Volume 1, Chapter 61: Rong Shaoqin Has Arrived

After the fireworks show ended, Lin Hanchuan drove Sang Hanning and Shen Chuyi back.
Coincidentally, he was staying at the same hotel as them.
Yet that made sense, as this was primarily a business hotel.
Most people visiting the area for business trips and negotiations chose to stay here.
Lin Hanchuan occupied the top-floor suite, which started at ten thousand yuan a night.
Sang Hanning and Shen Chuyi's room was on the second floor.
Once the illnesses of the townspeople began to improve, Jun Wudu and Sheng Ge departed, heading toward the next village infected by the plague.
Mo Wuxie laughed and said, "An evil bird like you—I reckon you'll be the first to die." The figure in black feathers shrieked in anger, "You dare call me a bird?" With that, he shook his double claws and lunged at Mo Wuxie.
Even in the battles of the extraterritorial battlefield, the whale would refuse to participate, purely because it lacked powerful inherited cultivation techniques and feared encountering formidable sects and clan forces such as the Moon Sword Sect or the Martial Gate. Those factions likely possessed true inheritances, meaning the whale stood little chance against them, greatly increasing the probability of its fall.
Having braved the cold wind outside, stepping indoors created a sharp contrast of temperature. The main room was heated by a stove, making it noticeably warmer than the western room.
"One million US dollars should arrive tomorrow. Brother Liu, regardless of the method you use, and no matter how much money it takes, as long as you can find Abraham's address in Freedom City, the money is yours," Wang Hao stared at Liu Jianshe and said.
Li Jian hurriedly restrained his aura and went to hide on a high vantage point nearby. Initially, he had intended to enter the Extreme Flame Pagoda and use the soul array inside to teleport away, but he had not expected so many people to gather before the tower. It seemed there were quite a few sect members who shared his idea of escaping via the sect's soul array, only to be blocked here by the people of the four major sects.
Looking back, he realized his subordinates had already grown exhausted and could no longer activate any more Nagula crystals.
"Before I agree to a divorce, if you dare have any involvement with Li Jie, I will turn you into a eunuch, hum!" Ouyang Rujing said coldly, then turned and walked toward the upstairs bedroom.
Wang, seeing that his Ghost Sound Mind-Capturing Technique was powerless against Tian Yong's protective Purple-Gold Bell, grew exasperated. With a piercing scream, he raised his corpse-ghost club and engaged Tian Yong in combat once more.
Mo Wen nodded slightly. That so-called grandmaster selection was presumably still a major event for the Dafang Sect.
Right now, he felt like nothing more than an ant about to be pinched to death, held in the palm of Xiang Yun's hand, his life and death entirely beyond his own control.
Gu Siye gritted his teeth and directly ignited the fuse Gu Yao had reset. Whether they lived or died depended entirely on this single moment.
To everyone's surprise, it ended in a draw. In an instant, not only were all his winnings gone, but he also suffered a loss of nearly eighty thousand. This comprised his entire liquid capital, leaving his financial situation drastically strained.
These were four monsters resembling porcupines, yet distinct from them. They did not look the least bit cute, measuring less than a meter in length and staying low enough to elude notice.
The two men laughed heartily, then turned to lead their respective sect elders and disciples back to Luoxia Peak.
After all, his actions were open and aboveboard, as he had clearly and honestly told everyone that he simply wanted a child—a wish that was both simple yet extravagant.
As they parted ways, Xiang Chang'an repeatedly urged Xiang Yun, making him promise that whenever he had time, he must come to the imperial palace to play with him. Since Xiang Chang'an was still a minor and resided within the palace, he naturally could not come and go freely, leaving him utterly stifled.
Watching that magnificent and graceful figure stride away, the eunuch wiped away the cold sweat slipping to the corner of his mouth, bowed respectfully, and went off to carry out the decree.
Aside from the hundred thousand viewers in his own livestream room, even the millions of viewers in PDD's room fell silent, refraining from typing and staring motionlessly at the scene unfolding before them.
When the match finally ended, no one offered praise. Instead, everyone wore downcast expressions, clutching their aching chests as if their hearts were bleeding.