Chapter 98: Indifference

Gu Zhuo stared in astonishment. "Are you joking with me?"

There had been nothing like this in his previous life.

If Chen Xinwan and Bai Jianren truly had a secret relationship, why hadn't they ended up together? One was a widow, the other a widower—it would have been the most natural outcome.

"I'm not joking with you," Wang Dahu replied. "Of course, calling them lovers might not be entirely accurate."

What did he mean by that?

Gu Zhuo grew even more confused.

"Ming Family Fort isn't bad; no wonder the Suzaku clan is so renowned. Their luck is having me here this time!" The man spoke with arrogance, then accelerated, charging toward Ming Family Fort atop his flying beast.

But he had never seen such a dual-colored flying sword before. Clearly, with these single-use swords, their power must be even greater.

Once this assassination was completed, Yang Yichen and Crow left the Treasure Island without a trace, leaving the aftermath for Phoenix to deal with.

Pang Hong's entire body trembled violently, as though a door within him had opened, sharpening his senses to the outside world. He knew his martial uncle had done something.

Pleasantness is a refined realm—after so much tempering, for any contestant to bring a pleasant feeling to the audience with a song is not difficult. The challenge lies in making everyone truly comfortable while listening.

Though he felt regret, he dared not intervene. He took one glance, then looked away, focusing instead on the enormous bladder.

He and the Grand Duke did not have to wait long, for time flowed differently in the various timelines.

There were also the domains of Sanctuary-level experts, like Fred's Wrath of Earth. In its second-level rule form, it could create stone golems, another form of avatar. At the fifth level, his domain could summon three Earth Knights, even more lifelike.

By now, the others sensed it as well and unleashed their signature spells—a white, sword-shaped beam, a stream of fire, a spreading sheet of ice across the ground, and a whirlwind descending from the sky.

The results were impressive. Even if they failed, the consequences wouldn't be fatal in one step, but if they succeeded, it would be as if the door to the company's true core management had been pried open.

The Yak Soulmaster said no more, simply flying outside. "Someone is coming. Rest here; no strong foes will disturb you." With that, the Yak Soulmaster vanished.

"And you, Qian Cun!" Yu Ji glared at me furiously, as if venting her anger on me. If I were worse off than her, perhaps it would have lifted her spirits.

The bounty on Yun Zhen in the martial world had likely been sent everywhere by now. From this point on, even daily living would be a problem. What worried him most was not just this—he feared that Huang Chao, causing trouble in the south, might seize the opportunity to come.

After Xing Yu finished speaking, she closed the door and left with Lei Xiu and the others. Just outside, Kong Yu asked in confusion.

Lin Ran smiled faintly and didn't take it to heart. "All right, let's go out and have a look together." He straightened his clothes a little and decided to go out.

Meanwhile, in the Rolls-Royce, Ye Lan, who was driving, was suddenly seized by a bout of intense dizziness. It lasted only a few seconds, but when it passed, he realized that the suspicious Cadillac XTS behind him had completely vanished.

Though I wore a veil, I still lowered my gaze to avoid his eyes. This face, so carefully adorned by Gui Qian Shuo, left me at a loss, my heart in turmoil—as though I were wearing an ornate garment that did not belong to me, utterly bewildered.

Once the goatskin was completely dried, Yi cleaned out all the salty, alkaline earth from inside, then tied up three of the four legs with hemp rope. Into the fourth, he blew air until the goatskin ballooned, then sealed it and set it afloat on the river's surface.

The faces of the Zuo family darkened, especially Zuo Liguo, who had just stepped into the house as he heard these words. He kicked off his shoes and strode straight toward Shi Minghui, his mother.

Shen Lun was the Director of the Imperial Academy. If one could impress Shen Lun at this moment, or stand out before the Crown Prince, to win their favor would bode well for one's future official career.

Of course, they didn't make their ambitions too obvious, as they were still on someone else's territory for the time being.

After speaking, he stamped his foot abruptly. The whole floor seemed to shake; a crack split the ground beneath him by several inches. Sitting astride his horse, he drew in his inner strength, white clouds of energy swirling around him.

Min Zhuangting, seeing Qin Gao's confidence, could not help feeling a twinge of anxiety. Perhaps Qin Gao truly wasn't bluffing—perhaps he really could drive that car away with his power.

With a single stroke, the vast black curtain stretched across the sky was torn apart by sword energy. The black cloud, it turned out, was made up of countless restless spirits. Instantly, wails filled the air as the sword energy cut inch by inch through the darkness, ultimately destroying the Night Parade of a Hundred Demons formation.

Once his strength was fully restored, Taiyi's eyes showed neither joy nor sorrow, his entire form shrouded in profound, mysterious energy, shaking the whole Palace of Mirages. A vast aura suddenly surged, crashing toward the Young Masters.

Yan She clapped his hands, and immediately several black-clad cultists appeared behind him, waiting respectfully for orders.

This sudden sadness pricked her heart with an inexplicable ache. To see vulnerability in someone who once seemed omnipotent was devastating. Her eyes reddened; she knew Du Jinxi's plight but had not mentioned it, merely nudging him casually to deliver the festival gift.

As a secret martial art of the Yelü clan, Qin Xiao should never have seen it before, yet after watching her demonstrate it a few times, he had already deduced the Seven Spirit Fist to such an advanced level. Such perception and insight would be impossible without the foundation of the Sea of Blood realm. Who, then, was this "Han Lin" truly?