Volume One, Chapter 49: Zhang Jinbao's "Money Power," Chen Pingchuan's Reverse Scale!

This place is protected by holy light, impenetrable to demons, but accessible to angels. With two eight-winged angels as their escorts, Chaoyang and Xu Xi could naturally pass through the holy light’s barrier as well.

For some of the elite families or powerful clans, having even a single grandmaster behind them was already an extraordinary feat.

“There will probably be a lot for you to do. Go have lunch on your own, and come find me before the end of the workday!” Lan Yize smiled with pressed lips. Then, as the elevator doors closed, he arrived at the forty-seventh floor.

At that moment, the sight of Zhang Fan and his companions, their clothes drenched through, stirred a strange and unexplainable sense of awe within him.

Looking up, he spotted his nephew, Yan Jiankang, crouched in front of him. Still fuming, he lifted his right hand and, with a crisp slap, struck his nephew’s cheek.

Truly, as powerful as the sword was, Fang Muxue’s cultivation was far too low—how could she possibly contend with a Saint Emperor? Yet, eight million years ago, that elder who had once stood at the very peak of the Ghost Demon Clan, the peerless Ninefold Ghost Saint, had managed it.

He had given no orders whatsoever, but these people had nearly destroyed the chapel. They did have a mission to clear out the wind sprites inside, but if the chapel itself was gone, would their task even count as completed?

She left her room and came to the door of the neighboring chamber, raising her hand to knock. To her surprise, the door was unlatched, and with a gentle tap, it swung open.

The anxiety that had troubled her before was now overshadowed by wickedness; she had no time to ponder her own predicament, her mind wholly consumed with the desire to push the man atop her away.

The royal judge hurried to comply, immediately sending men to fetch not only Shopkeeper You but also dispatching others to Qianfeng County to summon the elder Wen couple as well.

A notorious libertine such as this, suddenly arriving in the Kingdom of Rayndena, surely had a clear purpose in mind.

Sitting up straight, clearing her mind, she opened the car door and stepped out. The setting sun cast its last rays, turning the roadside leaves a blazing red. Fallen plane tree leaves carpeted the road, which glimmered like a path of dark gold in the sunset.

The roc let out a piercing cry, then flapped its wings and soared toward the direction of the Tengyun Tribe.

The words of the others were much the same as those before, but it was only with the last person’s answer that Nangong Yun Yao finally nodded in satisfaction.

It was the first time she’d heard of embroidered pieces torn to shreds still being so hotly contested by buyers.

Butler Hu, after being driven out by Su Wenge and put under surveillance, had struggled to find a secluded place to hide, living in considerable misery.

Ron noticed that the three young vampires appeared completely uninterested, all convinced he was not the sorcerer in question, and even the Inquisitor—though his expression was hidden—seemed to have lost interest in him as well.

“It’s probably because I napped through a class. Isn’t it normal to feel a bit more energetic?” Chiyo Tomoyo explained.

This person had appeared on several occasions, yet never revealed his true intentions. Out of caution, she dared not rashly ask for his help.

Such methods would also leave many psychics at a loss for how to respond. Ordinary mental manipulation relied on psychic power, which could simply be resisted with one’s own.

“I’ve been undercover for the Blood God for decades. Everything in my castle’s dungeons is exactly what you asked me to prepare.”

She had previously suspected Aoki Huijian’s true identity might be Li Sheng, a new arrival on the list of the extraordinary—if that were the case, was this person both Aoki Hara and Li Sheng?

Over a hundred flying swords pierced the vessel, ricocheting about the vast space and scattering countless ripples of frost and snow.

As long as Zhou Kun could meet their price, he could toy with these people as easily as turning his hand.

A miserable existence was still better than a quick death; Daoist Tianhe had no wish to die, so he chose to accept Jiang Lingyu’s bizarre deal.

The senior officers of the war beast navy unleashed earth-shattering might, even surpassing the limits of their realm, slaying countless sea beast elites before ultimately being brought down by the Lord of the Deep Sea.

