Chapter One Hundred and Fourteen: The Otherworldly Race Emerges

“As expected of the Heavenly Mechanism Clan—truly unfathomable!”

Suddenly, the gray-robed middle-aged man from Heavenly Spirit Valley fixed his gaze on the Martial Dao Heavenly Stele and slowly spoke. The moment his voice rang out, every human martial artist present felt their minds tremble.

It was the first time the gray-robed man had spoken. His indifferent voice seemed to possess a strange magic, carrying an awe-inspiring force that shook the soul.

“What formidable willpower!”

Under the pressure of that voice, Luo Hao guarded his mind. With the ancient mirror protecting him, the gray-robed man’s voice naturally could not affect him. The other martial artists, however, were in a different situation. Those with weaker cultivation already had a look of bewilderment in their eyes.

“Fellow Daoist, you flatter me!…”

When Prince Jian saw Feier sobbing, he asked what had happened. Feier then embellished the story and told him everything that had just occurred.

He contacted Yang Ruyi, and upon learning that Yang Ruyi was furious as well, he immediately comforted him. He even declared with great bravado that the slag-refining furnace he had specially designed to deal with scumbags was in its final stage of completion. Once it was ready, he would certainly use it to give Yang Ruofeng a thorough lesson.

There was no ulterior motive behind the other party’s failure to get out of the car at once. It was simply human nature. Normally, after someone you care about has done or said something, regardless of whether it is useful, the person involved will spend a second or two filtering those words through their mind.

As for the background of Yixiang House, he knew nothing about it himself. Yet from the fearless expression on Da Qi’s face, it was clear that the club possessed an immensely powerful backing. He had simply been an idiot to provoke such a colossal force. If they truly refused to save him, he would be finished.

Yang Feier already knew that the people from Japan had arrived in Qing territory, but hearing it now from Hong Taiji’s lips, she sensed a deeper meaning.

Just now, she had deliberately told Hu Na to take out the money. Then, with a casual glance, she had noticed the large amount of cash in her bag—at least seventy or eighty thousand.

But now that they had taken the initiative to call and say it had all been a mistake, the entire family, Yue Qi included, were so overjoyed that they forgot to give them a thorough scolding or hold them accountable.

Tsk, tsk—look at that devotion to duty. Those were exactly the kind of employees one needed: beautiful and conscientious. Without realizing it, Yue Qi had begun to regard himself as the supreme commander of the Great Tang. In truth, that was precisely what he was.

You could not see the man’s face, for it was concealed behind a peculiar mask bearing the image of a blank playing-card face. The three women addressed him as Lord K. As for his true identity, they knew absolutely nothing.

Not even one dared to slander his character behind his back, because no one could deny that the Heart Sage truly deserved to be called a man with a perfectly clear conscience.

Had they not sought her out, Qiao Anqi would never have known that her husband possessed such savage ambition and was so vicious and shameless.

Yet this gradual, step-by-step approach was imperceptibly strengthening his mental power.

By now, almost none of the hatred everyone had once held for Lili remained. Most of it had shifted to Hu Zhan’er instead. After all, she had risen later yet surpassed the others, making her even more envied.

Because in this way, the resource problem could be solved not only through direct dealings with a third party.

The words had barely left her mouth when they shook Ruan Yue into silence. At that very moment, an imperial edict arrived from the palace, and everyone hurried to kneel and receive it.

Liu Yaoxi had no choice but to rise again and walk toward the restroom. He stood dazed before the washbasin for a while, then very naturally picked up his cup, turned on the faucet, and began to fill it.

Liu Yaoxi suddenly felt his vision grow blurred. When he merely closed his eyes, he sensed something flowing from the corners of them and stopping there. Only then did he realize that he had thought of them again—and, without noticing, had shed tears once more.

But after arriving in Paris, the man had immediately taken his painting supplies and set off for the major art galleries and museums.

Everyone present could now be considered family, so Song Qingniang made no attempt to hide anything and directly announced the day’s earnings.

A trace of restrained anger appeared on Mo Yu Jingchen’s extraordinarily handsome face. He stepped forward, seized Ji Zili by the arm, and led her downstairs, leaving behind Lan Zhengxuan and Feng Wuhen, both smiling with profound meaning.