Volume One, Chapter 30: Son, You’ve Become the Other Man!
With just a single sentence from Feng Yizhou, everyone present instinctively let out a long sigh of relief, the tense nerves at last allowed to relax. Mo Liang had given Nangong Yuner no chance whatsoever to defend herself; even if she had tried, Mo Liang would not have believed a word, making any explanation as pointless as silence. Since that was the case, Mo Liang chose to cut straight to the heart of the matter.
In truth, while everyone assumed Di Baobao had fallen asleep, she was in bed tossing and turning restlessly. She had only managed to sleep for a short while before, as had happened so often lately, she dreamed once more of that face she loved yet had been forced to give up.
There were always endless possibilities between us, and amid all the quarrels and reconciliations, I think perhaps this is the hand of fate guiding us from above.
As for the matter of leaking stock manipulation information to Guo Liang, he denied it resolutely, while the phone trace led only to a discarded number.
Cai Guoqing nodded, passing a cigarette back to Ouyang Hua. “On this point, I agree with the old commander.” Just as he finished speaking, the phone rang.
“It’s nothing.” Forcing a reassuring smile, she said, “My powers are depleted. Just focus on driving, I need to recover.” With that, she took out several crystal cores, absorbed them directly, and closed her eyes.
Although Chu Xuhua longed to take those exquisite mechanical beasts with him, they were simply too large and inconvenient to transport. Otherwise, how could he bear to leave them in that stone chamber?
He Zhong glanced at He Jin. For all his life, he felt his greatest mistake was not having left this scoundrel smeared on the wall; how had he ended up with such a coward for a son? When dealing with Xia Tian, he hadn’t dared move, and during the pursuit of the fox clan, he had already vanished.
“What? The Ancestor of Yin and Yang is dead just like that?” a cultivator exclaimed in shock. It was said that the ancestor once swept through Chaotic Cloud Ridge, felling countless mighty foes, and yet now, he had fallen to a single strike from Li Rao.
War between cultivators was a dreadful thing—when they fought, they left no survivors, always seeking the utter destruction of their foes.
Far beyond the Nine Peaks World, in the vastness of the starry sky, atop a magnificent palace, a towering pillar of fire soared straight into the heavens, burning in silent majesty. The guards stationed there were all astonished, whispering among themselves in disbelief.
“I see you hold a considerable position in the Bao family. Those close to you there are people whose words carry weight. If you hadn't wanted this, why would they have forced you?” Zhou Wutian remarked.
Quan Tianqi stepped forward, came before Quan Yuwei, and knelt down directly, his forehead touching the ground. For him, it was already a habit.
Though he had lost consciousness and remembered nothing of what followed, the power of his master’s slap alone was enough to tell him how furious he was—a single misstep and all would be lost forever.
Sealing barriers, the true qi of cultivators, could be augmented with magical artifacts or external objects. Similarly, once their power reached a certain threshold, they could endure for an extraordinary length of time. Some barrier formations could last a year, five, ten, even twenty years; for those of greatest importance, with combined efforts, they could persist for fifty or even a hundred years before needing to be renewed.
Jiang Anyi was left dumbstruck; he had barely greeted anyone upon entering, and all his careful deliberations proved useless as his hopes were dashed at once. Silence, an awkward silence fell. Jiang Anyi felt his heart sinking—so all his presumed rise was, in fact, a fall in disguise.
This suggestion pleased everyone, and the atmosphere in the hall grew more relaxed. As host, Siji greeted the guests with a smile, invited them to be seated, and ordered the attendants to serve tea as he opened the hall doors.