Volume One, Chapter 74: A Monthly Interest of One Percent? My Simple-Minded Relative Is Over the Moon!

He had transformed in an instant from a lazy, indifferent judge into a ruthless executor of justice, and now, just as suddenly, had become a defender of the moral order.

At the moment their powers clashed, the violet beams shot forth like lasers, piercing the yellow radiance one after another. In the blink of an eye, the yellow light vanished utterly, not a trace left behind. The entire character for “Blade” disappeared without a shadow under the astonished gaze of the silent crowd.

“Charge!” The horse bandits shouted in unison. Though they dressed like common brigands, Lü You knew very well that these men were far from ordinary outlaws.

Though Wang Chen bore the same surname as the aristocratic Wang family of Langya, there was no real connection. But everyone knew the affairs of Wang Min’s family, so his statement caused no surprise.

He Yue felt embarrassed; though he was issuing commands, he knew he could never measure up to them. This was the bearing of Chinese soldiers—intimidating the enemy by presence alone. He Yue was a recent recruit, having joined the national security forces less than four months ago.

After carefully comparing the photograph in his hand, Mitsui Shou became increasingly confident in his conclusion.

Qi Tan and the two great Mongol warriors stared in shock as Ci Du’s body soared high into the air, flew off the cliff, and with a splash, plunged into the bay below, sending up a great spray of water.

Qin Xiao continued to let the sunlight fall on the mirror, watching his own face reflected clearly. As the sunlight intensified, his features began to blur, then distort. Suddenly, he felt as if he’d walked into the mirror, finding himself in a vast, unfamiliar space.

As though standing guard for the two, her gaze, however, was suffused with endless tenderness as she looked up toward the distant Jade Sun Forest.

Though he had found Dong Lianzhu and her two companions, the place where they hid was not far from where the bandits held their hostages. If he left the three women here to draw the bandits’ attention away himself, he felt far from reassured.

Yun Qianrou was always sincere and straightforward, her beauty ethereal and unrivaled, winning great admiration in Luoshang.

As Dongling Chuan saw the soul lamp of the deadliest assassin grow dimmer and weaker, his heart began to fill with anxious dread.

“This is no small matter. You had better go back and speak to your master. If he agrees, have him come find me himself.” Su Yuqing brushed her sleeve and turned to leave.

He sensed as if a string inside him snapped with a twang; at that moment of enlightenment, his cultivation state, which had stalled for so long, shot up like a rising flying artifact, ascending rapidly.

The cultivators of Peach Blossom Territory, deep in meditation, sensed the fluctuation of spiritual energy in the air; instantly they snapped back to attention, raising their eyes.

It spread swiftly to envelop the entire dueling platform, and as it danced and spun, it pushed back the violent yellow-green mist, spreading its influence across the arena.

Whether or not the so-called bloodline connection existed, in this moment, all she wanted was for the Jiang family to fall from its pedestal, to tear apart the bonds of kinship and the illusion of unity they so proudly displayed.

The Star Battle Corps also earned credit for each new beast or spiritual entity discovered, and could receive substantial merit rewards depending on the functionality of the new discovery.

Shuying wondered if the letter had made her cough up blood. Zuo Jinmei, noticing her furtive glances, unexpectedly handed her the letter.

It was only a simple divine rune tower, yet it concealed so many mysteries. Ye Cangtian couldn’t help but sigh; the eighth and ninth levels of the tower were incredibly difficult. If not for his extraordinary luck, he would never have entered this place.

In just a moment, a miraculous change occurred. The naked old man’s skin began to tighten, and his white hair gradually transformed in color.

At dawn, a gentle breeze carrying the fresh fragrance of flower petals drifted through the open window into the living room. A young man with neat black hair and delicate features sat on the sofa, holding a phone to his ear as he answered a call from a friend.

The situation between the two sides had clearly reversed; now Huangfu Lan found herself in the same awkward predicament that Liu Huawei had previously endured.

On the Yulan Continent, even those of the Sacred Domain could enjoy the pleasures of life, let alone the lower gods.

“Welcome, my lord!” Though the voice was rough and guttural, issuing from the mouth of a toad, it carried the force of a mountain’s roar.

“Linley, all I can do for you is this much.” Hadley silently told himself.

“Let’s hear it,” Zhou Jun said, not expecting Li Hai to offer anything useful—after all, with poor talent, a destitute family, and advanced age, Li Hai was not someone he held in any regard.

The sudden outbreak of war by the Rossian nation caught the Celestial Empire completely off guard; first they were struck into confusion, and then defeat followed in rapid succession.

The two of them were only mildly surprised at the villagers’ affection for Ye Feng. The villagers’ faces radiated sincerity, so unlike the pomp and circumstance nobles staged for appearances’ sake.

By focusing his assault on a single point, Qi Lin was able to concentrate his attack, which directly led to Wang Ning’s defeat.

At this moment, Chen Ze was like an invisible, intangible ghost; those around him could not see him, and passersby walked right through his body.

All around was darkness and silence, save for the lone figure of the man in the white robe, whose face remained indistinct yet oddly familiar.

Wu Gang’s fighting prowess now completely surpassed the first level of Nirvana, reaching the second; his body was now as indestructible as diamond, utterly unbreakable.

Zhao Fuguo’s seductive features darkened, his icy gaze fixed on Ye Zitong. Under his stare, Ye Zitong grew restless, the oppressive atmosphere suffocating.

Li Xiuyuan’s cultivation followed the path of strength and force; compared to Li Xiu Hong, he was much stronger, if only because of his dedication to hard training. Now, he was already at the intermediate master level.

Ye Zitong refused to let herself cry. Though tears streamed down silently, concealed by the rain so no one would notice, she kept telling herself: if you let these tears fall, you’ll never be strong again.

To hell with Mo Xuan’s wild imagination! Would he shamelessly force Ye Hailan to take responsibility? Ye Hailan was so arrogant and irresponsible—damn it! Did he look like someone who’d ever cower or beg?