Volume 1, Chapter 39: Stop Pretending

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The moment Gao Shan got home, he collapsed onto the sofa, yet his eyes were exceptionally bright, filled with anticipation. The whole matter was simply too strange—so strange that even Gao Shan himself found it utterly inexplicable.

With the mindset of “better to sacrifice a comrade than oneself,” Blood Wolf and Blood Palm sold out Cheetah without the slightest trace of loyalty.

“Damn it! Could they have blocked me?” Jiang Hua grumbled as he lit a cigarette. While urinating, he scrolled through his phone with one hand and held the cigarette between the fingers of the other, not bothering to support himself at all.

For the past two days, Zhong Jiujin had been wandering around Wanzai Alley. Whether at breakfast or during the late-night hours, he could hear passersby and diners along the road and at the tables discussing one strange incident after another from all over the country.

When Lin Hao saw this, his heart ached. He stepped forward, swept Gao Wenwen up in his arms, and strode into the house.

Her purpose in coming this time was Mu Yan. She wanted Mu Yan to make a fool of herself at the birthday banquet; if Mu Yan did not attend, all the thought she had put into it would be wasted.

Perhaps because she had been somewhat tired the previous day, Su Junyang unexpectedly slept until she woke naturally while at work. She had always preferred to finish her work ahead of time, however, and after mentally going over everything once, she no longer felt any urgency to get up. Who could have imagined that just after she finished washing up, her phone would begin ringing with the insistence of a death knell?

Bai Yun secretly rejoiced when he guessed Qiqi’s thoughts, and that smile was even more pleasing than the one before. Qiqi stared at him for a moment, momentarily dazed, thinking that Bai Yun was extraordinarily handsome.

Seeing Chen Hao sitting behind them as though none of this concerned him, and comparing him with the imposing Shen Haotian before her, Li Yanran was utterly disappointed in him. She felt that having a poor relative like Chen Hao was a misfortune accumulated over eight lifetimes.

He lowered his head and looked down. The wound, once as large as a fist and gushing with crimson blood, had now healed completely. There was not even a trace of a scab, and nothing whatsoever suggested that he had ever been injured.

When Nan Fang entered the living room, Shi Yi was sitting there perfectly well, dozing off. It seemed that neither Li Jincai nor his son had dared lay a finger on Shi Yi. Nan Fang could not help but admire the old man’s judgment.

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The terrifying force of the bombardment sent the entire Rainbow Sea trembling violently. Yet what made the Three Sovereigns look grim was that, despite its power, the attack had failed to shatter the Rainbow Sea.

The instant Tang Hao saw those five people, his pupils contracted. To his horror, he discovered that among them were four peak Five-Star Soul Emperors, as well as a powerhouse whose cultivation had reached the mid-stage of the Six-Star Soul Emperor realm.

“But for our National Defense Navy, this incident in the Beibu Gulf is also an excellent opportunity,” Chen Tingjia said.

“Hiss—” The Wind Soul Black Mamba repeatedly flicked its tongue at Wang Xuanlong. Its pair of serpentine eyes remained fixed on him, while its dark-golden scales shimmered with a faint purple aura. That was undoubtedly the poisonous aura emanating from within the Wind Serpent’s body.

With that, he shut the door and slipped away. Liu Xiaoling blinked, then could not help but laugh to herself.

Another long cry rang out. A red figure slowly descended from the sky and landed lightly before the three of them. The moment the newcomer touched down, the dense army of spiders scattered in all directions, hiding in the dark corners.

“Good, thank you, Big Brother Wang. With Old Mr. Wei and the others, establishing our shipyard later will be much easier,” Chen Ning said gratefully.

With these three strands of monkey hair in his possession, Wang Zheng believed that even if something went wrong at the God of Smithing’s place, he would still be able to escape.

Although most of these sects bearing the name “Wu Qingchen” did indeed regard Wu Qingchen as their idol, praising him constantly and worshiping him at every moment—

since this time it was himself whom they had invited, Lu Zheng had naturally come. If his divine-position avatar had been present, Lu Zheng would have been too lazy to come and would simply have sent Lu Guodong instead. Why make things so troublesome?

Originally, ten thousand points of spiritual power could create a thousand square kilometers of land. Now, ten thousand points of spiritual power could produce only one hundred square kilometers.

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Chen Bujian raised his right arm and merely lifted a hand. The place that had originally been a sheer mountainside suddenly caved inward.

She gazed at Li Xian with an entranced look in her eyes, unable to look away from him. Crystal-clear tears rolled along the rims of her eyes, yet never fell.

Shou Wuyai’s expression was grim as well. Judging from the current situation, even if every sect within the entire Celestial Immortal Sect were gathered together, they still could not possibly deal with Mu Yuchen—let alone seize his magical treasure.

He knew that although Ni Yunya had seemingly compromised on the surface, deep down she must already hate him to the bone. The moment she found an opportunity to free her hands, Ni Yunya would certainly never let him off.

But seeing Su Yi’s attitude toward Lü Luo at that moment, he understood that even if Su Aochen appeared, he would not show the slightest consideration or spare the Alliance Society.

“How did Madam leave just now? What was she wearing? What did she take with her?” Nangong Yan asked casually without raising his head, affecting an unconcerned air.

She always possessed a uniquely remarkable ability: before going onstage, she would be extremely anxious, yet once she stepped onto the stage, everything she did would be flawless, making it impossible for anyone to sense that Ning Qingqing had ever been nervous.

Night gradually deepened, and the chirping of cicadas began to sound outside the window. The sky was unusually clear tonight, free of clouds for thousands of miles. The bright, immaculate moon hung high in the heavens, its light spilling into the room and draping everything in a veil of white.

What He Yan had said about him being incapable was probably spread by He Yan herself. Now that he had sealed Xu Dalang’s mouth, should he seal He Yan’s mouth as well? With that thought, he began sizing He Yan up.

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