Chapter 43: Provocation

The situation was far more serious than mere confinement; Li Haiyang’s promotion had also fallen through. According to standard procedure, the special envoys were required to conduct an evaluation of Li Haiyang prior to his promotion, but his political assessment had been graded as mediocre.

Before the fragments of starlight could scatter, they were effortlessly sliced through by the sword qi, turning into fine powder as they hurtled into the boundless deep space.

With every step he took, the Splendid Wind Sword Art advanced by another realm. By the time he completed his ninth step, the compounding sword momentum had reached a terrifying degree that made one's scalp tingle.

Upon reading this telegram, Bai Chongxi wore a bitter smile at the corners of his mouth. After merely glancing over it, he crumpled the telegram directly into a paper ball.

Being tall and handsome, he stood out like a celebrity in the department store. The clerks eagerly called out to him, chatting animatedly and creating a lively atmosphere.

Apart from Yu Er, those members of the Yu family who had stayed far away from the center of the explosion from the very beginning managed to survive by sheer luck.

He carried both a sense of guilt toward Youyou and a constant anxiety that he might not earn enough money to provide her with a better life.

Fortunately, she had rented a place outside a couple of days in advance. Exhausted in both body and mind, Song Mai pushed open the door of the company.

Meanwhile, among the numerous demons of the Ten Thousand Great Mountains who had successfully gained their freedom, tales of the Demon God spread rapidly from mouth to mouth, becoming increasingly mystical with each retelling.

After sending messages to Shen Yu and Shen Che to let them know she would be back on Monday, Jiang Yuan put away her phone and prepared for sleep.

When leaders came for an inspection, although there might not be a welcoming ceremony, seeing them off was the least one could do. Xia Jian walked the leaders all the way to their car, and only after their motorcade had driven away did he turn around and head back.

It wasn't until broad daylight that Chen Yueqin’s shouts startled Song Fang out of her slumber. She found her entire body burning hot and her head aching as if it were about to split open. It turned out she had caught a cold in the middle of the night, and the fever had left her somewhat delirious.

The entire hall fell into a freezing silence. The university students watching the competition had their eyes bulging in disbelief, their jaws dropped wide open, and their expressions frozen on their faces. Their bodies remained rigid and motionless as they sat dumbfounded on their stools, shocked to the very core with a sensation like an electric current running down their spines, making their whole bodies go numb.

"He has at least survived the seventh profound venerate tribulation, or perhaps an even stronger one!" This was Li Jiang’s preliminary judgment of the middle-aged man. Furthermore, the aura emanating from the young man felt somewhat familiar to Li Jiang; that scorching heat was clearly released by martial arts cultivation related to the fire element.

"What do you three think you're doing? Get lost as far as you can, this young master is in a bad mood!" Ren Zhonglong looked at the Three Weirdos of the Poisonous Dragon, displaying the sheer audacity of a newborn calf that knows no fear of tigers.

With their weapons drawn and no further words, the two of them lunged forward. Yang Yunhan seized the initiative, his "Supple as Silk" treasured saber vibrating as it traced a circular trajectory, resembling the agile sun and moon, enveloping Yelü Hezhi of Da Dayue. Yang Yunhan was employing the "Heaven-Covering Form" of the "Dragon Armor Divine Secret" using his treasured saber.

This was because he recalled that when he previously broke through to the Profound Spirit Realm, the strength of his soul power had only reached the ninth tier of the Profound Spirit Realm.

"Do you know about the Eternal Steel Factory in the South Bank District?" The big brother sitting in the passenger seat furrowed his brows deeply. Calculating the time, the effects of the anesthetic should have worn off by now, and the pain from his abdominal wound was beginning to creep in, slowly tormenting his nerves piece by piece.

After saying this, Nantian announced that the four of them would be given a day off to rest, and their new training would begin tomorrow.

Long Luo was not at all surprised that Nangong Feng knew he was the great-great-grandson of Long Zhiru. Even the remote Yunqi Sect was aware of Long Luo's connection to the Dragon Domain, let alone the Water Moon Sect, a major power in the Eastern Wasteland.

The seven sword scars formed a single continuous line, resembling a swaying rocket with a tail, piercing directly toward the Soul-Swallowing Beast.

"You can forget about a divorce; instead, you might want to start considering how to break the news to the media about how deeply in love we are." Qiao Muchen's voice sounded right beside her ear. His gentle tone almost made Cancan feel as if she were hallucinating.

However, this was merely the first clue Chen Shu had unraveled. While it was highly likely that these three brothers would seek revenge against Chen Shu or his company, their target of retaliation should logically be the pipe factory, with the probability regarding the steel mill being quite low.

She raised her gaze, uncertainty flickering in her eyes, before she was ultimately led into the conference center by Qiao Muchen.

Furthermore, he used it in various types of aromatherapy. It was said that his aromatherapy could induce a deep sense of peace, not only curing insomnia but also bringing about a profound relaxation of the mind. All sorts of aromatherapy blends were custom-formulated by himself.

Meng Xingchen had escaped! Chen Yunfeng unleashed his fury across the river surface like a madman, hovering over the water for a full half-hour while wantonly sweeping the area with his sword qi.

One could only hope things would go smoothly. However, as long as there was no obvious cheating, objections were rarely raised under normal circumstances.

Hearing this explanation, his father stopped asking further questions, and Chen Shu ceased his elaboration, turning his full attention to the news. Yet, the broadcast ended in just a few minutes, followed by the national weather forecast. At that moment, the dishes were brought to the table, and his mother called them over to eat.

"Baiguo, President Qiao is here to pick you up from school." Upon hearing that Qiao Muchen was there to pick up Guoguo, Principal Chen’s gaze toward the child instantly gained a few extra layers of esteem.

The Heaven-Hunting Martingal could sense that the aura emanating from Steel Bean originated from the exact same source as Meng Xingchen, which was why it no longer maintained its guard. Immediately afterward, the Heaven-Hunting Martingal curled its lips in disdain, turning its undivided attention back to Meng Xingchen inside the cauldron.

Bai Fei knew that the current Diyu was worlds apart from the one in the past, so he opened with his most lethal ultimate technique right from the start.

At that very moment, a crossbow bolt suddenly whistled through the air, embedding itself directly in front of the villagers. This was immediately followed by a barrage of arrow rain that plunged down with equal precision right in front of them, forming a solid line of feathered arrows that abruptly halted the villagers' charge.

Following that, Old Daoist Zongming briefly introduced Yang Yunhan to the realm classifications and some background regarding the Ancient Abyss Sect.

Bai Shu pondered for a long time, finally recalling that night when he and Dongse went to the Zisang Courtyard to look for Xiao Yurui. Bai Shu had gone out to search for someone, while Dongse had fallen asleep in the room first. When Bai Shu returned, he had awakened Dongse the moment he stepped into the courtyard.

He had investigated Ye Xian's background: the grandson of the "Medical King" Ye Boyun. Yet, even so, such a notion was still somewhat exaggerated.

His situation remained entirely unchanged even after arriving at the Wuji Peak; the profound array regarded him as good-for-nothing and told him to get lost as well... With such a rugged and bumpy journey, how many could truly comprehend the bitterness buried deep within his heart? Yet, who had ever heard Lin Yu utter even a single word of complaint?