Volume One, Chapter 46: The Marinated Delicacies Begin to Turn a Profit!

Ripples on the force field quickly subsided, and the indentation smoothed out, leaving the star destroyer unharmed.

That was his thought, though he did not know what kind of aura had been drawn from everyone and absorbed, he had already become alert—yet he showed no sign of it.

He could never let go of past betrayals. Although Qiushuang had made amends, a deep, insurmountable chasm remained in his heart, an indelible knot that made him truly uneasy. In his life, nothing was more detestable than betrayal and deception.

Overlord Tianyi discovered the spiritual vein outside the unfinished building and reported what had transpired inside to Overlord Zonghan.

At that moment, an even more astonishing event unfolded. One of the hunters spoke.

Pushing four boxes that his grandfather and uncle had carried inside, the future happily returned to his room.

A thunderous strike erupted with countless flashes, sweeping the surroundings and instantly killing dozens of cavalry from the Brandon family. A gap appeared in the charging formation.

“Of course. The greatest taboo among the divine clans is this very name. For the gods of this world, their original source traces back to her.”

They simply couldn’t hold out much longer. It was only a matter of time before those three ruthless foes caught up with them. That’s why he devised this plan. Initially, he thought it would be difficult to execute, but the sudden appearance of the Blood Wilderness Barrier Gate cleared all their obstacles effortlessly.

Originally, Hu Yizhou did not want to engage in this kind of publicity. Given his special identity and his future experiences, he truly did not want his image to appear in the media or have people remember his face. What would happen if a special forces soldier’s face was known? Or a legendary gunner in the mercenary world?

Huo Tong’s analysis was somewhat reasonable, and everyone nodded in agreement. For a moment, all eyes turned gratefully toward Lin Tao, making him feel a little embarrassed.

“Brother Dong Wan, this was truly amazing. The Cold God finally released a new album,” Quan Taixi said excitedly, still buzzing with enthusiasm.

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Ye Xiangwan removed her cufflinks and put them away, offering no response. If she could, she truly wished to act, but it remained only a thought.

As Xu Haoting’s figure vanished, Xiao Lan’s spiritual power entered his mind, revealing his exact location vividly.

The laws of nature are among the most powerful forces. One need not comprehend many laws; even grasping a mere thread of any law can elevate one to a genius among geniuses. The more one understands, the greater the aid in cultivation.

Tian Bai knew his sister’s character intimately. Could there be some unknown aspect to her?

“Li Yuandong? He is the Grandmaster of the White Tiger Hall? This White Tiger Hall belongs to him?” Tian Bai exclaimed in shock.

“We own ten percent of Fengyu International Group’s shares? Dong Jian, do you know what you’re saying? That’s impossible,” Su Aoxue’s voice grew tense.

“Hello? May I ask who is speaking?” came a refined voice from the other end of the line. At that moment, Huang Yarong was in the conference room, discussing Cold God Band’s schedule, year-end arrangements, and plans for the new year.

As the blade struck the ant queen, Zhang Huaming closed in. Three gleaming blades surged forward—these white, dazzling slashes were fiercer than before, swift and unavoidable.

Opening his palm, the clinking sound of coins dropping into the beggar’s bowl echoed.

When tragedy causes the Wind City to weep and stirs a sinister evil wind, legends arise.

“Do you have proof?” Crown Prince Lin Xuan frowned. Upon learning Chen Yun hailed from Mount Wanfoshan, he grew deeply displeased, his tone turning unfriendly.

“If he’s not from the circle, how did he discover the ancient tomb beneath the world?” Ye Zhiqiu asked, puzzled.

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“Uncle Ye, are you referring to the Jiuzhou Cauldron lost for over two thousand years?” Shen Buhui looked on in astonishment.

Le Zhengrong’s body paused, then abruptly pushed the beauty aside from his embrace, sitting upright swiftly.

Since breaking through to the Spiritual Sect realm, Ziyunyuan’s power reached its peak. With his Void Realm intent, he could easily conceal his aura. Unless confronted by a Spiritual Lord, no one could detect his presence.

“There are those unafraid of death! With dignity and grace! But you all forget one thing!” the Puppet Demoness laughed. Her laughter was enchanting, intoxicating, and almost obsessive—a blend of magical charm and deadly intent.

Having spoken, Letian left without looking back, ignoring Maode Empress’s disappointed and dazed gaze as he strode out.

Upon hearing Chihuo speak, the crowd gradually quieted to listen to his explanation. Though unrelated to them, as the saying goes, those who watch a commotion fear no trouble.

“What?” At that moment, Tianshu’s expression changed wildly. He quickly glanced at Gude Bai and Tian Mo.

After absorbing the Prince Changqin’s immortal soul through Yuheng, Chu Feng, unlike the Longyuan Tribe’s wasteful ways, did not use it as a mere tool. Instead, he directly employed secret techniques to devour it while the soul was still weak, gaining many of Prince Changqin’s memories, including his knowledge.

When suffering insomnia, one hopes only to cure it. But once insomnia is cured, the desire for immortality returns—human desire is truly insatiable.