Volume 1, Chapter 52: The Heaven-Inspecting Stone

To see Chen Xuan's expression clearly, I didn't even dare to blink my eyes casually at this moment, but could only stare fixedly at him.

"Die!" shouted Edmund as he channeled his battle aura into the spirit stone in his hand to act as a catalyst, and then he forcefully hurled the spirit stone out.

"Perhaps we might discover something on Chen Xuan's side!" Although I initially felt a bit disappointed at not finding anyone, thinking this way immediately made me feel much better! I quickened my pace and ran toward the banyan tree.

Buying these statues and then giving them away for free to ordinary commoners—on one hand, he would reap benefits for himself, and on the other, he would gain a fine reputation. Why not do it?

"Hmph..." Hou Tu let out a cold snort, then turned her head to look in the direction of the Demon King Mountain, ignoring everyone present.

From the surface, the Qian family and the Tang family among the eight millennium-old aristocratic clans could be described as having all the money they could ever need.

As for Crimson Charm's actions, Evil Moon appeared quite indifferent. After all, everything was under his control. He believed that Ice Phoenix and Azure Shadow would make good use of his arrangements to make those seekers of the dragon veins suffer a little.

"Hahahah, Curse Saint, where do you think you are going, Your Majesty asks?" Haotian burst into laughter and roared. This time, he was going to deal a devastating blow to the Curse Saint and completely annihilate him in the primordial chaos.

After driving a long way, they finally stopped outside an affordably priced teahouse. Wu Zhou told everyone else in the car to wait inside, taking only Sun Xi with him as he went upstairs.

Blood Thorn Divine General could not help looking at Blood Demon Divine General with some puzzlement, evidently failing to understand the latter's intent.

Seeing that her mother was truly angry, Lin Yuejiao did not dare to speak and retreated to her room. After pondering for a moment, Xu Meifeng sliced a plate of pears and headed to the main room.

The dishes at Yuan Ju Fu were quite good; since it was a restaurant personally recommended by young master Qi Shaoiyan, the taste certainly could not be poor.

Therefore, bringing down the Yu family in secret, stripping them of everything so they would never have a chance at a comeback, and coldly watching them gasp for breath on the brink of ruin—that would be quite enough.

Ling Feng cupped his fists in salute and swept his gaze across the surroundings: "That Cult Master will surely find a way to obtain this immortal artifact in order to combat the Haotian Alliance!"

Unfortunately, with his face covered, if he were to vomit, he would only end up spitting all over his own mouth, which would be highly inappropriate. Ji Longjun had no choice but to forcefully restrain himself and swallow his saliva back down.

Seeing her brought up a mixture of a hundred flavors; her heart was jammed tightly with tangled reeds, so messy and chaotic that even breathing felt difficult.

If someone had a background, it would depend on the circumstances. If the backing wasn't strong enough, they could be beaten to death; if the backing was strong enough, it would depend on who was right and who was wrong. If Ye Xiao was in the wrong, compensation would be demanded from Ye Xiao's family.

Old Castle Lin gave Louis another two hundred thousand Xiyuan, telling him to buy copper and silver stones with all of it, or iron stones if Wu Kong refused to help.

Jian Han had no idea what was wrong with her, nor could she afford to care. Her own heart was fluttering with uncertainty as she figured out how to deal with Jin Sicheng.

Even during those days when she was accompanied by the vermilion rattan, he seemed to have forgotten all troubles and lived in immense happiness. Yet whenever he thought of the mining city, of the people he had lost and those living carefree lives outside, Ji Longjun always felt a profound heaviness in his heart.

The old man wore a gentle smile, and Qin Chuan was not surprised at all by this; he would have been surprised only if Qin Chuan had failed to find out.

Shen Yanzhi watched Gu Qing's choice. Last time, she had also consumed a lot of seafood porridge. It seemed Gu Qing preferred Chinese-style breakfast, a detail he silently noted in his mind.

The two arrived at the shop. Although it was not yet mealtime, because it was a tourist spot, tourists did not eat strictly on schedule. While the shop was not packed to capacity, it was still lively and bustling.

In fact, Luo Ming had also considered whether to simply launch it a day early on December 31st, which would allow him to ride the wave of popularity from the New Year's Eve galas broadcasted by various satellite television stations.

"Indeed," Li Cu suddenly realized, and without the slightest hesitation, he yanked off the black cloth. Ma Rila's corpse was propped up there, its eyes staring fixedly at him.

"What are you smiling at? Aren't you afraid that Chen Cheng might suddenly fly into a rage and do something to you?" Xiao Jiuyue asked somewhat incomprehensibly, her tone concealing a hint of anxiety even she herself had not noticed.

Yet under the present circumstances, she had no choice but to follow Lin Qingwan's lead and continue, for the power and status she desired were inextricably linked to Xuan Qianchen.

Inside a room that appeared to be an office, Li Cu and Black Glasses paced back and forth, trying to unearth any useful clues.

Qin Chuan wore a fierce expression. Why was he wasting so many words? Had they been anywhere else, he would have long since made his move and wiped everyone out.

"I won't go!" Zhang Qiling loudly refused. Are you kidding me? Countless people were eyeing Changbai Mountain; if he went there now and was discovered by the Zhang family, he would be completely finished in a split second.

Not only Rachel, who was sitting atop the mast of the sailing ship watching with rapt attention, and Leng Yue, along with Niyya who had come up to find Rachel, and Meier who could not sleep—everyone else, including Lahe, Luxi, Cécile, Mu, and Tiyun, had all come out, or were watching from the second deck.

That was not the burning of time; it looked very much like it, but in reality, it was not. It was merely the burning of space, which interfered with time only because its destructive might was far too immense.

Early the next morning, just as Shuxian was about to leave for work, she heard the front gate of Number 18 being smashed open. Third Master He and several ruffian-like figures wearing black felt hats barged in, and one of them kicked open the door of the eastern side room.

The portions of the three dishes were basically just right, leaving no excess food to be wasted. Thrift is a virtue, and waste is a crime.

Unfortunately, Tiger Cub's whereabouts were currently unknown, and Mao Douzi hoped to find this good brother of his in the vast sea of humanity one day.