The vice commander, receiving his orders, hurried to count the hospital’s occupants and arranged for them all to be placed on the second floor and above.

With the Peishui, Shi, Hou, Yu, and Li families, together with the Pink Legion, the Giants of Vastness, the royal house of Chu, and even financial backing from distant Wengang, so many forces stirring together had turned the entire Central Continent into a storm-laden landscape—a violent tempest was already taking shape.

The hallucinogenic vines quickly carbonized in the flames, turning to ash. Dozens of wooden spikes, unable to act in time, became torches suspended in the air.

“Hanyu, when we get back, help me put together a list of all internal company members. The more detailed, the better. Thank you.” Han Shui’er’s tone remained as devoid of emotion as ever.

Fang Tianjue suddenly felt himself forced to the ground by a powerful force, and then a warm, sticky liquid began to trickle down his back.

A towering plume of dust, like a mushroom cloud after an explosion, spread out, the sudden rush of dirt obscuring all vision.

Yet if he were to do so—if he killed Xu Yang in the prison—he would have to face both Princess Jiuhuang and the Third Prince, people he simply could not afford to offend.

The black-and-white coiled dragon’s energy was gradually depleted. In Xue Yun’s eyes, the symbol of yin and yang swirled again; two beams of energy shot out like lasers, and though he merely spun in place, no zombie could escape their doom.

Meow Meow stared absentmindedly at the disheveled figure before her, listening to the rumblings of his empty stomach, and suddenly realized he wasn’t quite so unlikable after all.

“Let go of me! What gives you the right to hit me? You bastard! Zheng Chenheng, you rotten man, let go of me! It hurts, let go!” Xi Chen struggled, tears streaming from her eyes, her angry shouts choked with sobs that tugged at one’s heartstrings.

Everyone nodded in agreement at his words; they’d been here for three or four days already, but so far, no one had passed by.

Early the next morning, Li Rizhi donned the green robe of a court official, mounted a tall steed, and, accompanied by Fu Guibao and Cheng Zizai, made his way to the Yongzhou Prefecture office.

“Director Chen, please escort these two idiots out!” Zheng Chenheng ordered coldly. With a helpless roll of his eyes, Chen Jun strode forward and, one in each hand, dragged the pair of bizarre Qiao family members away.

As they spoke, the two had already reached the westernmost office on the second floor. Unlike the quiet doors of the other offices, this one had a row of wooden benches outside, occupied by quite a few people, while inside, people bustled in and out, creating a lively scene.

The upper echelon of the war beast navy unleashed a power that shook the heavens, surpassing the strength of their rank as they slaughtered countless sea beast elites, only to be ultimately slain by the Lord of the Deep Sea.

The vice captain, upon receiving orders, rushed to tally the number of people in the hospital and arranged for them all to be placed on the second floor or higher.

With the Peishui, Shi, Hou, Yu, and Li clans, the Pink Legion, the Giants of the Wilds, the royal family of Chu, and even the financial support of distant Wengang, the entire Central Continent was in turmoil, a violent storm brewing on the horizon.

The illusionary flower vines were quickly reduced to ash in the flames. Dozens of wooden spikes, before they could act, had already become floating torches in the air.

“Hanyu, help me compile a complete list of all company members when we get back. The more detailed, the better. Thank you.” Han Shui’er’s voice was as unemotional as ever.

Fang Tianjue suddenly felt himself thrown to the ground by a tremendous force. A warm, viscous liquid slowly trickled down his back.

A huge column of dust, like a mushroom cloud after an explosion, spread outward, the dust blinding his vision.

But if he killed Xu Yang in the prison, he’d have to face both Princess Jiuhuang and the Third Prince—people he could not afford to offend.

The black-and-white dragon energy was gradually exhausted. In Xue Yun’s eyes, the symbol of yin and yang danced once more. Two beams of energy shot out like lasers, and though he simply spun in place, no zombie could escape his attack.

Meow Meow gazed, dazed, at the disheveled figure before her. Hearing the rumbling of his stomach, she suddenly realized—maybe he wasn’t so bad after all.