Chapter 64 You Must Go Abroad

"You hide in your luxurious mansion enjoying peace and comfort all day long, do you have any idea what is happening out there?"
Madam Fang approached and launched straight into a barrage of accusations, causing Zhao Baitong’s face to pale. "I—I don't know."
"A few days ago, the auction of Joy Bay became a nationwide scandal due to geological issues. Zhixu originally intended to secure funding from Lin Yu..."
Qi Yubai intended to let Mu Wuxin get fully accustomed to the place before slowly communicating with him and gradually revealing his true identity.
After leaving the county yamen, Yuan Cheng was utterly disheartened. He entered a tavern, bought a jar of wine, and drank until the establishment closed its doors for the night. Intoxicated and disoriented, he staggered out of the city and, without realizing it, arrived at the Guanyin Temple. As a chilly wind stirred and the alcohol took full effect, he collapsed into the wild grass outside the temple walls.
The man appeared sallow and emaciated, his eyes devoid of spirit, yet he kept muttering incessantly: "Great King Zhu possesses boundless divine powers. Long live, long live, long live Great King Zhu."
Mu Xingzhi was pulled away so abruptly that he was caught off guard, stumbling a few steps before following Ranshu with a helpless expression.
At that moment, Shusu proceeded to recount how Xuanyuan and Shan Chenyi had fought that day, and how the rusty, ancient sword had flown to save its master only to be shattered by a single sword strike from Shan Chenyi.
Qi Yubai could naturally perceive the vibrant spiritual energy pulsating within those vine stems, as well as feel the lethal and oppressive might they exuded.
"Take the Martial Arts Alliance Leader to the cargo ships to collect the goods. Come right back after you finish, and don't go wandering off to play around, understand?" Bo Chu did not forget to instruct Boli before leaving.
The vast majority of the death squad surrounded Xuanyuan tightly in the center, unleashing a flurry of blade and sword strikes like a torrential rain upon him. Yet no matter how they slashed and stabbed, they failed to hit Xuanyuan even once! They only saw Xuanyuan's figure flicker amidst the assassins, with trails of yellow and red sword Qi flashing from the tip of his blade; the moment any of the assassins was struck, they dissolved into a plume of black smoke and vanished.
He absolutely could not let Qi Yubai off. In front of his clansmen, he had to maintain an upright and honorable facade, but how could he let go of the humiliation he and the Black Witches had suffered without exacting revenge?
The stone statue halted and, under Purgatorio’s control, simultaneously turned around and whipped out a heavy punch. A shrill sound of tearing wind erupted, resembling two high-pressure artillery shells suddenly unleashed, hurtling forward first.
The Green Flood Dragon King interjected. Although his tone was nonchalant, it came as a great shock to the Sea Turtle King, who believed he had handled the matter with the utmost secrecy and could not understand how it had leaked.
At that moment, the disciple who had gone inside to announce their arrival bowed respectfully and said, "The Sect Master invites the young hero in!" Duyuan returned the slight bow and stepped into the Lingqing Palace.
Gaea's true form was remarkably similar to Chaos, except for the color, which was a starkly contrasting white.
"What the hell! It hurts so much, this damn thing isn't a dream!" The man let out a loud shriek of pain, yet his face bore no expression of misery; instead, it was filled with utter disbelief.
Yet he also knew that due to his indulgence, Long Ling'er had developed an imperious and willful personality. Many people in the palace had been the target of her pranks, and he had received complaints from various officials on more than one occasion.
Elder Feng turned his head and saw two figures appear not far away. One was tall and robust, dressed in grey martial attire with his arms exposed, and a giant shield resembling a large cooking pot strapped to his back. The other wore a light brown tunic and gripped a fiery-red battle flag in his palm.
Cheng Xin naturally trusted what Qin Ming said; she knew Qin Ming would never deceive her, yet deep down, she still felt a sense of guilt regarding the matter of the photograph.
Having said that, An Ran turned and ran off. Qi Hao stared at her retreating figure for a long time, feeling as though the fire in his heart was blazing through his entire body.
I used god-tier power to create a fireball even larger than theirs. The fireball hurtled toward them and detonated right in front of them, with an effect even more spectacular than a stellar explosion.
When interrogating Hua An, the steward of the farm manor, he likewise insisted stubbornly that he was acting under Hua Ren's instructions. All the trafficked people had been sent by the steward, and he had merely been responsible for receiving and looking after them. Jiang An'yi and Hua Siyuan exchanged glances; it appeared this gang had already colluded on their stories, unanimously shifting the blame onto Hua Ren.