Volume 1, Chapter 33: The Treasure Hidden Within the Jar

Upon closer inspection, the antique was revealed to be a clay pot. It appeared entirely mundane, a common style seen everywhere.

[Pot with a Hidden Secret]
[Earthenware]
[Unknown Artisan]
[One Hundred and Twenty Years]

If it were merely an ordinary clay pot, there would be nothing worth noting, but this one was different; the label above it actually read, [Pot with a Hidden Secret]. What could this mean? Zhang Wenxuan’s eyes widened in surprise. It was his first time encountering such a situation, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of curiosity. Looking closely, his vision seemed to pierce right through the clay, and this time, Zhang Wenxuan finally understood what the phrase implied. It turned out that this pot...

Given his way with words, his refined demeanor, and the fact that he had personally delivered the urgent report, the crowd was thoroughly convinced. Over the next three days, Liu Feng toured the city with Huo Wan, aiming to find Pang Tong and see if he was still within Hanyang Commandery.

Old Bai examined the scissors carefully with his shears. They were old, yet the blades remained sharp, suggesting frequent use. There was not a single drop of blood on the scissors or the cloth strips, nor any other suspicious grime. What was the rat trying to tell us by giving us these scissors?

Back then, when his family was raided and wiped out, he had been sent away by his mother to live with relatives. Bu Zhanfeng shook his head; at this point, it was impossible for Xia Zixuan to turn the tide. That was why, upon hearing Ye Mingzhu’s instructions, they felt both perplexed and fearful.

If she were to truly hand over all her money, it would be equivalent to giving up her entire fortune, which she was extremely reluctant to do. Yet, under these circumstances, with everyone watching and egging her on, she felt trapped.

Taoist Jinguang, in such a wretched state, had long wished to hide himself away. Seeing Penglai wave his hand, he ignored his pain, wobbling and stumbling as he hurried away in a crooked flight.

After asking himself several questions in his heart, the Second Madam’s expression turned grim. Even though she tried to maintain a gentle appearance on the surface, she was on the verge of losing her composure.

The outer city was mostly inhabited by the poor, or at best, middle-class families and visiting merchants. After months of trade suspension, many merchant caravans were now rushing in, unable to wait a moment longer.

"Then I’ve truly come at the right time." No sooner had Ye Xiu finished speaking than Tan Jun, standing behind him, heard two shrill screams of terror.

As for this magical artifact that boosted one's aura, it couldn't be considered a violation; after all, it was part of Su Chen’s own strength. Upon hearing Su Chen’s words, the four were both speechless and relieved. If not for the Rama Temple, they probably wouldn't be seeing Su Chen right now, would they?

I had been wondering to myself, since the Dragon-Blood Tree Demon is related to dragons, I wonder if my Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms could subdue it?

The hedgehog in front, having shed all its quills, now looked like a piglet; its round, plump belly looked quite comical.

"Spike Assault!" After exchanging greetings with Zhang Tiansheng, Hao Xiang unleashed his superpower, and a sharp earthen spike suddenly erupted from the ground beneath the Red Iron Beetle’s belly.

Suo Ying, who had been leading the offensive, suddenly found himself forced into a passive defense, barely able to fend off Ye Xiu’s peerless, sharp sword techniques with his own blade.

Now, as that voice truly pierced his eardrums and struck his heart, Malone was left with nothing but fear. Li Ru quickly responded, but in his heart, he became even more determined to leave Dong Zhuo at the right moment and find a way out for himself.

Yu Chao was startled and didn't even react in time. Seeing Nightingale’s furious demeanor, he dropped the knife in his hand and ran.

"Hmph, I’ll see what’s so mysterious about this. If you have something to discuss with me, why write a letter instead of coming yourself?" Bai Yu frowned and slowly opened the letter.

"Have you ever had experience walking the runway before?" Skipping over the uncomfortable topic, Hannah asked.

If this power were to be fully unleashed, let alone one Earth, he could manage even a dozen more parallel worlds.

That he could appear here without him noticing a single thing—who else could it be but Nidhogg, who had sent him here in the first place?

"It’s absolutely spectacular! Both sides have engaged in a fierce collision! The strength displayed by the two evolved Charizards has left everyone stunned. I suspect this match will be the highest-level bout of the Ever Grande Conference!" the commentator exclaimed with excitement.

In short, there were endless speculations about "How could this be," and many people even went out in search of "How could this be."

Regarding the current situation, the great Hongjun also felt quite troubled, and thus had no choice but to reveal himself prematurely.

Sephiroth’s thoughts were completely consumed by Xario and Yan Zhiduanye, leaving no room for any other factors. Thus, he viewed Diana’s attempt to defuse the situation as mere lack of understanding.

The Gourmet Carriage World Tour lasted two years and visited every culinary city on the globe. All food and lodging for guests were free, making it extremely expensive and difficult to book.

Luo Jinshi walked over; the room was basically no different from before, save for a slightly stronger scent of perfume.

After the carriage had traveled for the duration of an incense stick, it finally came to a halt. The driver hurried over to open the door for Haotian. Haotian jumped out and then helped Xin Jiao and the others down one by one.

"Bang!" Luo Jinshi got into Ji Shangnan’s car and slammed the door shut. Behind her, Qin Mo watched as the car sped away, kicking up dust.

In truth, at this moment, Fuxi already understood that no matter whom he chose, the chance of seizing the Saint’s throne was likely slim. His persistence was meant to resolve his own karma, not to add another Saint to the Demon Race.

The South City Cemetery was a place where every inch of land was worth its weight in gold; yet, it was the quietest and most expensive place in the city.

Just as Ye Canxue was enjoying such a harmonious and peaceful state of mind, an extremely discordant roar suddenly erupted from the street.

He drifted further away, step by step, following the sound of his own coughing. He seemed too old, dragging his heavy fatigue and decrepitude through the rainy night, as if slowly walking toward death, toward the depths of a hell no one could see clearly.