Volume 1, Chapter 22: Liu Zhiyue’s Choice

The person sitting on the sofa was none other than Liu Zhiyue’s father, Liu Yuanming, the chairman of the Caiyun City Chamber of Commerce.

Liu Yuanming set down his newspaper upon hearing this and exhaled a long plume of smoke.

"What did Long Chun say?"

"Captain Long said that if he’s dead, he’s dead; we don't need to concern ourselves with him. We just need to finish the tasks they assigned us as soon as possible."

Liu Yuanming nodded. "Understood. Go and focus on advancing your cultivation."

He then picked up the newspaper, intending to continue reading. However, Liu Zhiyue did not move.

A flicker of confusion crossed Liu Yuanming’s eyes. "Zhiyue, what is it?"

Liu Zhiyue bit her lower lip gently, hesitating for a long time before finally speaking: "Dad, I don't understand."

Yan Shisan pondered for a moment. To call this "meager assets"—you really are someone who looks down on everything, aren't you? Anywhere else, people wouldn't do anything but complain about being poor and hoard their wealth.

Alan initially thought this was just an ordinary cave, but after walking for a while, he realized it was less of a cave and more of a secret passage.

Lei Xiu’s "Mad Cherry" eliminated another ghost. Ye Lan’s exorcism gun worked in tandem with Lei Xiu to fend off the continuously appearing spirits, but they had reached a point where there was nowhere left to run.

As time passed, finding herself so realistically immersed in a scene from her own memories, Yuntu’s emotions were complex. She feared the past; she feared seeing the beauty that once was.

"Forget it, I’ll think about this later. The first priority is to report the good news to His Majesty," Zhu Houhuang thought to himself. He did not know if his report of victory would allow him to gain further favor in the eyes of Emperor Zhengde.

"That’s not a dragon; it’s a hand," Guan Xian said, his thick brows furrowed. Everyone present gasped in cold shock.

She was warmly invited to rest at the home of Da Mao Tou’s mother, watching from the window as Da Mao Tou hauled timber, hammering away to build her a house.

"The dishes at this inn are quite exquisite," Cang Luochen, who hadn't had a proper meal in days, felt his mood improve significantly at the sight.

When Liuzi saw that the person appearing before her was Bai Lu, she was deeply shocked. She never expected to see him again, and she had even steeled herself, prepared to be killed by him.

Yu Gang, seeing the situation, was at a loss for words. Students today were indeed hard to manage. Although he felt Tao Ran didn't seem like a bad person after talking, it was impossible for them, as teachers, to just stand by and watch their student go ghost-hunting with an unreliable character like him.

There was no food provided tonight, so one had to be wary of those who might sneak into the kitchen to steal supplies. Su Fei had just been inspecting the security of the kitchen.

In Jingzhou, Liu Qi hosted a banquet for the gentry who had voluntarily surrendered, then ordered Yu Fan to lecture at the provincial academy.

"I would never lie to you." Regarding the forbidden spell, Jate held nothing back, mostly because he didn't know much himself.

"My son has done well. Your father is deeply gratified. Today, I promise you: the day the Crown Prince returns in triumph, he shall act as regent and oversee the affairs of the Great Shang!" Yin Hong’s heart swelled with joy; he knelt to thank King Zhou, swearing an oath to defeat the Zhou army within a month.

This incident was also my fault for not confessing to Eun-chan sooner, for not expressing my feelings earlier, which led her to give up on me after repeated disappointments.

But he truly felt a powerful surge of wind element energy. What kind of ability was this, and who exactly was this Zhao Qiankun?

At that moment, the Fire Emperor beside him waved his hand, and an invisible flame climbed onto the monster’s body, beginning a silent incineration. In an instant, its shell was consumed like burning spirit paper, as if devoured by space itself, dissolving into nothingness and drifting away as dust.

In particular, the painting on the wall was one Liang Ye had painted herself years ago, inscribed with the words, "Harmony in the family leads to prosperity in all things."

It was just that these two required far too many Divine Crystals: 300,000 for the Yijin Jing and 500,000 for the Xuan Yin Manual. If he used the system’s ridiculous method to cultivate them, it would be too extreme—for the Yijin Jing, one had to be beaten to the brink of death, and a full nine times at that.

"Oh my, Captain, this batch of weapons you’ve forged is truly excellent!" As soon as they met, Xue Ping couldn't help but touch the weapons Yin Yue had brought.

The disciples of the Sky Academy fell into a panic, running out to find help. By the time the Sages of the Boundless Palace arrived, it was already too late.

After Ning Xian took his leave of the Lu residence, his car finally reached the vicinity of an inn. Before he could get home, he saw his younger brother, Ning Rong, looking unwell, so he quickly helped him into the nearest inn and asked the innkeeper to fetch a doctor.

"Liangchen, that old hag has finally kicked the bucket. When you see her on the other side, give her a good beating!" Wei Nanfeng said, a glint of cruelty flashing in his eyes.

Xiang Feng and Li Xuanba exchanged glances, both confirming their thoughts. Before they set out, they had already sensed that the demonic cultivators had an overwhelming advantage in power attributes, and seeing it now with their own eyes through the Nifeng confirmed it further.

When Wei Chi Liang began to describe the current blood demon invasion as being as regular and predictable as in the past, Chang Huan couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Right, let me introduce you. This is Yin Mingjuan, my good friend, and this is Sun Jiawei, a professional lawyer," Xie Feifan introduced.

He stepped down lightly, and with a thunderous crack—as if an ancient azure dragon were roaring in the sky—a bottomless, pitch-black fissure tore open from beneath his feet, instantly striking toward the safe square tiles where the Green Lightning City God stood.

"It's nothing, just some personal matters," Xie Feifan said casually, then composed himself.

Dr. Dai was no longer the child who feared being captured by the Japanese for human drug experiments.