Volume 1, Chapter 38: Greed

She paused for a moment, as if steeling herself for something, then took a deep breath. The corners of her lips curled upward, forming a smile that looked anything but genuine.

Gao Lin, having been persuaded by Gao Jiong, finally agreed to defect to Liu De and also attended this meeting.

Or perhaps these three were desperate outlaws who, despite knowing the prestige of the Falling Star Palace, dared to threaten him regardless?

It is precisely because of its close relationship with the two factors of temperature and moisture that tropical cyclones can cause such immense destruction to human life.

A flash of green light flickered, and the remaining medicinal pills on the ground were all swept away by Long Xing! Then, the frantic green figure vanished as it dashed into the distance, charging directly out of the battlefield and shooting toward the distant snow-capped peaks like a sharp arrow.

"Old Fan? Old Fan." Old Fan ignored Mo Song, remaining completely immersed in his own world.

With a sharp cry, he seized the left hand of an attacker who was striking with a "venomous snake lunging from its hole" throat-lock maneuver, twisted his body, and threw him to the ground.

"Fine, fine. I have to work for you for free again." The Black Wolf sighed, seemingly helpless, though the White Wolf could see her claws digging into the ground. The warrior's blood was already beginning to burn; the chance to challenge an unknown enemy left her spirit extremely exhilarated.

"My Lord, there aren't many stones left on the mountain! The trees at the summit have mostly been cleared, and we must save some for fires tonight!" Gao Huaide reported to Liu De.

What met his eyes was an endless expanse of grassland, vast and empty for miles, with no signs of human habitation.

Pei Feng thought for a moment and checked the time. It was getting late; he could not let the current situation delay his meeting with Fan Long that evening.

Hearing this, Pei Feng was slightly stunned; he had not expected Yang Hao to be observing him so closely and with such keen attention to detail.

For a moment, Fan Long’s men were thrown into disarray, yet in their panic, they still fired continuously toward the source of the gunfire.

She glanced quietly at Qi Yu, seeing him purse his lips as he looked up at the starry sky. The faint starlight vanished above his head, causing his jade-like, handsome face to flicker in and out of the light. She moved closer, inch by inch, until she could feel the warmth radiating from his arm.

During the short time Song Minyun spent putting away her stockings, Pei Feng realized that perhaps he had been too pent up for the past two years, and after returning to the capital and breaking his fast, he had lost the ability to restrain himself.

The other two waiters hurriedly chimed in, saying they could all testify for Young Master Guo; they had long since found Manager Gao unpleasant.

Li Shiqi understood as well. She casually took a stack of cash from her bag and handed it to the two security guards. They exchanged a glance, knowing this was hush money from a wealthy person, and silently accepted it. They understood the rules: if you take the money, you must keep the secret.

For a warrior capable of taking on twenty men, each with a punch force exceeding 500 pounds, it was indeed an unbelievable feat to the average person. But for Pei Feng, who had already stepped into the threshold of the "Hidden Strength" (Huajin), it was merely a matter of a dozen punches and kicks.

Less than a tea-time had passed since they left the garden, and he had hurried over, clearly having come specifically for them.

His guards, who were masters of the Profound King realm, remained unafraid. If their master was not afraid, why should they be?

Upon seeing the water stains, Qin Feng understood that the creature must have been a species that emerged because of the Azure Dragon’s saliva.

Immediately, the entire Xiaoyao Palace went on high alert, with key figures nervously guarding the perimeter of the formation.

Thinking of this, a sense of possessiveness welled up in her heart. She did not want the true Ling Yun to be erased; she did not want Ling Yun to vanish, she did not want to be abandoned by Ling Yun, and she especially did not want to leave him.

Hao Yan spoke while sitting cross-legged, waiting like someone standing by a tree stump waiting for a hare, hoping for injured people to come and purchase medicinal pills.

"What? They retreated? In which direction did they go?" Yan Tianhong stared at the scout with an expression of disbelief.

Stepping on a pale, icy sword light, Ling Yun saw the Martial Saint Sect’s Martial Saint Mountain Range. The vast emptiness reminded him of the imperial palace in the capital.

"Hmph, who are you putting on that 'I'm going to kill someone' face for?" The brawny man’s expression turned ugly. For a fleeting second, he had actually been intimidated by Ling Yun’s gaze, and a surge of anger rose in his heart.

It wasn't just the seven of them who felt this way; the many students in the audience shared the same sentiment.

Ling Yun and Sheng Yiren both looked embarrassed, wishing they could just walk away—it was truly humiliating.

Upon hearing that the Turkic prince had arrived in person, Li Bin had a bad premonition; Ashina Moke would certainly use this opportunity to stir up trouble.

"Brother Li! His Majesty has agreed to appoint you as the General of the Escort for the wedding procession!" King Chu, Qi Xing, exclaimed happily as soon as he entered the courtyard.

The death squads of the Li Jing Gate had acted, and none of those serving in the palace were spared. The bloodstains had been cleaned away, and the Zilan Palace remained as magnificent as ever, yet it exuded an lingering, unsettling chill.

Li Bin walked slowly to the side of the critically injured Guardian Zhai, took a bottle of the sacred healing medicine, the Great Restoration Pill, from his robes, and poured one into his palm, holding it to Zhai’s lips. Zhai’s expression suddenly changed; he looked at the pill in Li Bin’s hand with fear, suspicion, and alarm.

"Dongfang Ming," Qiqi called out, turning her head back, seemingly having not heard what Chu Xuanzhi was saying.

The escort team of the Four Seas Security Firm and the endless line of carriages began to move slowly forward.

"You should focus on recovering from your injuries first. Even if we find your mother, there will be a fierce battle waiting for us when we return, and we will need your help then," Bai Ruozhu said.

Lingling, held in her arms, did not seem afraid at all; on the contrary, it seemed increasingly excited.

With a white cloth wrapped around his head, its ends trailing onto the shoulders of his monk’s robes, wearing the black five-panel kasaya and split-toed tabi socks with straw sandals—everything about him carried a heavy flavor of the island nation.

Her husband, usually so affectionate and tender, had turned to strangle her simply because she refused to leave with him, labeling her "deluded."

Of course, understanding the reasoning was one thing, but even if the other party had hidden motives, it was not something he could control right now. Therefore, to him, securing the benefits was the only thing that mattered.

Regarding what was essentially an industry standard, Zhao Ziming had always believed that whether its precision could truly surpass that of competitors would directly determine the capital burn efficiency and the value of market share in the long-term market game.

These outsiders, who had seemingly been conducting their business quietly and enduring slights in Changling, had suddenly revealed their sharp claws today.