Chapter 147: The Importance of a Lover

"Qing'er, why didn't you leave?" Fan Chi looked at Quan Qing'er, who was worried for him, and felt deeply moved.

After his fall from grace, the mistresses he had once kept all packed their bags and fled. As for the wealthy women he had been involved with, who possessed some financial clout, they now acted as if they did not know him, turning a deaf ear to his plight.

Since the incident, he had not visited Quan Qing'er’s residence once, nor had he answered her calls. He had assumed that she, like the others, had long since run off or was busy scrambling to find a new talent agency.

"If you are here, where could I possibly go?" Quan Qing'er stepped forward, embraced him, and wept. "You were my first man..."

The water reservoirs constructed previously had been opened during the calamitous rainfall. Now that the energy within the disaster rain had dissipated, the water had become ordinary once more, suitable again for construction and irrigation.

Considering the long distances and the inconvenience of transport, Russell simply authorized Marquis Arnold and Viscount Fred to produce their own thunder-machines upon returning to their respective countries.

Fortunately, Amakusa had at least managed to keep three Masters from the Clock Tower in check, giving him the confidence that he held the upper hand.

The gala had been underway for over twenty minutes; at least a few segments had passed, and seven or eight stars had already taken the stage.

If Du Sheng guessed correctly, even though the difficulty had increased significantly with the overall evaluation rising from F+ to E-, given the amount invested so far, it shouldn't be long before the lottery feature was triggered.

It was around nine in the evening when Zhang Chaoqiang was preparing to wash up for bed that Zhang Huolong finally returned, dragging his exhausted body.

"Most importantly, if an accident occurs, you must protect the spirits at all costs," Russell instructed once more.

As soon as they returned to the village, Zhang Chaoqiang noticed through his [Sensitive Ears] and [Primary Insight] that people were pointing and whispering at them from the moment they stepped into the village entrance.

Advanced combat armor, spiritual weapons, and modular spiritual armor—their advantages allowed for increased reaction speed and strength in the areas they covered.

Outside the house, sensing Hashirama’s low spirits, Itama tilted his head and spoke to Tobirama.

He Yunshuang watched Shen Tianxing until she finished speaking. Although the two were close friends, she had not expected Shen Tianxing to be so magnanimous.

The situation was thorny, and she couldn't help but feel anxious. The only viable path forward was to seek help, but after racking her brain, she couldn't think of anyone who could assist her. If Tian Qizi were still around, she could go to the Taiqing Sect to ask for his help, but his fate remained unknown—where could she go to seek him out?

Right, they were merely cultivators. She was still young; if she extinguished her own fighting spirit before even facing the enemy, how could she speak of becoming a powerhouse, or talk of slaying her foes?

Qi Qi stomped down hard on the shield, her foot landing with the weight of ten thousand tons. The leader of the Xiageng corpses sank into the ground, not even given the chance to react, before Qi Qi swung her iron rod again.

Seeing that the dozen or so bridge guards were about to attack Fang Jin, Su Huai shouted urgently, "Wait, everyone!" Though his voice was frantic, the guards paid him no heed.

Those who came to the Xuantian Sect to participate in the competition were all elites in their own right, usually looking down on everyone else. Now that they had gathered at the Xuantian Sect, as the saying goes, two tigers cannot share one mountain, so friction was inevitable.

A puff of white mist slowly exhaled from his nose, and Lin Liang suddenly opened his eyes, his expression one of confusion and disappointment.

Her realm was the same as when Qi Qi had swept through the Shang Dynasty encirclement in the Ancient Divine Realm; Xu Fu and the others stood no chance against her.

"By the way, Senior Sister, it's about time. You can wash off the black ointment on your face now. I guarantee you will be amazed by its effects." In a good mood, Chen Xu checked the time and reminded her.

Hearing this, Du Yunge understood. He began to signal Bai Kexing with his eyes, seemingly realizing that mere words might not be enough to persuade Xu Chengfeng.

At this moment, virtual advertisements were being projected along the roadside, rotating in turn. The ads featured the latest products from various merchants, the newest dishes from restaurants, the latest sky-and-earth travel packages from agencies, and a dance performance at a theater—all of these businesses were located within the city.