40 Acquisition

Liu An noticed a crowd gathering in this area, their voices rising in heated debate. Hearing snippets of conflict between the two sides, he hurried over. He certainly did not want any incidents occurring before the competition had even begun; as the supervisor responsible for managing every aspect of the event, including the safety and well-being of the participants, such an outcome would be difficult for him to answer for.

Thinking this, Zheng Zha grinned, hailed a taxi, and headed back toward the Second Business Center.

A brilliant smile bloomed on Xu Jinlang’s face, and a hearty laugh escaped his lips. Seeing her so utterly helpless was simply too amusing.

The white ape, sensing the creature ahead, was on high alert. Yet, being ignored in such a manner stirred its ire. Apes are a unique species, exceptionally domineering and possessed of a profound sense of dignity.

Cheng Huailiang watched tremblingly for a moment. Once he was certain she had truly gone, he turned and scurried back to the Duke of Lu’s mansion.

At the same time, An Ruoran and the others received a call from their class advisor, informing them of their destination for the upcoming trip: Hainan.

"Heh heh, I won't lose. If I do, I’ll do your homework for the entire semester," Wang Lin replied.

In an instant, Zhang Yun watched as her mentor’s ultra-energy blade slashed across the afterimage of the Governor of Heyue’s mecha, the Nameless.

The red-tailed lizard dragon glared at the white ape, remaining perfectly still. It had already formed a rough guess about the situation. Clearly, the entire affair from start to finish had been a trap set by the white ape, though it could not fathom why the other party would go to such lengths to frame it.

However, given that Cheng Hai had already spoken those words, he found himself hesitating at this very moment.

As for Leng Youhan, he felt as though a certain part of his body, which had lived a life of ascetic abstinence for so many years, was suddenly and rebelliously beginning to awaken.

"These two blue-skinned and green-skinned people are as lowly in cultivation as ants, just like the others. Young Master, kill them all to prevent any future vendettas," said one of the men behind Wei Yu.

Gu Chen turned abruptly, looking toward the source of the attack, only to see the old man appearing in that very spot.

Gu Chen closed his eyes once more, ignoring the attacks swirling around him.

Watching the two of them walk away, Huai Yiting gazed into the distance, thinking: That can't be right, surely... how could it be? It must be someone who just happens to look like her.

Gongye Fang, who was currently commanding tens of thousands of troops in successive waves of assault, looked back to see his four wives and concubines, along with several children, aboard a deer-antler flying carriage.

If one called him a soft-hearted fool, he would not admit it; yet, if one said there existed a shred of kindness in his heart—an unwillingness to let anyone be implicated because of him—he could not deny it either.

Perhaps in their broken hearts, being able to survive was a blessing in itself, and they dared not crave anything more.

Hong Ling looked at our excessive behavior, utterly shocked. My face burned with shame; Jinxuan always acted without regard for the consequences.

She stayed locked away, curled up in bed for the entire day, recovering from the exhaustion of the previous day that had left dark circles under her eyes and a body that felt as if it were falling apart. By dusk, Tuoba Hong strode in.

The moment my All-Living Sword struck down, the entire space began to tremble violently. The corpse energy that had been surging wildly and the yin energy darting about broke free from their cages, rushing toward my sword.

On the afternoon of the sixth, Baili Shuiyue waited early at Qingming Pavilion. There were few people in the tea house, and the leisurely sound of a guqin filled every corner.

Meanwhile, Qiu Liehuo’s true self drifted in a stupor, falling from the sky, down and down, until he landed on the snowy mountain where he and Megatron had just clashed axes.

Mo Li’s voice reminded me of the product salesmen on television—equally seductive in tone, yet the items they peddled were of a completely different nature.

I stuck to my old habit, buying a bottle of water and walking forward along the street. I had always taken my walks like this; it felt very pleasant.

But when he rushed over, he was instantly dumbfounded. What he considered the most impossible thing had indeed occurred. Yet, why did Mo Yunshang, whose hair was usually black as satin, now have a head of silver? The Sky-Severing Sword only left its sheath to taste blood; why, at this moment, was only the sword visible in his hand, while the scabbard was nowhere to be found?

There was something I had never said: only those with simple minds like Li Lina’s, lacking any perseverance or independent thought, were easy to control.

Hearing this, Chen Zhifan didn't know what to say. This future brother-in-law of Xiu was quite the jealous type; if they were ever to be together, one could only imagine how chaotic their days would be.

Thinking of this, a bold idea suddenly popped into his head: to enter the Black Wind and investigate for himself.

"Ambushed? Who were they? How many were there?" The God of Thieves asked, his face tight with tension.

It must be said that when the Sage of the Six Paths distributed the chakra of the Tailed Beasts, he was exceptionally biased toward the Eight-Tails and the Nine-Tails.

With a flash of fire, Zhang Yiming was shocked to find that the flying daggers he had thrown had been deflected by the Undying Warrior. His throat remained unscathed, while the blades of the daggers themselves were left jagged and broken.

Chen Zhan agreed with the first half of the sentence, but what was this about a bonfire party? Did the old man really intend to start a fight right then and there?