Volume 1, Chapter 29: I Am the Wealthiest Magical Girl

In general, Xiang Ye’s strongholds in the East had been almost entirely uprooted. As one fell, the other rose; Yu Lei’s influence, by contrast, was growing rapidly.

The stout old man waved his hands repeatedly, not appearing angry in the slightest. While the shop assistants nearby were rushing about until their feet barely touched the ground, he showed no intention of helping, instead finding the leisure to chat with Wang Haoming and the others. Whether he was truly the owner was beside the point—he certainly carried himself with the air of one.

The face he had once used to impersonate An Nianzhi could no longer be employed. What did his true face look like now?

"Do you always find it difficult to sleep?" Gu Yanzhao asked suddenly, his voice tinged with a trace of concern.

"Don't move!" In the silence of the night, inside the basement, a pair of large hands covered his mouth from behind. Caught by this sudden turn of events, Taozi felt his lower body tremble, and a trickle of urine escaped his control.

Zhao Zixian was about to speak up to stop him when he unexpectedly noticed a bare, massive boulder halfway up the mountainside. A white figure lay flat upon the rock, seemingly enjoying the scorching sun of an autumn afternoon.

The male police officer seemed incredulous, hesitating as he spoke: "Is this old gentleman a doctor? Does he have a medical license? Does he even know how to treat patients? This is sheer madness! Move aside immediately, I need to get this person to the hospital!" With that, he took two steps forward, making a gesture to push the old man aside.

"Oh, stop it..." Madam Cheng pushed her husband out the door, leaving a warning glance for Cheng Yan behind.

Gongsun Ba fought one against two. Although forced to retreat step by step, he showed no signs of defeat. His palms were imbued with a tyrannical internal energy, and without closing the distance to his opponents, he struck out through the air. Even if his palms did not make physical contact, the sheer force of his palm wind was immense; to be struck by even one of his blows would surely result in death on the spot.

Song Xuelian seemed to have anticipated Zhao Zixian’s next move; her left hand transformed into a strike, aiming precisely at the spot where he was about to land.

The Sect Leader of Zhengyi was drenched in cold sweat, thinking to himself how close it had been; if he had truly angered the Third Master, the Zhengyi Sect would have been finished.

If he had previously held no thoughts regarding this deposed empress, it now appeared she was not a bad pawn to have at his disposal.

"We now believe you are qualified to be our master, but we still want to test your capabilities," Luo Shengxi said with an air of precocious maturity.

"Master, should we tell the people from the Hongya Sword Pavilion now that the ones who came to challenge the gym weren't us?" Old Xiong’s disciple, failing to recognize Jiao Xunze, sought to distance Jiao Xunze from their own sword pavilion.

"No matter who you are, since you are in my Chishan Prefecture and have killed a prodigy of my clan, you must pay with your life!" Qin Jingde roared.

Min Yuxin was completely forced into this, and faced with her teacher’s enthusiastic smile, she truly couldn't find a way to refuse. She could only carry the fruit basket into the ward, taking a moment to glare fiercely at Sheng Dong.

"Haha, is the Jiang clan of the Spirit Realm finally going to make a move?" However, some members of the great clans were filled with excitement.

"Let nature take its course, and focus on perfecting the divine ability?" Upon hearing this, Yang Jiulian’s heart stirred slightly.

On the television screen, the players of the Chinese team lay on the pitch, covering their faces and weeping. Outside the screen, some viewers, unable to control their emotions, began to cry as well.

"My grandfather often played chess with Grandpa Luo. He said Grandpa Luo was a pitiful man; his son and daughter-in-law had both passed away, and his only grandson had been missing for so many years. So he has finally been found—no wonder I didn't recognize you. Hello, Brother Luo! You must help me!" Since they were on the same side, Feng Ying spoke effusively.

After a long while, Zheng Dongliu let out a shout, flicking his wrist and turning his fingers. With a series of crisp sounds, three dice landed in the cup, spinning rapidly.

Hu Li frowned and thought for a moment, looking at the huge, dazzling light overhead. Suddenly realizing something, he gave an order on the mercenary group’s channel. Ten seconds later, the massive spotlight dimmed, its light scattering toward the spectator stands, leaving the arena floor almost entirely in shadow.

"Boss, are you joining the Writers' Association?" Li Si blurted out. It was no wonder he was surprised; he had never heard of the boss publishing any works.

However, nothing happened. This scene caused Xuan Ye, who was watching from the side, to frown slightly and shake his head.

A man wearing a hat walked in, carrying a briefcase. He scanned the environment as if he were quite at home, and walked unhurriedly to the side of Zheng Ji, who had already sat up.

Zheng Ji nodded. Although he was lying flat and Jie Kong might not have seen it, it no longer mattered.

The third floor would be left for Tianfeng City to resolve. In truth, the mission was basically complete; the objective was to clear the monsters on the surface, and the third underground floor was no longer Duan Qiu’s concern.

"What is the meaning of this! How did your Xu family promise me back then?" Zheng Xueyi said loudly.

At the Lin family’s residence, Yuan Xing had just returned when he heard the news: the family members of that Uncle Zhang had been captured, and Lin Wei was currently interrogating them.

At 10:50, the major guilds finally began to make their moves. The match to narrow the field from 20 to 10 was incredibly intense. In the live-streaming rooms of the top twenty streamers, gifts of virtual planes were flying in turns, and fans were busy rotating between the different rooms.

Why did Muto Xiangyan turn around and run back after walking to Qi Hao’s side in a drunken state?

"Would relying solely on Sanguan City for grain supply be too narrow? It’s fine while the Fang Kingdom isn't in our hands, but if we control the Fang Kingdom in the future, it might be somewhat dangerous if all the grain comes from Sanguan City," You Hui said.

The students watching from Jianghai University were already in a fervor. It was rare to see slam dunks in intercollegiate games in China; how could they not be excited?

I collapsed to the ground, and Zhang Aotian did the same, struggling to tear away the flesh scorched by the black flames.

A rustic-looking man who seemed like a mere farmer in the countryside had shown that he could also be a superstar on this stage.

Qi Hao kept his attention on it. Seeing a massive dog head approaching, he thrust his Purple Flame Thorn forward.

I ran upstairs to Qiu Man’s room and pushed the door open. Qiu Man was sitting cross-legged on the bed, energy radiating from her body as she carefully regulated her breath to heal her injuries.

Not long after the motorcade stopped, someone called Li Bahuan, who immediately put the phone on speaker.

The ceiling of the hall was paved with fluorescent stones, corresponding to the white jade slabs on the floor, brightening the entire hall as if it were daytime.

Going to the Qingwu Tournament this time, he might encounter young talents from various sects; perhaps he could even gather news about the jade box.