Volume 1, Chapter 62: Qiaoqiao, Shouldn't You Take Responsibility for Me?

"Going to the mainland to make a fortune in the future, wouldn't that be a piece of cake?"
"Make a fortune in the mainland? What can you even make there?" The man sneered, holding them in utter contempt. "Don't work yourself to the bone just to earn a few hundred or a thousand bucks. You'd be better off picking up trash in Hong Kong."
Ye Qiaoqiao murmured softly right next to Fu Juechuan's ear, "Look at them, still looking down on our mainland. They really have poor taste."
"And that Zheng Shi—your second uncle actually adopted her as a daughter. He must be blind."
"You don't think Zheng Shi is pretty good too, do you?" Ye Qiaoqiao's voice carried a faint trace of grievance.
Fu Juechuan's Adam's apple bobbed. His attention somewhat scattered, he shook his head while multitasking, "I don't have much to do with her."
"Then she even said you were looking for..."

It was precisely midday, yet inside a specialty shop dealing in magic crystals, a rather absurd and comical farce was unfolding.

Everyone knew about his participation in the Jade Solid Gold Music Awards ceremony. It was only natural that he had walked the red carpet and served as an award presenter, given his status and influence. However, this did not diminish the applause rising from the audience, even though those heavenly kings and queens were equally eager to get on his good terms.

Their bodyguards stated that James wanted to spend a romantic evening with Madam Linda today and therefore would not see anyone.

Yet, anyway, it wasn't as if she and Nangong Yaoliang hadn't done it before. Doing it a few more times wouldn't matter either, as long as she could pay off the money she owed him. Then she would take Casey and leave, never to provoke this devil ever again.

"This..." The dignified expression of the Fourth Venerable darkened slightly. Unsure of what to say, she had no choice but to shift her gaze toward the Second Venerable beside her.

A trace of bewilderment inevitably clouded Doya's heart, and her love for Huerhe shrank a little. Feeling somewhat inferior, she remained entirely silent and melancholy throughout the afternoon's journey.

"Then you rest well. This child is blessed and will surely be safe," Zhao Yuanting said, gently patting Zhang Yaxian's hand.

That stinky girl only seemed to be at the fourteenth stage of spiritual power, yet Yu Wan'er was already at the peak of the first level and had mastered the wind element. The odds of winning didn't look high... Besides, why did he sense a faint intent to kill emanating from Yu Wan'er?

"Miss, I think you've misunderstood... Gu Zhichan and I are merely fellow apprentice siblings, a fact you're probably well aware of. Furthermore, I already have someone I love... so I won't have feelings for Gu Zhichan. You can rest assured about that." To put this bloodthirsty loli at ease, I laid out my actual situation completely.

"Alright, Lu Jinxian... Since you already understand my character well enough, then please leave... I have nothing to do with you." I heaved a heavy sigh in my heart and slowly spoke.

"Hmph, finally admitting it? You've harbored disloyal intentions for a long time, treating me like a fool? Hand over the Thunder-Avoidance Gold Sand!" Feng Wei commanded in an authoritarian tone.

Indeed, his appearance was just as it had been deeply engraved in my heart, save for the gloom and desolation that used to linger in his eyes, which were now entirely gone.

Beside the wooden tub stood a table, upon which a few simple items were casually placed. Most eye-catching of all was a foot-long, ancient, and vicissitude-laden short sword.

Over the years, under the leadership of Chief Wu Biaoyang, the disciples of the Beggar Sect spread across the world. When it came to tracking someone down based on a clue, who could possibly surpass the Beggar Sect? Therefore, Elder Jiang Haoba of the martial arts faction was the first to voice support for Zhao Pokong's proposal. The members of the other major sects also felt Zhao Pokong's idea made a great deal of sense and nodded in agreement, thus finalizing the matter.

"Mother is virtuous and magnanimous, treating her husband's concubine-born children just like her own. Naturally, everyone in the imperial capital praises her," said Su Ruchuai.

The fourth person was over sixty years old, six feet tall, with large hands and feet. His oversized face and hands were shrouded in a hazy cyan aura.

It had to be him. Helan Yao narrowed her eyes, sending an octagonal flying dart tipped with fierce internal energy flying forward. That man had long since prepared to dodge, leaping up and springing onto another tree. Yet how could Helan Yao let him succeed? Using her internal energy to control the dart, she made it curve along with the man, shooting straight toward his chest.

Still, upon careful thought, it wasn't particularly strange. After all, for evenly matched opponents, this was actually a rather common occurrence.

The enmity between Imperial Noble Consort Shen and Consort Lin was hardly shallow. Just recall the time when the Lady of Xinping Commandery entered the palace in tears to lodge a complaint; if Shen Chun were truly to move into Ranshou Palace now, her very first act would likely be to have Lady Lin meet a sudden death.

"Then when he asked where you got the funds, how did you answer?" he pondered for a long time before asking.

Many wealthy men would also approach her under the guise of seeking medical treatment, attempting to win her favor, because she was truly an alluring beauty that every man desired to possess.

Subsequently, Director Chen sought Zhu Wentian's opinion once more, summoned the driver, and the group boarded that first-generation Jeep Cherokee, taking a wide tour around the perimeter of the industrial park.

This time, Zhu Wentian intentionally guided Lu Yao to run toward the direction of the barren hills of Nanshan. Along the way, Zhu Wentian tested a hypothesis of his—trying to place several rocks from the Nanshan barren hills into the system's storage space, but without exception, every attempt failed.

Before the pagoda could descend completely, a beam of light shot out from its base, enveloping Moss and the remaining Silver Star warriors below.

Listening to this rendition of *Dream Wedding*, Tang Ning'an's eyes grew slightly moist. This was her favorite piece of music, and hearing Nining play it so beautifully filled her heart with warmth and emotion. She felt deeply proud to have such a son.

Mother Xu had no concept whatsoever of the unit price for luxury jewelry in this shop. In her impression, jewelry costing over a hundred thousand was already the absolute limit.

Chen Tianhao had uttered those words of getting the upper hand while still acting aggrieved, expecting the other party to fly into a rage. To his surprise, Zhou Shengjue remained extraordinarily calm and composed.

If things went on this way, their already paper-thin alliance would likely dissolve completely in the aftermath of the great calamity.

No matter which heavenly law it was, as long as it involved Shen Gui, the heavenly laws could always be bent. After all, no matter how vast the heavenly laws were, they had no jurisdiction over the Heavenly Emperor.

In Suqi's eyes, Zhang Tianyi was merely a wet-behind-the-ears youth. While he might achieve success in the future, at present, he was simply not on the same level. He assumed that as long as he spoke up, Zhang Tianyi would have no choice but to obediently hand over the purple rose, even if he was unwilling.

Zhang Xiu and Li Su had fled with their men. Liu Yuan was unaware of this at the moment, and even if he had known, he likely wouldn't have cared.

The skirmish under the outer defensive tower ultimately concluded with San Wu Shuang and his two teammates escaping with critically low health, while the Gate of Samsara was completely swept away by Luna's clearance.

After about ten minutes, Liu Chunying came out carrying Erbao, whose half-closed eyes suggested he was feeling sleepy.

No one could endlessly endure the gaze of monotonous data, no one could withstand the ceaseless pain inflicted on a massive body by motion, and no one could remain completely calm in moments of rage rather than wasting energy on meaningless venting.