Chapter 55 A Good Show

Seeing her adopted daughter return, Madam Liu anxiously asked, "Zhenzhen, is Ningning really still alive? Is she still at the Lin residence? How is she doing?"

Yu Jinzhen closed the tent door. Seeing that her younger brothers were also still awake with clear worry in their eyes, she said solemnly, "Her legs have already healed. It seems because she inadvertently found the Lin family's account book, and that account book appears to have problematic entries that give her leverage over the Lin family. Although the Lin family is keeping her locked up now, knowing there are royals staying at the guesthouse, they dare not harm her or cause a fatality, so—"

Although this was a common folk saying, to Zhang Zixuan, it still sounded a bit too vulgar and intense. After all, she was so aloof and cold; back at school, she wouldn't even bother to acknowledge the most popular campus heartthrobs.

Although he had no idea why Zilingtian would suddenly decide to attend the jade store's opening exhibition, Moke did not dare to be negligent in the slightest. Given Zilingtian's immense wealth and status, having such a magnate show up was undoubtedly fantastic news for a newly opened store.

As for Zhou Peng, he naturally harbored a deep, bone-chilling hatred toward Lin Yifeng, the man who had suddenly appeared by Zhang Ziqi's side. However, he knew very well in his heart that this was by no means the optimal moment for him to openly fall out with the other party.

Perception through consciousness completely transcended the scope of mere sight, transforming into a state akin to scanning. Information about everything perceived by consciousness, from the inside out, flooded entirely into the mind.

If one could genuinely secure a share of the pie from that perpetually frozen expanse—which occupied nearly one-fifth of the entire southern region of Qingzhou—it would surpass any fortuitous encounter.

Xin Yifang gave a soft cold snort, walked straight to the bed, fumbled beneath the pillow, and pulled out an object. Fixing his gaze upon it, he let out a low exclamation, "A spirit bone!"

As Huang Zhenhu recounted the events, Huang Taolue and his two sons occasionally let out expressions of wonder, finding Huang Xuanling's bizarre adventure utterly unimaginable.

The two middle-aged demonic cultivators were extremely respectful toward this eccentric young man, their attitudes reeking of subservience.

At this moment, Huang Xuanling's vital energy was severely depleted, leaving him with no spare capacity to inspect this spiritual artifact closely. After stowing it away, he immediately sat cross-legged within the weapon-refining chamber to recover his spiritual power.

While offering flustered explanations, Shi Nuoyu cautiously probed Ye Chen, eager to ascertain whether Ye Chen truly understood his underlying motives.

As those words left his lips, Qin Aobin felt the surrounding air instantly plummet in temperature. He had lost this gamble, and his defeat was absolute beyond any hope of salvation.

Lin Hao's purpose in coming to the black market was to embark on a massive slaughter—to exterminate every single member belonging to the black market organization and turn the black market into a river of blood tonight.

After calming his racing mind a short while later, Jiang Xing hurriedly emerged from the forest.

That massive, razor-sharp blade rapidly slashed forward like a streak of lightning. Struck by this ferocious blow, the terrifying heavenly beast was jolted as if hit by a thunderbolt, coming to an abrupt halt.

Formal training would commence after lunch. Once the briefing concluded, the commanders of each battalion assigned the recruits to their respective posts and quarters.

Upon stepping into the Northern Territory, a gust of cold wind swept past. The gale whipped up withered leaves across the ground, carrying a biting, bone-chilling frost.

The cultivation base of this silver-patterned battle roc had reached the seventh tier of the Seven-Stars Realm, surpassing Ye Chen by a full five realms. Coupled with its vital-energy-tempered plumage, it was terrifying to the ultimate degree. Despite exhausting every skill and resource at his disposal, Ye Chen had failed to defeat it and instead suffered massive combat stamina depletion, forcing him to make a hasty retreat.

If one looked closely, they would notice that although the golden bird's laughter was somewhat vulgar and lewd, its appearance was exceptionally exquisite, radiating a sense of holiness and nobility.

"Master, no matter what you transform into, I will never let anything happen to you!" Jingdian lowered his head slightly, his eyes burning with intense radiance.

Had he not reached the realm of Venerable Deities, Ning Dao would never have offered his assistance—not even for his own father. Doing otherwise would merely waste precious heavenly treasures. Despite being a domain lord, Ning Dao did not possess an endless supply of heavenly treasures that grew nourished by planetary spiritual energy.