Volume 1, Chapter 36: Failing to Hand Over Earnings Is Considered Unfilial

To Yun Qianruo, the words sounded like nothing more than an unintelligible mumble. She blinked, signaling that she could not make sense of a single syllable.

Waking up the next day, Xu Huang scanned his surroundings and, finding not a trace of magical beast energy, could not help but sigh.

As soon as she opened her web browser, a deluge of notifications flooded her screen. She couldn't help but chuckle; there was no need for her to investigate, as the company’s official social media feed was already ablaze with discussion.

Yun Qianruo’s mouth twitched, and she rubbed her nose. If she really had fallen for someone else, would the "Ten Clans" include her? And the "Beauty of the Wind"—did he really intend to wipe her out?

The person from the Xuanyuan family followed behind, saying nothing, his expression calm and detached, as if nothing at all had just transpired.

Yun Qianruo’s mouth twitched again. Could this sword actually understand her? If it truly possessed such spirit, wouldn't it be quite a catch to take home?

"Not coming back? Are you suggesting my brain was caught in a door?" He raised an eyebrow, asking with such grave seriousness that the eerie sensation made Ye Ziyu feel more terrified than if she had encountered a ghost.

Xia Yufei lifted her hem and followed Su Yue through the corridors, turning this way and that until they reached a secluded dead end. As soon as she entered, she saw Su Yue waiting for her.

There were nearly one hundred thousand refugees in the Trost District, all living in wretched conditions. Previously, Xia You had at most tossed them some food; she had never truly considered taking any of them home.

Looking weary, she slowly pulled back the quilt, revealing a figure that would drive any man to madness. Dressed in a vibrant red nightgown, her perfect curves were fully displayed.

"If that’s the case, then fine." Ye Wan nodded upon hearing this, his gaze drifting intentionally or otherwise toward Wu Xie, who nodded back in acknowledgment.

"...Little sister, you got one thing right: this guy is indeed overly sunny." Seeing Zhang Lingyu’s reaction, Lu Lin immediately agreed with Lu Linglong’s assessment of him.

After Wang Lang’s explanation along the way, Sun Wukong had a vague understanding of what the Fantasy Park actually was.

Once Wei Chao finished grinding the ink, Zhu Youxiao dismissed him to wait outside the door. He then began flipping through the memorials, noting down the names of those who had written them.

This wasn't some imperial seizure; it was grounded in reason. After all, the Nanjing nobility had no business borrowing funds from the imperial court, and it was only logical for the court to conduct an audit now.

Honestly, he felt quite bitter, envying Su Yun for having a wealthy father like Su Changhong.

Yet, some rioters still clung to the bolts of cloth looted from the Xu household, refusing to drop them even while fleeing.

The man shouted a command and brought the boat alongside the mountain cliff. The old man patted the ox’s neck and signaled for everyone to board.

"The previous assets of our Jade Emperor Sect have long since been purged. If we want to develop again, money is an indispensable necessity."

"I will count to three. If you do not hand over ten times the contribution fee, I will sever one of your fingers."

"Right! Since you saved me, why not see it through to the end and just let me go? I will remember your great kindness for the rest of my life." Zhao Kuo’s eyes gleamed with the characteristic craftiness of a peasant.

It was evident that Qiu Deyang and the Fourth Senior Brother were extremely close; even with such teasing, the other man showed not a hint of displeasure, instead wearing a helpless, bitter smile.

But for some reason, Su Zhong, who had already walked up to the screen in the inner chamber and could have seen everything inside once he rounded it, slowly retreated.

The Red Lotus Immortal Sect and the Silver Sand Hall had always been at odds; if they seized this opportunity to completely eradicate the Silver Sand Hall, it was not beyond the realm of possibility.

Tu Zhenshan pondered for a long time without reaching a decision, eventually retreating from the ridge to consult with Kan Dali and Liang Jiahui.

"Let's go, take your weapon!" Per knew who was responsible. Furious, he grabbed his weapon and told Wu Yong to follow him; he was going to eliminate this traitor.

Nun Yikong was a mess of snot and tears, while Nun Jingxu simply pressed a handkerchief to her mouth, sobbing softly.

The two dropped Bai Qingling off at the dormitory building, then Zhang Yang drove the car toward the Lin residence.

If another Mahayana-stage expert appeared now, it was clear that Zongdong Heaven would immediately be plunged into endless turmoil and war.

Looking back, Guan Jinlin realized he hadn't been very honorable. Liu Cuilian had feelings for him, yet instead of rejecting her directly, he had used his authority to hand her over to Hu Daguang.

How could this be? The surrounding crowd stared with chills running down their spines, eyes fixed in horror on the man lying on the ground, his eyes still wide in death. Their hearts trembled violently.

Thinking of this, after checking the defensive systems of all the cities, he switched the map to Baili Xihe’s side.

Although Ye Feng’s words were vague and evasive, they could not have been clearer.

Moreover, almost all Indonesians knew Yan Yan’s resume. When they first learned of it, they were naturally shocked, as such achievements were beyond the reach of ordinary people. But now, believing Yan Yan to be a true god reincarnated, they felt those accomplishments were only to be expected.

Nangong Huai’s face turned from blue to purple, and he was unable to speak for a long time. Qiao Feiyan had finally caught on to what was happening, only to be left blushing deeply by Nangong Mo’s words.

The sudden kiss startled Fu Shuangshuang. She wanted to resist, but Feng Yange seized her wrists, leaving her unable to move.

No one usually entered this room, so Ximen Piaoxue did not mind at all. Having just finished bathing, she stood up to dress, never expecting Tang Tang to barge in.

At this moment, those from the Wa clan had arrived not far from the human race and descended from their flight. The twenty-some cultivators immediately took out medicinal pills and began to meditate as if no one else were around, as if they had exhausted all their magical power.

Thinking of this, he hurriedly dragged the map toward the sea near the city of Boston, and immediately discovered that Zheng He was absolutely right: the enemy’s military force was indeed massive.

Just as they were catching their breath, news of the Galaxy Plane Gate arrived, causing their tense nerves to tighten once more.

The Daoist boy waved his sleeves repeatedly, and droplets of water hung in the air, each one containing a bolt of violet lightning.

Looking at these four items, Lin Chen asked the system in his mind if they were similar to his Zero Eye Slugger.