp.

"Is something the matter?" Lin Yu asked. The Sixth Elder had said that this voice-transmission box was only a beta version and was quite unstable, and there was no telling when the connection might drop. Therefore, Lin Yu felt that small talk could wait until official business was handled.

Ye Qian put his rifle back into its holster, slung it behind his back, and honestly speaking, he did not even know where they were heading at the moment.

Fortunately, Violet, acting as the regent, continued the policies of the previous emperor, promoting peaceful diplomacy and emphasizing economic development, unlike Lina's eldest brother Horus, who pursued outward armed expansion.

Li Shan helped Qian Chuan up and felt a wave of guilt upon seeing that he had at least thirty to forty wounds on his body, from which fresh blood was still gushing out.

One must know that among the thousands of inner sect disciples, who didn't show him the utmost respect except for a handful?

A turbulent storm raged within the middle-aged man's heart. He had never seen anyone so audacious as to dare snatch items right out of his hands!

"We won't use leverage this time. There's not enough time, acquiring about one hundred billion RMB worth is sufficient!" Liishan thought for a moment and said.

The housekeeper was still dressed very neatly, yet his feet were suspended fifty centimeters off the ground with a rope around his neck, looking exactly like the second illustration in the "Death Manual." However, the skin on the housekeeper's face was withered and dull, devoid of luster, and covered in livid spots. Clearly, he had been dead for more than ten days, or even longer.

"I understand. You are so perfect that you demand your husband must be a virgin, and his first love must be you, right?" Before Kindaichi could finish speaking, a heavy blow landed on his head from Yang Ling.

Just a single move caused Sarutobi Sasuke to suffer a backlash and even lose an arm?!

Heaven and earth be witness, Li Xiao had originally only intended to ask for five thousand yuan. Good grief, as expected of a city person, completely disregarding money like this.

"You can't quite put it that way either. Their bodies are still the bodies from over a thousand years ago, and their souls are still those same souls," Jiang Hao said with profound mystery.

Tantai Feifeng was a bit impatient. Although she was a human empress, she had only reigned for a few thousand years, and her burning passion was solely to assist her sovereign in expanding the territory as soon as possible.

When he jumped up for the last time, preparing to forcefully break into the third floor, a huge palm suddenly shattered the wall, descending from high above, and slapped him directly on the head.

He had lied just now, but thinking that he was protected by the Heavenly Dao's purple aura—which by now had transformed his Heavenly Dao Creation Body just like the aura of creation—logically speaking, no one should be able to calculate or divine his whereabouts.

The more he thought about it, the paler his face became. The doorman immediately found the manager and asked for sick leave to go home, not even caring if he lost his job.

Although there was spiritual Qi in the mountain stream, it was not as beneficial as helping its master. To put it simply, absorbing the spiritual Qi from the mountain stream for ten days was not as effective for increasing its own spiritual power as brewing a jar of spirit stone water.

During the months following Lance, they had never run out of delicious food, and likewise, their strength had made significant progress. From easy to profound, Lance had taught everyone many practical skills, covering almost every aspect.

Before Fang Mu could open his mouth to stop them, the nine girls, led by a self-confident Honoka, had already left the activity room.

What Szayelaporro held in his hand was a fragment of blood-stained leather armor. The edges of the fragment were smooth and clean, as if sliced by some sharp weapon. The blood stains on it were presumably dripped at that moment.

Though the words were soft, everyone present had sharp ears and bright eyes. Hearing this, their gazes flickered as they caught the chilling intent to kill radiating from Xiao Wufeng.

"Patriarch, your intelligence is correct. The demons have indeed dispatched a master this time," said the Second Elder of the Ling family.

After all, even Furuko Nagisa, who was closest to Fuko, had forgotten most things about Fuko.

Do not flaunt your wealth, let alone in a crowded and complex place like a restaurant. Neither Ling Yan nor Xie Huahua looked particularly burly, so naturally, they attracted the malicious intentions of certain people.

"Is this considered leaving a way out for the Xie family?" After figuring out the crux of the matter, Lin An smiled bitterly again and again, yet felt entirely helpless.

Upon close observation, the spiritual Qi inside his body and the spiritual Qi within the orb of light had slight differences in color. Once the pure white spiritual Qi was transformed, it quickly turned into a light red color similar to the spiritual Qi within his body.

Unlike the purple-robed Taoist whose presence shook people's minds, the old monk's voice was very peaceful, exuding a detached indifference to worldly affairs and a compassionate heart that pitied all living beings.

Above a nameless valley, watching the mountains beneath his feet gradually sink and descend slowly like a cloud ladder, watching everything around him collapse, and watching countless black meteorites crash onto the earth stirring up waves of fire, the Black Wind Cat God could not help feeling a sense of emotion.

"This nine-square grid is probably the opening mechanism for the door," Zhuge Chanjuan pointed to the nine protrusions on the door.

The aura of Wu Yinkun that I saw was black, black to the point of being dark purple, and I saw that mass of black aura lingering above her head. Her hooked nose and upturned chin formed a crescent curve in the lines of her face. I looked at her eyes, which were smiling constantly under the moonlight, and asked her.

Li Jinglong could not be bothered with Zhang Xingxia, turning his gaze instead to He Qi, the Master of Sword-Recording Peak who was responsible for recording the roster of disciples.

So that was it. It truly was a fine place for cultivation. Lin Feng himself could not help wanting to sit cross-legged and comprehend the Way of Water, but he forcefully suppressed the urge. This was the fourth floor; what kind of gains would there be if he reached the fifth floor?