Volume One, Chapter 39: Making Money Without Rest

Fu Che stood at the mouth of the alley for a long time.

He had always been skilled at concealing his emotions, yet the fingertips curled into his palm still pressed into it almost imperceptibly.

Beside him, Yan Xi cautiously raised her head.

In her more than twenty years of life, Yu Wei had learned for the first time what fear truly was.

Compared with the Purple Radiance Art, which required ten or twenty years of cultivation before it could display its power, the Evil-Exorcising Sword Technique was far better suited to Wu Yue, a transmigrator who possessed a system.

Whenever he could not memorize something himself, he would secretly lift his head and steal a glance at Yao Yiming, then copy it into his notebook.

Under no circumstances could she let them confirm that she was Fangfang. Otherwise, she would be condemned to lose her freedom forever—and that would be even more agonizing than death.

Strictly speaking, the reason Yhwach had been able to snap Ichigo’s zanpakuto was that Ichigo in the present and Ichigo in the future were using the same blade. Once the future changed, the present would be affected as well.

The bombs hidden throughout the building detonated in an instant. After a thunderous explosion, dust filled the sky, and the five-story building collapsed in the blink of an eye. As for the members of the Wind God Guild, they died beneath the ruins.

She turned to look at the newcomer and, for the first time since her rebirth, felt genuinely happy to see her. Bai Xiaoxiao ran over in a few quick steps and linked her arm through hers. Then she winked at Ye Jingheng. “Young Master Ye, Xiaoyun and I haven’t seen each other in ages. You don’t mind lending her to me for a few minutes, do you? Just a few minutes.” As she spoke, she wore a mischievous smile.

By contrast, ordinary home-cooked food was, to them, like the rare delicacies that common people might eat once in a while.

By the time he came to his senses, he had already revealed his identity and ordered the siblings to be taken to Lin’an Hall.

The post she had just published already had two comments, one from Lu Shiyu and the other from Jian Mingjia.

Ye Han’s brows drew together slightly. Anyone whom Wang Nengren had singled out for special mention could hardly be simple-minded. He looked calmly at Lu Jian. Since the other man had chosen to speak up at this moment, he clearly had no intention of ending things abruptly.

With that, she formed a spell seal. A white flying sword shot from her back with a whoosh. Immediately afterward, Linghu Bai leaped onto it and flew away on her sword.

With precisely this thought in mind, Hua Yueying had not contradicted Liang Shan when he introduced her earlier. She had tacitly continued to accept her identity as the Third Madam of the Liang family.

I put the Illusory Treasure back into the Five-Element Bracelet, and our group continued forward. In the next instant, we were all dumbstruck. A vast underground palace had appeared before us.

“Nephew Li, you’ve finally returned! I’ve been waiting here for you for ages!” Prime Minister Chen looked at Li Sen with a beaming smile, his face filled with warmth.

So, to him now, possessing sufficiently powerful means of self-preservation came first and foremost.

Lu Yu noticed that Kong Ling and the other three still wore calm expressions. She thought to herself, Just keep pretending.

“All the Duan family members who weren’t killed have been tied to the pillars in the rear courtyard.” I pointed behind me as I spoke.

As the World-Destroying Mill continued devouring everything it touched, the reach of its Law of Devouring expanded without cease, swallowing the boundless, endless chaos at an indescribably extreme speed.

“So, you met Yu’er through Qingqing? I wonder whether he’s already had his way with Qingqing.” Leng Feng sneered.

“Here, give me the luggage. I’m sorry, Classmate Xiang, but we’ll be taking our leave first.” After putting Chu Ning’s luggage into the trunk, Lin Yuhao spoke to Xiang Meichen.

“No! Today’s movement should be as calm as still water. There shouldn’t be any major battles. But for it never to return to zero—that would be another tremendous miracle!” Ye Zifeng predicted.