Volume 1, Chapter 69: The Young Master of the Celestial Divine Palace

Han Mu planted a heavy, echoing kiss on Han Qianxue's face with a loud smack, and then hurriedly departed, leaving only Han Qianxue and the two burly men behind in the room.

Flattering General Luo seemed to yield no particular reaction. After once beating back the werewolf, he turned to ask Lado, failing to notice the barely contained smile tugging at Lado's lips at that moment.

Just as he threw his head back in laughter, Chu Yunlong made his move. His spear thrust forward like a venomous viper straight toward the bearded man's throat. Chu Yunlong detested nothing more than such arrogance displayed before him, especially considering that Chu Yunlong himself was a total madman.

"If there's no food to eat, I'll eat you instead!" Li Jianrui resorted to acting shamelessly, even reaching out his arms as if to pull her into an embrace.

Some had already let their imaginations wander down a crooked path: "Damn it, I'm good with both a pistol and a cannon!" This remark sparked a burst of hearty laughter.

Lan Mu frowned and let out a deep sigh. "Brother Ke, my sister is with our father; I assume she is safe." His words deliberately skirted around the exact whereabouts of Lan He.

Zhou Ying sat in a daze upon the sofa. At that very moment, it finally dawned on her that she had fallen right into Yu Yanxiao's trap. Yu Yanxiao had never intended to have her; he had deliberately dropped hints purely so that Madam Yu would witness the scene that had just unfolded.

They pierced through the mist, banished the darkness, and brought forth light and beauty, while also instilling confidence in those embarking on a distant voyage.

"What did the divine doctor say, Young Madam? Are you feeling quite well?" Su Yanzhu inquired with curiosity as she helped her up into the carriage.

Su Yi hurriedly rose to her feet as Hongli walked in. Seeing him, Su Yi moved to curtsy, but Hongli reached out to steady her by the waist. At this sight, Qiuruo and Yunrou tactfully withdrew from the room.

In the beginning, relying on his profound martial realm and two millennia of accumulated insight, Ye Feng could barely manage to fight her to a standstill. Later on, Wang Yuyan thoroughly grasped the martial arts system Ye Feng had summarized, combining it with her own theoretical knowledge. Her understanding of martial arts advanced by leaps and bounds with each passing day, to the point where Ye Feng gradually lost the qualification to debate her on equal terms.

"You're not dead yet. Tell me, is there any sorcery or Gu poison capable of instantly elevating a person's physical strength to a certain height?" Wang Xue asked coldly, posing her question directly.

Who on earth could have managed to pierce the scales of the Fire Kirin? Since he possessed such formidable strength, why did he not simply kill the Fire Kirin outright?

Earlier, driven by the intense stimulation of a life-or-death struggle, Ye Feng's mental focus had been absolute, entirely consumed by the single thought of slaying the giant ant. This caused him to temporarily overlook the injuries he had sustained—the violent impact of the giant ant against his chest and the agonizing pain of his shoulder, which had nearly been torn to shreds.

"No, no, old timer, how can this possibly count as staying overnight? We didn't stay overnight," Zhao Zixian stammered in a hasty explanation.

With Beauty Motors' two existing production lines, coupled with the strategic layouts and planning undertaken during this period, and the partnership forged with several large domestic automobile manufacturers, the assembly of new production lines was now complete. Practically everything that needed to be prepared was ready, leaving them poised to sweep through the market and start raking in profits.

Awakening from his brief trance, Ye Feng realized that Wang Yuyan had misunderstood. Coming from a later era, virtually all the martial arts he possessed were gifts passed down from his predecessors, meaning he harbored no narrow-minded sectarian biases and had nothing he could not share with others.

Over three hundred matches being conducted simultaneously meant there had to be more than three hundred referees, and the cultivation level of every single referee had to be at least at the Heavenly Tier of the Sky Realm. Otherwise, how could they possibly hope to suppress these monstrously talented geniuses?

Seeing Old Wang San filled with indignation and eager to stand up for her, Hua Qingyan felt a faint warmth blossom in her chest. Yet this matter could not be resolved solely through the efforts of Wang San alone. Hua Qingyan's cold gaze settled upon Village Chief Zhou and lingered there for a long time.

Zhou Ziwei had assumed that today she would surely receive an invitation call from at least one company. After all, she was a marketing major, and her field still held strong market prospects. However, until late afternoon, not a single company had called her, leaving her inevitably somewhat disheartened.

Lin Xiu could not help but gently draw in a breath of cold air. If a mere one-quarter of its power was already this terrifying, just how overwhelmingly formidable was the entire Ancient Dragon Bear tribe?

"Impudent!" Xia Shan's complexion turned ashen as he glared furiously at Xia Qiu. With a fierce slap of his palm against the table, he sent the bowls and chopsticks clattering to the floor. The porcelain bowls shattered against the ground with a loud clatter, and Luo Xiuzhi did not dare to pick them up, let alone Xiaomei.

The Great Elder had no desire to let them ask any more questions. Having gone there yesterday, he thought the matter was settled once and for all, only to find Ni Yeixin taking things so seriously.

Seeing Qin Sihao swaggering about and smoking casually, Zhou Ziwei's face betrayed a flicker of displeasure. However, out of deference to Qin's mother, she held back her temper and merely shot Qin Sihao a fierce glare, which he simply pretended not to notice.

Yin Langge released Wen Yang, and without waiting for the latter to speak, he stood up and hurled Wen Yang's phone against a nearby wall.

She had assumed that even if he were cruel and ruthless, as an elite business tycoon of upper society admired and courted by multitudes, he would retain at least a shred of the gentle refinement and poise characteristic of high-society gentlemen. At the very least, he wouldn't behave like a crude, uncouth savage, casually raising a hand to strike someone who was completely defenseless—someone who had even once confessed to loving him.

Mo Ran frowned slightly. Weren't these two dimwits usually quite adept at avoiding harm and pursuing profit? Why were they proactively seeking him out now?

Lighting a torch to look, one could see a row of earthen stoves ahead, their massive cauldrons filled to the brim with soup. The firewood in the fireboxes still retained the dying embers of a fire, and the rich aroma filled the entire room.

As for the nobles and dignitaries of the Shu State, they did not walk the same path as the various envoys. Seeing Fan Yuxiu being summoned back by her brothers and taking her seat sequentially among the entourage of Yu Man and the others, Jiang Mi felt her steps falter slightly, unsure of why hesitation had crept over her.