Chapter 23: What Do You Take Me For?

It is far too early for you to come here looking for handouts.

Zhao Weimin was completely unfazed by their threats. "Get out at once. I am not entertaining guests."

"Zhao Weimin, what did you say?" Zhao Dajun was incensed by these words. "Try saying that again, I dare you!" As he spoke, he had already reached for the gun slung across his back...

In truth, it was exactly as feared. The Ye household had gone to great lengths to find Ye Zhen. Ye Meng had even mobilized the Ye Family Army to search for her house by house. When the servants searched at noon that day, they found the two maids, Miaolan and Feihong. Both were covered in severe knife wounds, and Feihong, in particular, was on the brink of death, barely clinging to life.

In the bottom right corner of the portrait, it was written: "This person massacred the Elegant Villa. Anyone who discovers this person will be rewarded with one hundred gold coins; anyone who captures this person will be rewarded with two thousand gold coins."

However, she was also grateful to have arrived here, for she had heard the word "Mom" slip out of Feng Shaoqian’s lips.

After finishing his remarks, he displayed the entire bidding process on the large electronic screen. "Today is the final round of bidding. The highest bidder will secure the development rights for this plot of land..." District Mayor Lei was concise and to the point, and the bidding commenced.

Ye Zhen felt a bit embarrassed. She looked up at his handsome profile, frowning as she said, "Isn't this inappropriate? It’s too ostentatious, and we are in the Imperial Palace, after all." She tilted her chin, gesturing toward their tightly clasped hands.

The first person caught in the blast was blown to pieces, leaving nothing behind. The second fared little better; he had been positioned slightly away from the epicenter, hiding behind a mound of earth, but he was still battered and bruised by the flying dirt and stones. Most critically, however, he had been struck by the shockwave.

Guoqing hesitated, his mind in turmoil. He truly regarded Mingfei as a brother, and besides, there was no point in hiding it now. Guoqing was the type who could swallow a minor loss, but he could not stomach being cheated in silence.

Wei Yefeng couldn't be bothered to pay him any mind. He turned and wrapped his arms around Lin Xiaohuan, his brow furrowing as he noticed the quicklime on her body.

Xu Xie laughed, his two eyebrows arching upward, giving his face a long-lost, ferocious look.

The treasure-hunting team was now truly assembled—a perfect score. There were nine of them in total; nine being the ultimate number, the number of supreme power, which seemed to perfectly validate the hype surrounding the Peak of Nine Fangs.

"Heavenly Venerable? Bah! What is so good about being a Heavenly Venerable? After thousands of years of bitter cultivation, all one’s power is sucked away by something like the Creation Jade Butterfly. What is the use of this title?" Gu Chengkong sneered.

Although Lan Mobai was furious, he did not worry for himself. He did not believe that Luo Xingfeng would dare to move against him over this matter.

"No, look, time is flowing by rapidly here!" Lu Yue watched the changes before her in terror. The cultivators inside the inverted pyramid were moving constantly, as if they were playing a film, showing no concern for the existence of the two of them.

The golden dragon struck the crimson cauldron with an unstoppable force. A deafening roar erupted, and the fiery red vessel was sent flying, crashing to the ground with a rumble and gouging out a massive pit a hundred meters wide.

Gu Xi’s expression shifted. He knew the Heaven-Shaking Shuttle hadn't struck an obstacle; the only possibility was that it had been attacked. With a flicker of his body, he appeared outside, where a figure shrouded in a black robe hovered before him.

Years ago, he and the Holy King had been swept into this place by a spatial turbulence. Their cultivation had been severely diminished, and their spirits had suffered heavy damage. Later, he discovered that cultivating within this blue liquid could rapidly repair the spirit and even enhance his cultivation, proving to be a hundred times more effective than practicing in the God Realm.

Gu Xi fell silent. He felt immense pressure. He had asked Huangfu Zhong if it was possible to reach the level of a Sealed God, but Huangfu Zhong had only shaken his head.

"Ling Tian died that day. He died after receiving your orders, but there is something you likely don't know. The day before he died, he came to see me. Think back carefully; was there one night when he left your side for a while?"

Ying Ye only offered a faint smile at the disdain in Ming Ye’s words, not taking it to heart. After all, could a place like the Realm of Bitter Regret ever compare to the Beyond the Heavens?

Once everything was prepared, Annie set off from New York, while Ike and his group in Los Angeles departed for Chicago.

"Pah! Bu Jingyun! Even if you can move again, so what? Do you think I’m afraid of you? Heh! I refuse to believe you have fully recovered your energy! At best, you can only use your basic power. I don't believe you can use that supreme..."

For the Cleveland Cavaliers, this was an area that required adjustment. Their defense had failed once again, which was a significant blow to the team.

Just as he was about to open his mouth to ask something, a splitting headache suddenly struck him, and a massive surge of information flooded his mind. A few seconds later, he realized he had transmigrated.

The lava flowed about three or four hundred meters away, and a smooth rock wall blocked Jian Yi's line of sight.

This was even less of what the Indiana Pacers players wanted to see, so at this moment, they naturally had no choice but to rush forward in an attempt to stop Wu Dawei's attack.

Nie Feng and A Tie finally grasped the meaning of what Fahai had said. However, the drying up of West Lake was a secondary issue; the most important question was, where had the water gone?

This was truly strange! When it came down to it, wasn't God exactly the same as Bu Jingyun? What difference was there between them?

Yelu Hong laughed heartily. "It is ready, please eat, envoy." With that, he reached out with his chopsticks, plucked a large piece of meat from the pot, and swirled it in his dipping sauce. At the same time, he picked up a large cup filled with sour wine mixed with goat milk and toasted the Southern Dynasty envoy, Lü Yijian.

Yet, for the next several years, even the Exiled Immortal Sect took a defensive stance when facing the Heaven-Opening Sword Sect, which undoubtedly proved the point with facts.

Whenever the aunties discovered Empress Dowager Xiaozhuang, they would rush up, kindly informing her of the wonderful news that the imperial court was actually providing medicine for free—medicine that was good for children, and even prescribed by the imperial physicians.

By a rough count, there were thirteen or fourteen different titles. For a time, whenever a crowd gathered, all sorts of titles flew about, leaving not only Lü Hanqiang dizzy, but everyone else confused as well. Thus, standardizing the titles had become an absolute necessity.