Volume One, Chapter 35: The Genuine Article!!

The elderly man in glasses dropped his words like a depth charge into a tranquil lake, instantly stirring up towering waves.

Wang Cheng'an frowned deeply. "Old Qian, what are you saying?"

"Could there really be any dispute over a painting like this? Authentic works by Tang Bohu do not appear so easily, let alone hidden inside a jar."

The elderly man in glasses observed it over and over, even using a magnifying glass to inspect the brushstrokes on the scroll.

His expression was one of shock. "It's like it—it's truly too much like it."

"These lines, this style, this artistic conception..."

"It is simply Tang Yin's habitual technique. Every painter has their unique..."

The reason for your downfall is likely the same as His Majesty's: you underestimated an enemy who appeared weaker than you.

As he retreated in haste, Rock Trigger tripped over a tree root. The distance between him and the suit-wearing skeleton shrank to exactly twenty-five meters—not a hair more, not a hair less.

Players each hold a deck of cards. The total number of cards is determined by skill cards, creature cards, and item cards. If the number of remaining cards in the deck reaches zero when drawing, it is judged as a loss.

Seeing this, Jun Hao immediately sat cross-legged on the spot, channeling all the primordial energy within him into the realm core, barely maintaining the image of the Yin-Yang Taiji so that it would not collapse immediately.

However, Qin Feng had already flown to a safe zone, while Zhang Baishan had been blown to pieces in the sea of lightning, along with the spirit pearl he had sent flying, which was also instantly destroyed.

The others also wore expressions of regret. Most of the exploration team had already withdrawn, but since Qin Feng never appeared, there was only one possibility: he had perished in the Myriad Lotus Lake.

What Ling Fan was doing at this moment was akin to engraving an array onto a weapon, etching a formation directly onto his arm.

Of course, before leaving, Jun Hao did not forget to erase the traces of their passage, lest someone follow the clues and discover their existence.

In the capital, there isn't a young master from any prominent family who doesn't beg for the chance to associate with Dongfang Qingxue. If she were to stand on the Great Wall in the capital and shout for someone to feed her, the entire Great Wall would likely be packed with the capital's wealthy heirs. Now that Qin Feng had shown an attitude of refusal, Dongfang Qingxue felt she had lost face.

She did not want the reputation she had worked so hard to build to collapse at the slightest touch, like a sandcastle. Thinking back to the cold and dismal state of the business during its initial opening phase, she still felt a lingering fear.

Further ahead lies Shanshan City, a city without walls. According to Prince Shanshan, this is a symbol—a symbol of tolerance and unity.

Having spent so much time together, the two had grown weary of one another, both believing they were doomed to an endless entanglement, their affections colder than before. Yet, like a released arrow, their feelings still held momentum and could not stop immediately.

To confirm his suspicions, the leader of the Violent Bear Group sent a shifty-eyed fellow to scout for information.

"Yes, Patriarch!" The other five elders, though reluctant, yielded to the Patriarch's insistence.

Meng Sixian nodded and led Meng Qi toward that direction. Upon arriving, Feng Tiancheng was sitting on the ground in a dejected state, appearing to be under some form of restriction.

Looking outside, it was only then that I realized what a grand display truly meant; the lineup outside was indeed magnificent.

Meng Qi stared at the old man in front of him in astonishment. A single drop of blood—just a single drop of blood. Meng Qi was utterly stunned by that magical blood. What kind of background could this old man possibly have?

In the Six Realms, there is no longer a Xuantian, nor a Goddess Qingyin, for he would never allow them to reappear in this world.

In the adjacent room, a dim light shone through the heavy curtains; it seemed Mr. Shen had not yet gone to sleep. Of course, it was not the time to disturb him.

He suddenly remembered that they had once been the closest of friends, each knowing the other better than anyone else. Regardless of their actions, even a single glance was enough for them to understand what the other was thinking or intending to do.

This move, "Star Fall," was one Lu Fan had used before, but with his cultivation at the pseudo-Golden Core stage, he could not unleash its full power. Now that his Golden Core had just formed, the sword technique was razor-sharp, cutting through the fire and lightning, treating the sturdy scales of the Blazing Centipede as nothing, and dealing it a heavy blow in one strike.

Such clumsy collusion was truly breathtaking. Lady Pei did not even know where to begin being annoyed; instead, she felt the uncle and nephew were pathetic to the point of being adorable.

But the closer they got to the house, the more afraid and worried the two became! For the closer they drew, the stronger the scent of blood became for Wu Qian and Liu Huaiyong!

Wu Qian thought the same, so he boldly approached the Old Ancestor Dragon. The Old Ancestor Dragon lifted Wu Qian’s left hand and placed his fingers on his pulse to check it.

"Father, Empress Dowager said that Mother had no choice but to leave us. Can Father tell me what that reason was? Yunxing wants so much to know." Yunxing asked Han Yanchen as they walked.

Moreover, he had already inherited the title, and his father had handed him the seal representing the Rongguo Mansion on his deathbed. He was the heir to the Rongguo Mansion; moving to the Rongxi Hall was merely a formality—he would be living in a house regardless.

Wang Xifeng covered the smile at the corner of her mouth with a handkerchief. Just as the noble consort had said, some matters could be suppressed entirely by using the old lady's methods. It was well worth the effort she had spent currying favor in the old lady's courtyard after receiving the news.

Upon seeing the magistrate, the two presented conflicting stories. The magistrate felt a headache coming on; it was not that he couldn't discern the facts, but the matter involved "outlanders," which was difficult to handle. After all, not all outlanders were weak and easy to bully; some tribes were quite fierce and overbearing. If things were not handled well, the blame would fall entirely on him.

Wang Xifeng took it with delight. It was better for the red envelope to be thin; a thin one meant the contents were extraordinary.

The black-clad warriors surrounding them seemed to have been prepared for some time; they swarmed forward, blades drawn, attempting to intercept him.

If you say that scientific research requires capital investment, then these big shots would certainly not be soft-hearted.

Ling Feng looked in the direction of the gesture and couldn't help but admire the man; anyone who could maintain a clear head at a time like this was truly no simple character.

Furthermore, from the battle a few days ago, Yan Motian could sense the shift in Ling Feng's state of mind at that time.

"Brother! Can't you be a bit more ruthless and finish it in one go? What if he calls for backup? Wouldn't that delay things?" Ji Kai complained anxiously.

It was evident how much mental and physical effort Liu Huaidong had expended when placing that silver needle just now.