Volume One, Chapter 45: Which Woman Wouldn't Desire It?

For this auction, Ye Qingcheng’s target was also brooch number 38.

In previous years, when the Ye family fell into financial distress and could barely make ends meet, the matriarch had secretly sold off various possessions to subsidize the company and family expenses.

Although this was done discreetly, there were no impenetrable walls in this world.

While she had been powerless to help when she first learned of it, her pockets were now flush with cash. Ye Qingcheng intended to buy back the token of love shared by her grandparents, presenting it as a birthday gift tomorrow to give her grandmother a pleasant surprise.

Soon, the auction commenced.

The first lot was an antique painting crafted by Master Tang.

The starting bid was five million.

After a round of fierce bidding, the final closing price reached twenty-two...

The grandmaster of the Great Snow Mountain was extraordinary after all. Following a series of overwhelming bombardments, he abruptly regained his clarity, realizing only then that he had fallen into a trap.

If they were truly friends, there would naturally be no conflict; but if they were merely strangers passing by, it was inevitable that pleasant expressions would be lacking.

However, Wu Bin’s subsequent series of fluid operations, carried out with a hint of a tutorial, completely won Bo Jiasheng over.

Everyone raised their vigilance as thousands of dog-leg steel sabers abruptly shot out from the main gate. Spinning relentlessly like boomerangs, they swept into the doorway, raining attacks in all directions.

"Eh?" Yin Ze had thought Yan Kaiting was finally taking an interest, only to receive such a response instead.

Perhaps he truly was absent-minded. Yet, the old beggar’s extraordinary lack of presence left Mingyue deeply puzzled. Even when staring fixedly at the old beggar, the slightest lapse in concentration would cause the field of vision to automatically filter him out.

Upon entering Jianchang, Li Dingguo immediately ordered his subordinates to take over city defense and strictly enforced military discipline.

Su Yi tidied his garments and hair, then departed, covering thirty feet with a single stride. There was no point in lingering here any longer now that matters were settled. However, he failed to notice that within three breaths of his departure, the corpse of Horse-Face vanished, in an extremely bizarre manner.

Master Zihai was startled, and in astonishment, he blurted out, "How do you know this old bastard!" He and Biluye were locked in a mortal feud. Biluye wanted to drag him back to the sealed forbidden land and even attempted to capture him by force, but he had resisted with his dying breath simply to remain in the vast outside world, never wishing to return.

"Clang—" A crisp sound of clashing metal rang out, and a bone-chilling pain shot from Xia Li’s fingertips. In an instant, Mingyue’s entire body was enveloped in a golden hue.

Li Ye was in no rush to bombard the city immediately. Miyamoto Rei had not yet made the necessary preparations, so some preliminary procedures were still required.

Yet, on the off chance that it was still possible, he truly did not wish to leave Jiangcheng, especially since he had spent years establishing his foundation here.

"Lucifer has made his move, but the scarecrow has not been destroyed." The voice on the other end of the phone was cold as usual, though today’s chill carried a trace of lingering terror.

Tian Paishui stood proudly, not even glancing at the newcomers, seemingly blind to the two figures drifting toward him like withered catkins.

Although Elder Yuan had wrapped himself tightly in top-grade divine artifact-level armor, how could something like the "Dao" be so easily blocked and severed?

"Ugh..." Jiangwei could not help feeling somewhat speechless. With his discerning eye, he could easily tell that the Uncle Yan before him was merely at the Body Refining stage. He was inferior even to Jiangwei’s own capabilities before death, and compared to his current self, the gap was vast beyond measure. With such meager cultivation, he actually dared claim he could lend a hand?

Cheng Lingsu’s brows furrowed slightly, a sliver of doubt lingering in her heart. Since Jamukha deliberately intended to use Tolui as his ultimate trump card, why would he have arranged for only two guards?

No one dared to block his path, so Li Ye easily reached the door of the private room, whereupon he heard the voices echoing from within.

Fu Xinming gritted his teeth and pulled out his phone to call Vice President Yan. Faced with such a situation, he had no choice but to seek help from his former superior.

The more critical the moment, the more Liu Hexiang displayed his deep composure. Even in such an environment, he remained steady enough to ponder the opponent’s motives and sat firmly without showing the slightest hint of fear.

This colorless, odorless, incurable, and undetectable botulinum toxin was simply too dangerous; it was best eradicated completely.

He finally understood why Oxford University had proactively initiated a strategic partnership with the Jiangzhou Medical College.

Compared to Mirror Moon City, Qianyu Fenghua preferred Mingyue City. For it was here that she could witness the world's most beautiful and magnificent moon, a sight that continued to haunt her dreams years later even after she settled in the Luo Kingdom.

The beasts and magical beasts in the forest were frightened into scattering in all directions, not daring to approach the white wolf at all. Even when viewed from afar, the aura emitted by the white wolf was enough to leave these beasts and magical beasts gasping for breath.

This profound energy was the essence of the spiritual Qi of heaven and earth. Once diffused, it could be effortlessly absorbed by others, and Ye Qingyu drifted into slumber precisely while enveloped within this profound energy.

Amidst these words, this man full of stories gripped his wine glass tightly, forcibly suppressing the anger surging in his heart, only to find that an old leg injury chose this exact moment to flare up.

Taking a sip of water to moisten his throat, Lu Changming set to work, publishing nearly a million words of content onto the website piece by piece.

What brought sorrow was that Jianjia was currently deep within the royal palace, replacing Bu Weilan as Yun Ling’s strategist and staying by Yun Ling’s side. At this moment, the companions accompanying Moshang were nothing more than solitude and a hatred fueled by sorrow.

In the Mo State, the surname "Moyin" was now treated as the "royal surname." Although Hanming and Hanzhao shared the same clan as Moyin Jueming, their original surname was not "Xuanyi." Only the direct lineage of the eldest son was qualified to bear the "Xuanyi" designation.

As for Wang Ke, Li Yi had never paid him any mind at all. Once he took control of the Li family, crushing Wang Ke would be as simple as stepping on an ant.

Xiao Niangniang squatted down, her beautiful eyes fixed intently on Chang Gexing. Her previously taut cheeks bloomed at the corners of her lips, blossoming into a vibrant and tender flower.

However, the most crucial element for entering deep meditation was to calmly immerse oneself in that very atmosphere of meditation.

What Hu Dafu was currently contemplating was not how to save money or how to make money, but rather how to quickly transfer and launder the cash he currently held. Regardless of whether he lost or made money, having such a massive pile of cash sitting at home strained his eyes to look at and filled his mind with dread; it was truly no blessing.