Volume One, Chapter 67: The Suite

Bank notes, silver ingots, silver nuggets, jade pendants, jade ornaments, and even a few pieces of gold ore were mixed in, too rushed to count them carefully, so they were simply placed in the basket.

The old man also felt the share for the official was a bit small, so he didn’t insist further. “Let’s sign a contract, draft a written agreement, and then arrange for the necessary purchases and start building the workshop.”

Official personnel guided each of them to the designated area, then waited for the teleportation array to transfer them in batches to the Mountain and River Secret Realm.

Whenever someone on the arena was beaten and bloodied, the audience erupted in cheers.

Helping her sister sign her name—no one knew if the law would accept it, but that was something to worry about later.

Besides, very few truly responded to Fahai’s call; after all, with so many cultivation systems to study, why go through the hardship of Buddhist practice?

Though the frequency-tuning headset could only connect to the broadcast of one arena at a time, she was adept enough to multitask—using her phone to split the screen and watch two live matches. In this way, she could “half-heartedly” follow three matches at once.

Caesar sat in the car, lowering the window, resting an arm on the door and gazing sorrowfully at the villa, his mind full of Elizabeth’s voice and laughter.

He thought to himself: “This family can afford a few horses; look at their neat courtyard, their decent clothes, and their house isn’t just a mud hut.”

Roland continued, “I’ve just received reliable intelligence: the Fellowship will soon suffer a catastrophe. Many will die; only a few will survive.”

Many of the patrons had rented horses to rush over, and at the start of the evening, more people came than left, making it much easier for Gan Hu and Gan Shuo to rent out their horses.

Everyone could understand, encountering such a situation was a rare event indeed.

“Since Fellow Daoist Deng Ye has turned to the light, I believe our surprise attack plan can be carried out again,” Crimson Lord’s eyes suddenly gleamed.

They envied the Javanese for their colorful clothes and the wealth they had seized, and hoped to grab some precious loot in this war to show off to those around them.

They had scouted this area before—it was the den of a marsh toad, a first-tier monster, extremely poisonous, its strength between the sixth and seventh levels of spiritual energy. Even second-tier monsters usually avoided provoking it because of its venom.

She seemed to be in a hurry, dressed in a simple sundress, not even wearing makeup.

When Ye Fei and the others were teleported to the central crystal platform, more than a dozen students had already arrived.

Mu Li supported Xiao Fengxi’s wrist, lightly jumped down from the car with her help, smiled gently at her, and paid no mind to the cold anger simmering nearby.

The young man grew furious when he saw the four act, feeling as if a few ants had defied his orders. Just as everyone thought he would be killed on the spot, Baili Liancheng’s pupils suddenly contracted.

The original host, hearing Ling Xiao’s words, widened her eyes, unable to understand why her temperament seemed so similar.

It was better left unsaid; as soon as Xiao Ya spoke, her face turned crimson, shy and at a loss for words.

Even he had never appeared on the halftime show stage, and he had once desperately courted the Super Bowl committee, hoping to be invited as a halftime guest.

Wang Zixuan raised his hand, wanting to ruffle Wang Xiuying’s hair, but remembered they were outside and she wasn’t his real sister. He quickly withdrew his hand, sighing inwardly that Wang Ziming had such a considerate sister.

The four, astonished, hurried outside the hall. Stepping out, they saw smoke rising nearby, and a pillar of fire, like a fierce dragon, shot into the sky.

Lin Feng broke the usual pattern, introducing TB-unit-level holographic flash memory chips to the market—a heavy blow to the flash storage industry.

Strangely enough, after days of rushing about with poor meals and sleep, his physical discomfort—especially in his abdomen—actually improved. He stopped passing blood, then stopped having diarrhea. In the last couple of days, even his stomach troubles disappeared, and the wounds on his forehead and cheeks were almost healed.

On the Spring Festival Gala stage, the hosts all came forward, faces beaming with joy as they exchanged New Year’s greetings.

To assemble all four Heavenly Kings at the same time—this was an absolute top-tier challenge.

Wang Bureau’s face was dark and grim; he never expected these two world-class hackers to lie in wait so stealthily right behind them.

“Damn it, did I just eat a mouthful of shit?” Someone shuddered, clutching his stomach, and vomited.

Every move was precise and well-executed; the speed and force of the punches were impressive.

“So what should we do now?” Liu Fang asked me, his face tense and flustered.

Wang Meng suddenly snapped out of it, pushing Bai Xue away, sweat pouring from his brow—and Jing Feng was nowhere to be seen.

There was a strange sensation, as if his summons were confined to a certain space, without actually penetrating the world or spreading in all directions.

A bus pulled up, letting out more than a dozen flight attendants with rolling suitcases. Bao Siqi spotted Luo Qian and cried out in surprise.

“Hmph, Qin Chuan, just wait—when this is over, I’ll take your dog life,” Eastern Emperor Taiyi’s eyes flickered as he spoke. He wasn’t stubborn; he understood the gravity of the situation.

Zhang Kuang tried to smash the formation several times, but it only trembled slightly. The combined power of this formation was indeed far beyond any single array, especially this trap against his speed.

“Miss, let bygones be bygones. Since you fancy this place, boss, why not set us up at another table?” Qin Chuan couldn’t bear it anymore, speaking up, and the latter half was directed to the proprietor.