Volume 1, Chapter 40: It Was Rejected by Yun Qianqian

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I truly have no idea what those big shots in Hidden Sword are thinking. They play the game of playing the fool day in and day out, but the question is, can they really keep it hidden?

Having witnessed Ahn Seung-woo's journey step by step, they seemed to share an empathetic resonance with him.

Moreover, their motive for killing was identical—all for survival. Just as the demonic path killed and plundered to survive, why shouldn't the righteous path kill and plunder the demonic path?

Almost as an instinctive reaction, the moment Wu Yan finished speaking, Mu Xiaofeng abruptly grabbed her hand, straightened his body, and leaped upward toward the roof together with her. At that very instant, rustling sounds suddenly echoed from behind. Just as Mu Xiaofeng and Wu Yan lifted their bodies, a barrage of bullets came shooting straight at them.

Zhang Luoye smiled without a word. The lineage of Celestial Master Zhang had been the supreme authority in Traditional Chinese Medicine since ancient times, and this reputation was well-earned. While they could not raise the dead, restore shattered bones, or regrow flesh and blood, ordinary stubborn and complicated ailments were effortlessly within their grasp.

This left Wang Tian puzzled. Such a dreamlike fragrance—why would anyone suppress it? Could there be a hidden story behind this?

Although duplicate banknote serial numbers always posed a risk, and the value of counterfeit currency produced by Wu Anping annually amounted to hundreds of millions of dollars, because it was dispersed across several different currencies, it actually remained well within the one percent safety threshold and was unlikely to be easily discovered. Even if detected, the blame could never be traced back to him.

"Then I'll follow Seung-woo's guess and go with 18%," Kim Sun-ah said, perhaps seeking good luck as she chimed in with Ahn Seung-woo's estimation. Jung Ryeo-won followed closely behind.

The three of them, who had been waiting boredly in the stone chamber, suddenly felt a powerful heartbeat echoing in their ears. Exchanging a glance, all three of them cast strange expressions toward the direction of the coffin.

A pitch-black, coffin-shaped divine artifact floated in the air. He infused his blood and astral vital energy into it, refining it with his primordial spirit to begin the process of consecration.

Meanwhile, on the other end, Ling Fei and Li Xue had already boarded a flight from Xiangjiang to Songjiang.

"Since Boss Bai has issued the invitation, this prince cannot very well refuse. I shall impose upon your hospitality then," Yun Mo had just agreed when, turning his head, he saw Murong Lingfeng looking at him with an expression of utter despair.

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Furthermore, the lyrical depth of this song was quite rich. Anyone with even the slightest bit of life experience would almost certainly fall in love with it upon first listen, which destined this song to inevitably go viral online with near-certainty.

However, right at noon, yet another piece of news broke out, and the target of this news was not Microsoft, but the MiYu 1 smartphone.

Do not underestimate Goblin's Plunder just because it is a divine-grade equipment; take a look at its attack power: zero, truly zero. The attribute box did not list any attack power whatsoever.

"Beheading?" Murong Lingxue shook her head. "When my Murong family collects a debt, how could we let Southern Chu snatch it away?" Murong Lingxue suddenly swung her sword, and the Chengying sword guided the "white silk threads," instantly slicing Shi Min into millions of pieces. Shi Min's blood and flesh splattered everywhere, yet not a single drop landed on Murong Lingxue's clothes.

These five pieces of equipment were simply too rare. Missing this opportunity meant they would never be purchasable again.

Although the essence remained unchanged, superficial window dressing was absolute necessary. With such a democratic veneer, the commoners would find no pretext to continue their revolution. Could they possibly still revolt in the name of freedom and democracy?

Yet N'Zoth remained entirely unfazed, believing that Deathwing had no other choice but to cooperate with him.

If the Envy Demon's scheme had succeeded and it had truly attained the [Time Drifter] class, it would have acquired the power of time.

These three individuals possessed formidable skills; having identified the direction from which Fang Sheng was approaching, they had ambushed him in advance along his inevitable route.

In his eyes, Lin Ye was nothing more than a loser and a pathetic wretch, entirely unworthy of being mentioned in the same breath as him.

Having spent many years in the Four Realms Martial Domain, they naturally knew how terrifying a Battle King was. To the Four Realms, it was nothing short of a dimensional reduction strike.

"Ha, then why did the two of you walk in? For fun, is it?" Lu川 curled his lips, suddenly drawing his long sword and unleashing a fierce strike forward.

The shadow dispatched by Lu Chuan to collect heads now sensed that terrifying heavenly might, frightened into crouching on the ground and wiping away tears endlessly.

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Chu Lingxiao's pupils contracted as he narrowed his eyes at the three judges, taking a few steps forward to stand right before them.

The middle-aged cultivator's gaze swept across the remaining people once more, shaking his head imperceptibly, before turning and tossing an iron-bottomed flying boat toward the long street outside the temple.

The terrifying life force directly repaired Feng Wuya's damaged body and even purged the stubborn toxins along with it.

Three days ago, they had faced Sun Qingming and expended an enormous amount of strength, leaving them with zero remaining capacity to deal with the Demon King General. Thus, they could only watch helplessly as the Demon King General escaped.

Ren Huang walked to the entrance of the Immortal-Ascending Tower and was about to step inside when two immortal swords blocked his path.

In a mere exchange, Han Yizhen's Yin-Yang Fiend Palm was pulverized by Shangguan Yunyao's White Tiger Annihilation Art. Following that, the White Tiger Annihilation Art pressed forward with unrelenting momentum to obliterate Han Yizhen's physique.

The "Old Second An" he mentioned was Wu Si'an. After a moment of thought, Xiao Yang realized it was as described: Wu Si'an was more meticulous on the battlefield than Xuanyuan Zhan. For a mission focused primarily on protection, assigning him was much more suitable.

He had not given Doyle any prior hints. The next morning, he requested to go to work alongside Doyle, which finally made Doyle realize that Xiao Yang's purpose for this visit was far from simple.

Although the national power of the Great Ming at this time was far from its former glory, the bearing of a great power still remained. Any foreigner who dared to bully or provoke them, regardless of identity, would be met with the most forceful retaliation from the subjects of the Great Ming. After all, this was not the "Great Qing" of later generations that was carved up by countless Western powers.

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