Volume 1, Chapter 31: I Only Need Seven Days

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As for He Mingqiu, he is a young man of great promise with an impressive record of achievements. Within the sect, he is a renowned young sword cultivator of extraordinary strength.

"Are you insane? Do I even know you? Furthermore, if you continue to slander Mr. Lu, I will have you thrown out immediately!" Zhang Qingfan shouted in a voice filled with anger.

This demonic treasure is capable of absorbing human negative emotions—invisible burdens such as anxiety, tension, pain, agitation, depression, sorrow, rage, and resentment.

Naturally, the Tianwen Sect cannot compare to the wealth and influence of the Medicine Sect or the Talisman Sect; therefore, the various grand competitions within the Tianwen Sect are more about honor than material rewards. Of course, everyone craves fame and fortune, and for combative sword cultivators, climbing the rankings is more than enough to entice them.

Facing the oppressive, apocalyptic dark red sky and the yellowish sun that resembled the Eye of an Evil God, Luo Fu waved his hand.

Logically speaking, she ought to desire to bear a child, if only to firmly secure her position as Mrs. Gu and prevent others from coveting it.

As she pulled the curtain halfway, a hand reached out from the other side. Su Yuyi, assuming it was Shichun, instinctively reached out to take it.

The butler was slightly stunned. He had expected the master to stand up for the mistress, but he did not anticipate him brushing the matter aside so lightly.

He was well aware of what Lu Xuan had studied in school and the level of medical expertise he possessed upon graduation.

Previously, no matter how close the father and son had been, once power became involved, estrangement was inevitable; trust had vanished entirely.

This final chapter of history eventually became an epic. From that point on, those in the cultivation world were forbidden from participating in the struggles of the mortal realm.

At first, Rogerte had brought everyone along, intending to take Shaben and Pablo away, but upon seeing that they were living the lives they had once envied, their faces radiant with happy smiles, he abandoned the idea.

For Wang Xuanyuan, such a production budget was undoubtedly a major attraction. A larger budget meant grander filming scenes, more moving plot points, and more explosive action sequences. Compared to the fifteen million dollar budget Reeves had offered him, this was an increase of ten million.

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Through the memories of the Full Moon Dragon, Long Ji, whose spirit was linked to it, felt the heaviness from the depths of Shen Cai’s heart. Yet, what he did not know—and what Shen Cai had hidden from him—was why he was so determined to bring about his own death.

The Mo Lord and the Demon Race were not a nation participating in the war, so they were naturally content to remain idle. The Mo Lord continued as he always had: handling official duties in the morning and indulging in food and entertainment in the afternoon, living quite comfortably.

Xue Huan and Ling Han had ceased their offensive for the time being, but they remained in the area to prevent Yan Qie from making any further moves.

Ruoyu spotted Keke dressed in her server’s uniform at a glance. He walked over and stood to the side, waving at her, careful not to disturb her work, as he knew she was busy.

"Are you saying you knew my father beforehand?" Yuxuan could never have imagined that his father would have any connection with Keke.

She replied immediately: "Then let’s do it this afternoon. I am in Hankou. Should I come to find you, or will you come to find me?"

Crackling sounds erupted incessantly. Branches, bark, and trunks—wherever the fire passed, they vanished instantly. The crooked tree began to shake violently, as if caught in a gale.

The Ming Sect did indeed engage in some covert activities against the imperial court, such as raiding official salt stores or targeting corrupt officials, but these were done in secret. The people of the Jianghu were unaware of them, so the question remained: how did the other party know?

"Investigate who is responsible for these reports. I want to see who is spreading these rumors! Also, warn the owners of these newspapers!" Dongfang Yi said, tapping his fingers against the headline of the paper.

Zhu Qinyun woke up drenched in sweat from a nightmare in which Gong Shiqin’s disfigured face kept appearing. After a long while, she calmed her heart. Feeling thirsty, she climbed out of bed and drained the tea on the table in several large gulps.

"Uncle, just tell me. Was it destroyed just now?" Ye Yu vaguely felt that the prayer beads had undergone a drastic change; could they have been damaged by the Dao array?

Gong Shiqin was carried back. His entire face was wrapped in cloth, with blood seeping through the white bandages. One could easily imagine that his face had been completely ruined. He groaned in agony, his breathing shallow, occasionally twitching.

Ye Shuqing also hadn't slept all night, feeling both excited and nervous. What excited her was the prospect of finally participating in the proprietary trading business—a dream she had long cherished.

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Forget about being punched a few times; even if one were to carve flesh from his body, he would not blink an eye.

Seeing Gong Shiqin staring fixedly in one direction, Qi Chengwu and the others naturally turned to look as well. They were baffled to see two handsome young men approaching with hostile expressions.

"Oh no, the secret is out!" Xuan Long covered his mouth with one claw. Rolling his eyes, he looked back and saw Mu Yuhua watching him. Feeling incredibly awkward, he darted away and dove into Ye Yu’s embrace.

The Betrayer Alliance—Deng Chao, Li Chen, and Baby: selfish desires had consumed their hearts. Now, they only wanted to find the blueprints, research weapons, and sell them at a high price to warring nations. Never doubt their research capabilities; the power behind a top-tier agent is beyond imagination.

Gazing at the black-robed young man standing in the arena with his hands behind his back and a sword in his grip, countless people stared in stunned silence. Had the notorious "Sand’s Retribution" really fallen to a young man who, until moments ago, was only a God-ranked King?

Bai Mian also received the message from his Wood Clone: one team had already arrived, and the other was not far behind.

"Why were you so angry just now?" Jiang Yan asked seriously; he had to clarify this. "We will be husband and wife in the future; we must cultivate our feelings slowly." If he were to be beaten every time he kissed Wei Lan, wouldn't he be the most wronged person in the world?

"I’ve changed? How have I changed?" Qiao Ruoyin’s words and stern expression genuinely startled Fu Jingci, who immediately asked, while simultaneously reflecting on his own behavior in his heart.

"This... could it be that a large number of ninjas used Fire Release... no... it is impossible for that many Fire Release ninjas to have infiltrated the exam site..." Kakashi pondered.