Naturally, I arranged it all.

Liu Ji was startled and uneasy, making Zhao Zhipeng feel uncertain inside. Yet, aside from trying to deceive Liu Ji, he could find no better plan. He only wanted the Zhao family to monopolize the Xu family’s brewing method, not to let other noble clans interfere. If he could borrow money from Liu Ji, that would be ideal; if not, he'd have to think of another way. This young man might very well turn against him at the slightest disagreement.

...

Liang Mengchu smiled even more brightly, then turned and walked away, leaving everyone stunned. They thought she had opposed earlier, but now she seemed to encourage the idea.

Ai Tangtang looked at me earnestly and said, “A Xiu, from now on, no matter what happens, let me be with you, okay?”

Tang Ye was momentarily stunned, feeling somewhat out of place. How could the formidable Qiu Ya, nearly godlike, this fox spirit, willingly humble herself so before the name of Tang Sheng?

In such a scene, how could Ye Xiaofeng remain calm? Instantly, he had already fallen upon Zhou Mengke.

There were only five Heavenly Realm masters, six masters at the three-step Nirvana stage, and nearly a hundred Nirvana stage masters combined.

However, some wore spiritual talismans on their roller skates, allowing the skates to move forward autonomously without the need to push or electric power—very convenient and practical. Naturally, all who skated were cultivators.

After all, everyone here was a strong cultivator above the Holy Path, but nearly every one of them had been trained by him. He was the teacher of ten thousand, the master of the Holy Path. Yet now, his students were turning against their teacher.

Of course, Ye Xiaofeng would never tell her that during their escape, he shamelessly took every opportunity to feel the touch here and there on Shangguan Xue’s body—not out of laziness or neglect.

Below were the names of attendees: Li Zhiyuan spoke first, followed by Hu Dapeng, Liang Mengqi, and others...

That night, Bai Shu cooked fish by the lakeside, having met many of Miao Li’s subordinates, each capable of handling matters independently. How could it be impossible without Chun Jun?

Amu Lian didn’t even glance at him, simply picking up a half-empty bottle of wine nearby and continued drinking.

“Sister Camilla!” No one expected such a complete reversal of fortune, and Angelica, who happened to be thrown into the air, witnessed Camilla being captured by the Yellow Sand General and instinctively shouted out.

Lin Yu was worried, thinking to end the battle quickly and head to the Dragon God’s Domain to rescue Lu Lingmeng. So she struck with full force immediately, her twin swords fiercely suppressing the opponent. The blue-haired man, moved by his sister’s tragic death, felt sorrow and anger, and thus refused to retreat against Lin Yu’s strong attack—determined to fight to the death.

On the surveillance center’s screen appeared an elderly figure, expression vacant. This was footage of the submarine’s exit. The surveillance center sent a signal, and the old man was taken into a nearby secret chamber, where someone removed his mask. After a while, excited voices were heard.

“Of course... he carries the Thousand-Mile Pursuit Love Gu I planted on him; how would he dare not obey me?” Lin Yu smiled.

The butler’s description enlightened Qin Huai—Ye Xian was the grandson of the old rival of Qin Huai’s grandfather. The key point was that his grandfather had never defeated Ye Xian’s grandfather. Now seeing the grandson, he began to make things difficult in every way.

Lin Yue dared not act recklessly now, and the wounds left on her by Jie Mu’s murderous blade intent and bloodthirsty aura were difficult to heal. Fighting now would be like striking a stone with an egg. Fortunately, You Zhen was loyal and protective, never leaving her side and guiding her to the Blood Cicada.

“Come, come, get on the bed and lie down properly. I’ll give you a massage to relieve your fatigue,” Ye Xian said as he opened the bedroom door.