Volume One, Chapter 67: A Battle of Words—Leaving the Most Difficult Relatives Speechless

But Mrs. Gu didn't see it that way. The more she looked, the more uneasy she felt. She pulled him aside, worry written all over her face, and pressed the money into his hand.

"Treasure digging?" Lu Hongying was confused, but Hu Shuntang understood the meaning behind Zhan Tianya's words. He wanted to imitate those so-called folk treasure hunters, excavating things to sell on the black market. Yet Zhan Tianya was knowingly breaking the law; such a crime could easily warrant the death penalty.

Yun Ze stepped out of his private elevator a little later than Tong Guaiguai. She was strolling along the street, glancing at the shops still open, her smile growing ever more relaxed, the earlier gloom completely gone.

"Gah!" Gu Fan's expression changed instantly. He nearly choked on the silver fish and lotus seed porridge in his mouth, almost spitting it onto his own clothes.

He looked around at the unfamiliar wilderness, pounded his head hard, tried to walk away, but his numb legs gave out and he fell to the ground.

Shang Zao involuntarily reached out, wanting to brush Fan Xueyi's eyes, but Fan Xueyi quickly leapt back, dodging Shang Zao's hand. His gesture stopped in mid-air, and Shang Zao smiled, gracefully folding his hands behind his back.

After learning the news from Xu Lang, Lan Xi immediately took off her apron, went upstairs, and called for Fan Xueyi. Together, they followed Xu Lang to Chengyuan Plaza.

A certain part of Yun Ze's body was so vigorous that Tong Guaiguai's face flushed red. He had been so demanding last night, and now this morning he was as energetic as ever.

No sooner had Gu Yi finished speaking than a crowd surged to squeeze around one table, each scrambling to find a seat.

The Blood Fiend Sword, first among the martial world's infamous blades, was forged from millennium-cold iron—sharp enough to cut through iron as if it were mud. Yet, because it had taken too many lives and became saturated with murderous energy, ten years ago the enlightened monk Master Kongwen and the sword sage Wanderer joined forces to seal it away, making it impossible to find.

He had her straddle him, his back to the mirror and her facing it. In the mirror, Qiao Yiran could see her half-removed blouse; the shameful sight made her shrink into Gu Che's embrace, mortified.

As for a true Golden Core cultivator, Cheng Li had never actually fought one. He didn't know how he would compare.

The shop wasn't large, so it wouldn't suddenly need a great deal of vegetables. Its history was long; it had a certain foundation, so it wouldn't be so easily ruined by slander.

With a swift stroke of a sharp Luoyang shovel, the bearded man's neck was sliced open, his carotid artery severed. Blood spurted out in an instant.

"The main house?" Gu Che opened his eyes, studying Pan Ruiqi—the man with black-rimmed glasses. Normally calm and composed, even he now revealed the ugly side of human nature for the sake of money.

Lin Qianxue felt, almost subconsciously, that her body was quietly undergoing some kind of change.

But if one hadn't even reached the threshold of the Divine Sea stage, there was no way to sense or defend against a spiritual attack.

"Your Majesty, you can't say that carelessly. Did you really see me? You can ask the princess, or even Lie Buchou himself," Jiang Yunwan replied with an aggrieved look.

That was true, but whenever Su Zhimo lingered by the water, it was always when she was troubled or uninspired.

Afterward, Shen Qiqi told Shen Mu everything she had heard from Zhao Wanqing.

If things grew awkward or the mood was wrong, wasn't ending the conversation the best option?

They were taking a detour, so the journey was longer than expected. Han Yingqing wondered if she would be tired, and cared about her. Such a considerate man was truly wonderful.

Situ Ze watched helplessly as Yun Zichen embraced Gao Wanjing and left. All these days, he hadn't been able to take his eyes off Gao Wanjing for a moment.

In an instant, the crowd of over a thousand surrounding them, more than half began clamoring to report to the authorities.

When Ling Muchen realized Lin Muchen was leaning in, she was completely enveloped by his tall, upright figure. Her face flushed red at once.

"Xue'er, I will stay by your side as much as I can," Xuan Yuanling gazed at Han Yingxue, tenderness filling his eyes.

Today, when Shen Qiqi spoke of this matter, she deliberately waited until the old man was out for his walk, not wanting him to get angry if he overheard.

Yun Yiyi occasionally picked out dishes for Fei Mo, placing everything she liked onto his plate.

Lan Yu turned off the television, lay back down, lit a cigarette, and blew out a long ring of smoke.

Coming to the countryside was partly to inform, and partly to give their son and future daughter-in-law a chance to relax.

Someone like him would be willing to exchange He Ruilin for benefits to the He family, without hesitation.

"Your face?" He lifted his chin, the meaning clear—was he planning to complain to Qingqing?

Shen Longxuan seemed to sense something faintly; he glanced down at the Universe Treasure Box in front of him, as if something was missing.

Bai Hongfei couldn't accept his mother or her words; he pushed her away and ran out.

Huang Mingyuan told Liu Qionghua to wait at the door while he went to say his goodbyes to Li Jun. Due to the earlier incident, the banquet at the Li residence had already broken up, and people were leaving in small groups, though a few always lingered behind.

The Heaven-ranked holy lords behind him snorted and tried to stop him. First, more than ten went up and failed, then several dozen joined in, finally smashing the fist energy to pieces.

With the addition of this group, the security team's literacy rate soared from thirty to nearly forty percent—a ten percentage point jump.

After a long while, watching the silent Feng Ming, Lin Zhaosheng suddenly felt a kind of disinterest.

These words were nothing special, but because Wang Heng spoke with such gentleness, Ye Xun couldn't help but smile.

Wang Shi sat sideways on a wooden cart, slowly driving the mule cart forward, with a chestnut horse trailing behind.

Deep down, Ren Tianyuan still looked down on Su Xuan, even if only a little. The leaders of the great sects were puzzled by Ren Tianyuan's intentions, but chose to wait and see.