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Su Yun, feeling idle, searched for Xiaobao’s whereabouts and discovered him deep in conversation with a beautiful woman, his gaze practically glued to her. As a gentleman who encourages others’ happiness, Su Yun made her way to the food area, filled a plate with desserts—every one of them exceedingly sweet. Only after coming to her senses did she realize these were He Mian’s favorites; she herself didn’t care much for sugary treats, tolerating only a few bites before losing her appetite.

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Huo Mingkun nodded and walked over, opened the car door, and activated his golden eyes. The black magnetic field was faint, lacking resentment but tinged with ghostly energy. He returned and nodded at Yaoguang.

A voice, mocking and peculiar, drifted over. The speaker’s face seemed familiar, though she couldn’t recall where she had seen him.

Fu Shizhang, in his youth, had been the leading figure in Jiangzhou’s business circle. Though retired, his presence was as formidable as ever. He sat upright, gripping his cane, and nodded in acknowledgment.

Nearby, a colossal statue of the Arhat had already been erected. Master Wuming and another martial monk, accompanied by a group of monks, were burning incense and chanting scriptures.

If they won their gamble, they would become influential figures in Donghai City; lose, and everything would be gone, perhaps burdened with immense debt.

Their forms appeared much like eagles, yet far larger, with two razor-sharp talons.

"Alright, let’s regroup later," Yaoguang said, continuing to drink with Old Man Jiang, her gaze signaling Jiang Yun and the others. The three left.

Night fell over the Sacred Family Army’s camp, a sea of white. The funeral of the Prince of Jinyang was underway. Yu Wanfeng, clad in mourning garb, looked devastated, while Cheng Jingtian, forced by Sheng Chuhan to act as a filial son, wore a vacant expression.

They ascended floor by floor, finding the first three spotless. Upon reaching the fourth, however, they sensed the presence of spirits. Following the trail, they arrived at the restroom, where activity was lively.

He glanced at Xia Zhiqiu, who was energetically punching a sandbag nearby, and couldn’t bear to let her go alone. Drawing his eyes back, he nodded firmly to Lin Xiaoyun.

"What rules? Show them to me! If you can’t, you’re just making things up. Go ahead, announce it to the whole factory!" Shang Hong was furious.

"Don’t you realize—even if you don’t need me to do this, if you want it, I’ll still give you the knife!" Hei Zi’s voice choked with emotion; the pain and trauma within him ran deeper than any physical wound.

"What’s wrong with him? Hey, does anyone know what’s happened to Young Master Kong?" someone asked in alarm.

Finally, Tian Qianqian, unable to withstand Zhang Jian’s persistent pleading, agreed, but made it clear she was only there for casual conversation and a few words of blessing, no more than five minutes.

Chen Siyu poured her a full cup of tea, but Bai Hanyan had no interest in drinking, leaning by the hot spring pool, feeling Chen Siyu’s probing gaze upon her.

Liu Chun had no energy left for sarcasm. If your elder truly cared for you, he wouldn’t bring this up—it was just stirring up trouble for the sake of it.

Shen Yun, upon hearing this, looked enlightened; she now had a clearer understanding of the divisions within the world of cultivation.

Zhou Cuilan, fuming, fell silent. As she lowered her head, a hint of joy flashed in her eyes. Hu Ge’s method was indeed effective, intimidating the old woman into compliance.

"Since you already know my identity, and I know your purpose, the matter of Duan Changge seeking you for an assassination need not be counted." Bai Hanyan worried he might still kill Duan Changge; his skills were unfathomable, and twice she had appeared without him noticing. She feared he might become a threat to Duan Changge.

Liang Zicheng looked at the shopkeeper and asked, "Do you sell the formula for the Spirit-Stabilizing Pill here?"

"Go ahead and eat—the rest is yours, I won’t fight you for it." Luo Qianqian watched Zidian’s satisfaction and felt her heart warm; this, too, was an act of kindness toward her.