Volume One, Chapter 80: Trouble in Business

As the few of them conversed, time slipped by unnoticed, and before they knew it, it was already one o’clock—the hour for work to begin. Though reluctant to part, they each left to return to their respective posts and busied themselves once more.

Yet Xue’er no longer glanced at Chen Jing. Instead, she raised her hand, waving jade talismans in quick succession. The talismans vanished into the void, leaving behind faint points of light, like stars scattered across the sky.

Countless faces, twisted with savagery and greed, surged in from all directions, their sights set upon the bone spirit flower blooming behind Night Blade.

In this monotonous, shadowy world, transformed into an insect, wherever it passed, its enemies perished. Everything was stark, simple, and direct.

The white lion, standing about one and a half meters tall, rose to its feet—almost the same height as the reincarnated Living Buddha Qiangbaluo. In full view of all, the lion gently lifted its paw and softly patted the Living Buddha’s shoulder, uttering a low, rumbling growl as if in greeting.

The sudden turn of events startled Li Gang. Having just eliminated his opponent, he had stood up from his sniper position, ready to rendezvous with Dong Changming. However, as gunfire erupted again, he immediately dove back into cover.

“Hold on a little longer. Once we reach the end of the street, we can go back. Then you can sleep like the dead, you rascal,” someone said. Afterward, the patrol pressed on.

At this moment, Chu Tianyu was filled with shame and regret for his earlier arrogance and rudeness before Mei Can.

Lin Kun shouted, his entire body blazing with crimson light, erupting with an unparalleled surge of spiritual power, like a war god reborn from fire.

When Zheng Ji appeared on the broad stone steps leading from the Luminous Zen Monastery to the Pure Mind Monastery, all the vastness and emptiness seemed to vanish like mist.

In the village, there were both flowering plants and fruit trees—crabapples and magnolias, for instance—planted here and there in no particular order. The mountains already teemed with trees, so only a few red-leaf maples were planted at the edge, marked with a gentle sign warning that the forest lay beyond the village bounds and that birds of prey might appear.

The undercover agents within the righteous sects received the urgent signal to return, and it was certain they would soon gather at the Demon Sect.

“Yes, Captain,” Isabel replied, thinking to herself that the Spanish plantation owner would surely invite her and the captain to the island estate for lunch.

Wasn’t the plan for today simply to ask her uncle for help in taking down Jin Fugui? How had it suddenly become a matter of founding an empire?

“My Lord, I pray for forgiveness for my soul and for the soul of the nobleman,” the Duke of Richmond sighed, accepting the harsh reality.

“Wang Bo, you—” my assistant called after me, having already guessed my intentions, but her warning came too late; I had already dashed out.

He made no pretense, reciting an array of extravagant dishes, each more sumptuous than the last. This was no midnight snack—it was more like a lavish feast fit for the wealthy.

The leaders and representatives of the Atlantic District grinned from ear to ear, as though watching their own bride walk slowly down the aisle; the League of Nations’ representative wore a courteous, internationally appropriate smile.

Madam Rose did not know what further benefits she might gain from Yang Yi, but one thing was certain: in the days to come, she would have to endure his shamelessness. The real Yang Yi was nothing like the crime bosses she had met before—he was truly outlandish.

Leaving the Love Apartment, he spotted a bar not far away. Never mind, he thought, I’ll have a drink first. After all, it wasn’t every day that Jin Yong, whom he had admired in his previous life, came to visit. It was only right to raise a glass in his honor.

Mr. Gao’s fearlessness came from his confidence—one might even call it arrogance—in his own intellect and methods, and that, too, was a grave tactical error.

When Luo Xiu appeared before the orphans, joy lit up their faces. If he was here, did it not mean the sealed road was open again?

During her university years, Liu Wen was so consumed by her modeling career that she rarely had time to gather with classmates or roommates—a major regret of her student days. Now, graduation was imminent, and everyone would soon go their separate ways. Such reunions would be rare, and so Zhang Zilin cherished this gathering all the more.

After a brief silence on the other end, a soft, melodious voice—gentle yet clear—finally spoke.

On the day filming began, early in the morning, reporters from various major media outlets, following their superiors’ orders, hurried to the Hilton Hotel for the press conference.

With her parents threatened, she had little choice. The plot devised by Yang Yi and Jiang Tiansheng was simply to eliminate Crow, Smiling Tiger, and Dongxing.

The ground had already been ravaged by bolts of lightning, with many trees reduced to charred remains. The pale blue flashes illuminated their faces in an eerie glow. The streetlights had long since gone out—only the lightning that danced around Luo Xiu kept the area alight.

No matter the reason, in those days she had taken advantage of Soga’s feelings, working inside and out with Wen Ya and the Fourth Prince to lure and trap him. Only when Soga escaped the Holy Light did it all finally end.

Although the rose fruit was not particularly delicate, after years in the Prince’s residence, she had grown used to fine living and had developed more refined tastes. On campaign, the plain food was hard to stomach.

This was Mo Ye’s secret weapon, invented at the research plant to compensate for insufficient psychic power. It nearly depleted half his energy, and if not for his practice in internal skills, making his reserves much greater, he could never have accomplished such a feat.

Lin Ling: After a grueling hand-to-hand struggle, captured the siren alive and awakened her supernatural ability in the process—classified as B-rank, with specific effects still unknown.

“Crack… crack… crack…” As Soga shuddered in fear and pondered his fate, a series of crisp sounds erupted from the diamond dragon’s body. To his horror, fissures spread rapidly across its skin, and new flesh and muscle burst through the old, swelling outward.

“It’s getting late. Shall we go?” Qu Zhiheng asked. He truly did not wish to face Song Lina any longer, afraid that, unable to restrain himself, he would reveal the truth.

—The “First Battle God of Huainan,” Gu Xingming, had actually been slain by that world-famous “peerless master,” Lin Mu.