Volume 1, Chapter 28: Who Cast the Poison?

"I don't need Yuelan City; I only need Yuelan Mountain! Name your price! If you want a fiefdom, I, Qin Chu, can request another one from the sect for you." Qin Chu spoke firmly. All he wanted was Yuelan Mountain; as long as his stronghold could be developed within those borders, that was enough.

However, human memories do not simply vanish; they are merely sealed away in the brain during certain periods. By encountering environments once familiar, one might eventually awaken those lost memories.

Zhu Yidou never expected that his rebellious son would discover where he hid his ledger, let alone expose it so easily. Struck by a sudden fit of rage, his face turned pale, and unable to catch his breath, he collapsed into a faint.

Tian Xiu had only managed three words before Ruoyu tossed her bicycle aside and stormed furiously into the hotel nearby.

Di Bingxin’s face was as pale as a sheet of paper, and she emerged from the blinding ball of light, her body frail and withered. Behind her, there was no one.

Having struck down one target, Qin Chu turned his attention to another quasi-emperor affected by the Heaven-Burial Coffin and launched his attack.

Ruoyu immediately looked away, inwardly cursing herself fiercely. No matter how famished she was, she could not be so easily bewitched at a time like this.

Nie Wanluo had been quite clear-headed and excited, but at this reminder, sleepiness suddenly washed over her. Even as she mumbled that she wanted to keep listening, she drifted off to sleep against Qiao Neng. Qiao Neng gently pulled the quilt to cover her, sighed softly, and studied her face for a long while.

Compared to a fixed sword or whip, the flame blade was far more agile. It could be lengthened or shortened at will, switching seamlessly between hardness and softness—a perfect fit for her usual fighting style, which blended the tangible and the illusory.

Aside from the Qianxun Awards, there were also the Hundred Flowers Awards this month. As one of the three major music awards, it was typically held in southern cities and voted on by hundreds of radio stations across the country, making it equally authoritative.

"Furthermore, he carries the blood of both the Shen and Meng families. Which one do you possess? You call him 'Big Cousin' so fluently that anyone who didn't know better would think you were a daughter of the Meng family." Shao Zhen folded her long whip and pointed one end at Shen Tingxuan.

As she finished speaking, staff members on stage brought over a prepared guitar and adjusted the microphones and stands.

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With Xiao Zhiling’s arrival, Liu Beibei was completely sidelined. After a day of cold sarcasm from her colleagues, Liu Beibei found herself experiencing the bitter sting of being overlooked, a feeling she had not known for a long time.

Chen Jie was the same; the professionalism displayed by her close friend made her proud, proving at least that she hadn't introduced the wrong person.

The members of other sects were terrified by the Sect Master’s words. The Hongyu Sect was hailed as the greatest sect on the continent and had the means to eliminate the invading demons, but the other sects lacked such strength. They felt that if the demons were to invade them as well, they would have almost no chance of victory without outside aid.

However, Fang Xiao and the others had been in contact with Zheng Rui for a long time and knew well that he was not someone obsessed with money or prone to petty haggling.

At that time, she had been busy with household affairs. Just as she gathered her thoughts to go visit Shen Tingjun, Old Madam Gan arrived and spoke to her about him.

Mo Lin couldn't help but mutter to himself, but his hand had already retracted from the tree trunk. Hesitating for a moment, he walked straight toward the tree.

It is said that after Huang Anhua passed away, those jade rings, valued at tens of millions, were auctioned off and the proceeds donated to society.

Mo Sihan had spared no effort in searching for her, but what puzzled him was that she seemed to have been deliberately erased from the world, leaving no trace behind.

At this time, people began dropping by one after another. Zhuoyue chatted skillfully with the guests while handing out cigarettes, throwing a pack of Zhonghua to each person. After a while, Zhou Jian’an also arrived, carrying a large string of sausages and cured meat, and delivered a wedding invitation.

"Was it you who took my design drafts for the Jiangcheng Wedding Dress Design Competition and gave them to Su Lan?" Zhu Wuyou dared not use the word 'stolen.'

Recently, Zhuoyue’s focus had been on the mobile phone and WeChat teams, leaving other aspects largely ignored. No wonder Lu Xiangdong felt neglected.

Once Li Benjian finished paying his respects to his ancestors, they would first settle the household registration and professorship for the couple at Zhongda University. Finally, Lin Benjian would be invited to visit the Dream headquarters, where Zhuoyue would personally persuade and hire him to join the Dream Photolithography research team.

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Hall Master Xu claimed he wasn't cut out for teaching, and among his many fellow brothers, he was the most idle. Rarely found in the Taoist temple, wandering the world was Hall Master Xu’s true life goal.

Unfortunately, this abandoned park had been left untended for years, and the ground was covered in thick layers of fallen leaves, branches, and loose stones.

Qin Yinghuai carried the water, walking straight past Jiang Wanqing, and strode forward, dragging a sack with his other hand.

On the surface, all the members of the Bai family had been sent away, and it was at this moment that the issue regarding the medicinal herbs was exposed.

Mu Xue heard his words and smiled, saying, "Sir, you really flatter me, but you are quite right. I originally only wanted to be able to regenerate continuously. He never expected that you would happen to capture Liu Er last time. That truly allowed me to gain a massive advantage."

This time, he had been in seclusion when he was forcibly summoned by the Patriarch, which left him extremely displeased, but there was nothing he could do; the Patriarch’s orders had to be obeyed.

"Oh my god, the Yellow Immortal hasn't left yet!" The two gods bowed several times to the Yellow Immortal and hurriedly jumped on their motorcycle to leave. Just as they pushed the bike out of the gate, the headlights flashed, and heavens—a large red-furred fox was wagging its tail at them.

It remained frozen in the posture of wanting to walk downward, yet it stood at the very top of the high tower, like... a statue.

At this very moment, no matter where he went, Wu Tianzi was unstoppable and invincible; even the entire team of true disciples seemed to carry an aura of power, dominance, and invincibility.