Chapter 46

Huijue crouched halfway, placing his hand gently upon Yufeng's wrist to check his physical condition and feel the beating of his pulse. Nearby, the mobile phone inside Chen Xuanming's pocket suddenly rang out with a burst of melody.

Having been injected with muscle-recovery serum, Jiang Zhuofeng slept through the night, and the wound on his arm had greatly improved. Although it could not get wet, movement was no longer a problem. He carefully avoided the injury to take a refreshing shower before heading downstairs with Feng Qianyu for breakfast, after which he opened his email.

Above the main hall, the four grand characters reading "Impartial and Upright" appeared weathered and aged, yet precisely because of that, they emanated an even greater sense of solemnity and overwhelming majesty.

Tong Lexi glanced up at Xu Moshen, whose serious expression did not seem feigned, and honestly went back to bowing her head to eat. If she were forced to go to sleep now, what would she do when Xinyu woke up and couldn't find her?

Just like that, the tension in the atmosphere finally eased, and the scenery surrounding the teleportation array began to shift—Earth was about to arrive.

Xu Moshen looked at the late Tong Lexi, merely raising his gaze slightly for a fraction of a second with a flicker of inscrutable emotion in his eyes, before lowering his head once more.

The Huaxia Mortal Martial Association held immense influence. As its president, Wu Haoqing occupied a position of profound nobility and respect; even Chief Executive Long Changge had to personally welcome him at the airport. He was rumored to be on equal footing with the military giants of East Island as well. According to Molan's suggestion, they ought to visit President Wu at his hotel while observing the etiquette due a junior.

Giving up the long spear in its hands, the beast swung its fists, yet each blow was evaded by him with absolute precision. To its astonishment, not a single one of its attacks could land on Ye Qian. Ye Qian seemed to possess foresight, intimately understanding every single move it made. It was the first time it had ever encountered such an opponent—an adversary of such exasperating tenacity.

Hearing how Miao Li addressed him, Bai Shu was stunned for a moment. Could this slightly corpulent middle-aged man be the notorious fiend Meng Zong that Dong Se had spoken of? Having arrived at the Demonic Sect merely half an hour ago, he had already encountered a figure of this caliber.

The lump of flesh, protected under the Blood God Counter-Armor, was sent flying from the impact, and Shi Zhixuan let out a frantic and desperate plea for help. Right now, the only thing he hoped for was that Yu would spare his life.

There was no other choice; since the audience wanted to see it, the entertainment reporters from Hong Kong simply had to endure the hardship. Driven by the pressure and urgency of their newspaper offices and editors-in-chief, the reporters flew to the shooting location in Taiwan with faces full of resentment, determined to dig three feet into the ground if necessary to secure the latest information and visual materials to satisfy the insatiably whetted appetites of the public.

Countless talents had walked out through the gates of Shanghang University—some became high-ranking officials, some successful merchants, and others dedicated researchers.

Fang Dagun was not short of such money and insisted on paying, but the villagers stubbornly refused, leading to a deadlock. In the end, the township government stepped in as a peacemaker: the government would compensate the village with three years' worth of grain for the occupied land, after which the land would be redistributed, carving out the equivalent plot from elsewhere in the village. Thus, everyone was happy.

She was well aware of the family's hardships. Although her eldest brother had possessed several hundred thousand yuan in his hands when he initially withdrew from the entertainment industry, and had subsequently dropped out of school to find a job, the conditions at home were truly too dire, and money was needed for countless things.

Normally, this would have been a rather exaggerated scene, but coupled with Han Liming's lean and refined appearance, along with the natural aura of a Daoist immortal that radiated from his entire being as he walked in the Seven-Star Pacing step, it left Chang Mengqin instantly awestruck at first glance.

Hearing this, Wu Liaya froze for a moment, turning his head to gaze at the faint, beaming smile on the other's face, and could not help but look him up and down once more. Could it be that this fellow actually wanted to go up and compete?

The essence of a "poison pill defense" often involves granting existing shareholders certain rights, such as the privilege to purchase an increased amount of company shares at half price. Consequently, if an acquirer wishes to complete a takeover and elevate their shareholding to a higher proportion, they will encounter competition and be forced to pay a much steeper price.

Ordinary players are played by games, and a select few players can actually play games, but he was directly participating in the release of the game's storyline. This sense of accomplishment was something ordinary people could never comprehend.

After a string of incoherent and angry curses, Feng Yiwen remained largely unresponsive, but Chao Qiong's face had already flushed crimson from what Luo Jiyao had just said. Glancing sideways at Feng Yiwen, she realized he seemed entirely oblivious to the underlying meaning of Luo Jiyao's words; she breathed a sigh of relief, yet felt a faint trace of disappointment.

"Uh... alright." Ling Tanxue shrugged, took Mo Xun's phone, and dialed Zhang Xiaoman's number.

Amidst a bout of buzzing tinnitus, I snapped violently awake. Wang Yan was pushing and shoving me, her face stained with tears like rain. Once the ringing subsided, all sounds became clear once more.

Blue flames surged and danced within the stove, their fiery tongues licking back and forth. Long Ling placed the steel plate onto the counter, picked up the black wild turkey meat with iron tongs, and began hammering it rhythmically, blow after blow. The scattered debris displayed his wild abandon, yet Long Ling paid it no mind; at this moment, his eyes held nothing save for culinary art.

The priestess exited and closed the door with utmost reverence. It appeared she had completely seized control of this tribe, ascending to become its supreme leader.

Following a brief silence, a flash of white light suddenly burst forth, immediately followed by a white figure. The two streaks of light appeared almost simultaneously, flashing across the air, and in the next instant, as though they had transcended space itself, they materialized directly in front of Weizhuang.

Only then did Lü Su realize that she was currently high up in the sky. She boldly looked around to find white clouds swirling beneath her feet, gently bearing her forward as she traveled. With heaven and earth stretching boundlessly before her, looking down from above revealed just how vast and boundless the universe truly was. Such a scenery possessed an indescribable magnificence—it was truly breathtakingly beautiful.

"However, Elder Hong, this shouldn't be the first time someone has discovered that vine monster, right? There must have been previous instances. Tell us about it." Ping Yuanye continued to probe with his hands buried deep in his pockets.

Hearing this, Gongsun Shenwu, who was following closely behind, instantly changed his expression: Could Zhouyuan still be holding a grudge over what happened earlier and planning to have his father discipline him?

Therefore, Gongsun Tianlong had spoken first, entirely cutting off anything Cui Qiang might have been about to say next.

Meanwhile inside the inn, everyone watched the two figures walking through the front entrance, each unable to suppress the expressions of shock washing over their faces.