Chapter 45: Surveillance

Ma Zhe’s seemingly risky plan had finally yielded a handsome reward. With a mere twenty million investment, he secured at least two hundred million in profit, pushing Longhua Group’s foot into the ten-billion club.

“Alright, we agree, but I can't stay too long. I promised a friend called Chao Feng that we’d meet,” Jiang Yuxuan said, his eyes flickering with calculation.

The Thieves’ Alliance had never witnessed such bizarre events, and upon hearing of it, immediately dispatched some members to assist the young thief.

Thus, more people joined the fray, not only reverently bowing to the charlatan but generously offering all their money and valuables to him and his followers.

Chu Tian gazed into the distance. There truly were nine mountains, each one glowing and sending light beams skyward.

Amidst the torrential rain, three cannons fell silent, two rendered useless, but the third roared with the fury of human technological achievement.

To continuously heat tea without it boiling defied all common sense—a most extraordinary phenomenon.

The elder appeared rather plain, clad in a grey robe and holding a horsetail whisk, resembling a sage of legend.

He had waited so long, tormenting He Shao and his companions, all in anticipation of the yet-unseen Xie Yunlong, also known as the Beast Cunning.

Upon seeing Yuan Qingdan unharmed, Yuan Qingfeng relaxed and hurried the three to safety. Even with excellent equipment and a large shield, Yuan Qingdan could not withstand many blows from a sixth-level beast, and neither Yuan Qingrou nor Yuan Qingyue could survive even one.

“Godmother, I know you care for me, but Xiyue truly wishes for simplicity. I don’t want anything too ostentatious. Before my marriage, this is my only request to you. Please grant it!” Xiyue pleaded with Bai Luoyun.

But what about her? Her brocade song, her years-long yearning for a husband, had vanished in a word from Murong Zhaoyun. How could she accept such a fate?

He then pulled her into his arms, eyes closed, utterly exhausted, else he would not be so.

Should she find an opportunity to punish him more strictly? Or continue to quietly harbor feelings for Zhao Jingdong?

Jun Ting stepped towards the door, but after only two paces, felt her wrist tighten—Shao Nian, rising from his bed, had seized her hand.

Even if Bai Ranan did nothing, strutting around the Lan family, as long as Lan Yanfeng had no objection, who would dare say anything?

The deep bond between master and disciple was palpable; when they met, they simply exchanged silent smiles, words scarce as gold.

What Jun thought, neither Lan Yanfeng nor Song Meitong knew. The only ones aware were the department heads in the conference room, who were stunned when Song Meitong followed Lan Yanfeng in and took a seat in the corner.

Xiong Beiming produced a demon-banishing pouch from his spatial pocket, and truly found a miasma-breaking talisman. Everyone affixed the talismans to themselves, and the peach tree’s fragrance seemed to avoid them—proof something was amiss.

CGD’s easy victory was a huge boost to their morale. Although FNC wasn’t a championship favorite, D’s win showed they had some real skill, and no one spoke of giving the spot to someone else.

Since the game’s buildings were constructed in concentric circles around the core energy tower, Chu Yan placed the kitchen in the second ring, right next to a first-ring residence.

Chen Mo glanced at Da Ji, walking with her to the middle of the third row. The first three rows had leather chairs, soft and comfortable; from there, the entire stage was clearly visible.

“He’s physically fine. His soul has been taken,” Bai Xi said gravely.

Wan Zhen’er was skeptical; was the emperor’s prodigy with an eidetic memory truly not misleading others?

The cave entrance was like a bridge arch, wide and surrounded by stone walls. The cave twisted and turned, pitch black, nothing visible. Further in, a white jade dragon sculpture wound across the ceiling.

Sheng Ge always felt that Lady Wan truly regarded herself as an elder—always worrying, always nagging—a universal trait.

Eighty percent were eliminated by Chu Yan, only twenty percent by him. As for Miss, she reportedly avoided meat for her figure, only picking a few greens, leaving all the meat for others to deal with.

Park Nation brought just over thirty people, unable to withstand such pressure, and left in disarray.

Sunny replied with a smile, “Let’s talk after we return alive.” By now, Sunny’s body had fully recovered.

The fourth and fifth ranks marked a major watershed. Murong Yi, possessing three awakened spiritual powers and being a fifth-rank cultivator, found those below the fourth rank no threat at all. Only fifth-rank peers could truly affect him.

Mia was used to it, supporting Lin Fan into the restroom, then washing her hands repeatedly after coming out.

He had received support from his uncle before, but never felt much about it. He considered himself not incapable, merely down on his luck. Given the chance, he’d rise like a carp leaping the dragon gate, repaying his uncle twice over.

Qin Feng climbed the slope and saw several new sheds in the distance. He waved to Ouyang Qing, who understood and followed.

As soon as the car stopped, Su Su rushed into the hospital, forgetting even to greet anyone, calling Yu Zhe as she ran.

But now was not the time to worry about that. With a thought, he stowed the “Monster Slayer” he’d carried in his mustard seed pouch, and replaced it with his old companion, “Longsan.”

Lin Fan stood solemnly before everyone, extolling the values of the Heaven-Slaying faction and exposing the instructor’s misdeeds—though he kept the pig and dog affairs hidden.

Ordinary geniuses would flee upon hearing the name Zhu Shaojing of the Heaven’s Pride List. Yet this man not only didn’t run, but showed no fear, astonishing Zhu Shaojing.

Li Xiang handled the collection of items Su Ni demanded. For each item found, Su Ni had to exchange it for a more valuable cultivation technique or martial skill.