Volume One, Chapter 45: Offending the Petty

Lu Haoran sat in his car all night, lost in his thoughts. He simply could not understand why Ranran, once as pure as a white blossom, had suddenly changed so much.

He still remembered the day, just over four months ago, when he first saw her. She wore a white long dress and was feeding stray cats in the park. Sunlight shone on her gentle, smiling face, casting a sacred halo around her smile. That smile was so beautiful, so sweet.

Qin Yongqi was a VIP at Shangfeng Manor, so naturally no one dared to stop him. By the time Duan Linglong learned of his arrival, Qin Yongqi was already standing before her.

“He’s probably been tracking me these past few days, but it was only today, purely by chance, that I discovered him—and he escaped. I can’t shake the feeling he’s not simple,” I shared my thoughts. Jiang Zhenlong was an old hand, a seasoned veteran, and talking to him could only help, not hurt.

Xu Qingmo lay sprawled on the bed, not yet up, when Wang Xiaoshuang suddenly pounced, landing heavily on his chest.

The more he examined it, the more he felt these patterns had an inexplicable connection with the motifs on ancient bronze artifacts.

Where they had just walked, there was no path, but gradually, a stone stairway appeared ahead, winding and twisting like a great dragon.

Jiang Yi returned to the company, fuming. Before Jiang Zhenlong was released from prison, he had already acquired an office building downtown. The moment he was out, the 168 Group reopened, and his first business targeted the Qi family’s shantytown district.

Shu Yao pointed to the slips of paper written by Huang Jun. “Look, on these pages, if we remove the materials for the talisman inscriptions, the remaining ones can form an array. The function of this array is…” Shu Yao suddenly paused, saying no more.

Just beginning to learn, having mastered only a few characters—it was less reciting poetry than simply memorizing.

Mu Huan propped her chin in her hand, admiring the man’s stunning looks; a face like this could astonish anyone.

The banquet hall was vast. Nearly all the prominent figures from the political and business worlds of the imperial capital were present, making for a bustling scene.

Meanwhile, Li Chi and Gu Yi had already reached the heart of the flower sea. He glanced at the barren patch of land and found the two gold ingots he’d left there before had indeed vanished.

These creatures were not large, covered in white fur that blended perfectly with the snow and ice. They measured just over a foot long and looked much like rats, except their claws were long, sharp, and exceptionally lethal.

“Mercy? That’s the best joke I’ve heard in ten thousand years. If he understood mercy, the world would be at peace!” Yue Ying’er showed no consideration for Yun Tu at all.

That night, Ling Changfeng quarreled with Yan Yunpei, pointing at her nose and calling her a fool, and declared that from now on, she was not to leave the house without his permission.

He clearly had the strength to resolve the problem in an instant, yet watched them struggle for their lives. Did he find it amusing?

The two soon arrived at the gates of Changming Temple. Gu Yi stood in a daze, hand still clenched tightly, unwilling to let go.

At these words, the three dragon beasts, like Niuniu, sprang up from the ground and vanished in a puff of smoke.

With a damaged soul and the barrier between heaven and man, how could such a person possibly practice martial arts, let alone break through to the transcendent?

Why abandon the stone-throwing machine and the windlass crossbow? Good question! Tell me, who can guarantee to eliminate them before the enemy’s windlass crossbow retaliates?

Qingxiu hurriedly unrolled the secret manual. The Golden Blade had four moves: the first was Blade Shadow; the second, Circle Split; the third, Ruthless Slaughter; the fourth, Golden Light. “What powerful swordsmanship!” Qingxiu marveled at the manual, sensing the extraordinary nature of the technique. Even at its weakest, it was a gift from the Elder of Destiny—how could it compare to ordinary things?