Chapter 42: It Was Nothing More Than Wishful Thinking!

After finishing the tea, Yan Yue said, "Grandma Qin, I have some aged Pu-erh cakes at home. I’ll send some over to you later; they’re good for digestion and soothing the stomach."

Grandma beamed, unable to hide her delight. "Yan Yue, you are truly thoughtful."

Qin Ze stood by, looking helpless.

Yan Yue glanced at him shyly, full of hope that he might show some enthusiasm.

After Qin Ze escorted his grandmother back to the courtyard house, he turned to leave. He was surprised to find the woman still standing quietly at the gate. As he emerged, he thought, if a girl like Dongfang were to have such a personality by nature, she would be truly vulnerable in this world of dog-eat-dog and treacherous schemes.

"Very well, we shall meet at the entrance of the main kitchen tomorrow, right when the ingredient trading begins." Chef Li decisively set the time and place for their meeting before departing.

Here was one person who was his own grandfather, and another who, while nominally his great-grandson, was likely older than his grandfather's grandfather.

Xia Yang found the walk so strenuous that it was clear: if any tomb raiders had actually come here, they would likely only be able to stare at the sarcophagus and drool, as no ordinary person could ever get close to it.

Once Chef Li confirmed that this was indeed a Starlight Ingredient, he could no longer hide the smile on his face. He hadn't expected things to go so smoothly; having found two Starlight Ingredients so soon, the pressure for the tasks ahead was significantly reduced.

Just then, Zi Huang stepped forward. She lifted her left leg and suddenly stomped down hard on the back of Song Yuanyuan’s neck. With a sharp "crack," she pinned Song Yuanyuan face-down against the cold metal floor.

The power of karma, sweeping through all worlds and heavens, reduced the soul of the Young Master of the Yin Demon Cave to nothingness, leaving not even a trace of ash behind.

"Whoosh..." A cold gust of wind blew by, causing Wang Jushi to shiver involuntarily. He turned to look and realized that the window in the hospital room had been left open by someone and hadn't been properly latched.

Yuan Tianqi’s voice continued to drift slowly through the private room of the hotel. Young Master Yuan had recovered from his deathly state and was listening intently to the story, his expression solemn. It seemed that as someone not in line to inherit the Yuan family, he had been kept in the dark about these secrets.

Even so, the light remained soft rather than harsh, nourishing all things as they grew sturdily under the generous sun.

Yet, Daoist Cihang felt a sense of loss, as if something had slipped away that he could never grasp.

Kun Long was jolted from his dream by the sound of gunfire. Without even taking the time to put on his clothes, he grabbed his pistol and rushed out of his room, only to collide with Leng Qingqiu as she retreated with her remaining soldiers. He grabbed her, frantic and furious, demanding, "What is going on?!"

"Master Yue Mei, please verify this yourself." Ye Bufei smiled calmly and flicked his hand, using his internal energy to levitate the Youth Fruit toward Master Yue Mei.

The afternoon sun filtered through the branches and fell upon her. There was a look of longing on her face, accompanied by a captivating smile, as she was clearly lost in her own thoughts.

He had treated them to a meal and ended up with five million more. Although it didn't reach Ding Yi's goal, he couldn't say he was dissatisfied.

If the original enterprise leaders cooperated during the restructuring, the benefits they could obtain were self-evident.

It was just like the early days of Western cowboys—the Blue Whale brand couldn't even finish the basic paperwork in a month. They couldn't even get the standard business and fire safety approvals, and there were always "friends" inviting you to drink tea. Who the hell could stay here?

Hou Junji thought too highly of himself, and seeing that Chang Mao was young, he grew arrogant and underestimated his opponent. By the time he realized something was wrong, it was already too late.

The second method was to refine as many ninth-rank immortal arrays as possible. There were many types of ninth-rank immortal arrays, each containing different laws of the Heavenly Dao. Refine enough, and practice would bring mastery; one could extract the Great Laws of Heaven from them. If one could integrate them and achieve a breakthrough in the realm of array refinement, one could ascend to become a Divine Array Master.

"As it happens, I know Ye Fan as well. Although we aren't close friends, we are of the same clan, so we keep in touch from time to time," Ye Fan said with a smile.

"Stop!" the agent, Wu Songbai, roared, thinking, *Is this Lu Xunhuan crazy? How could he strike with such force? How are we supposed to film the next scene?*

"Yes, yes, yes, our General Qin is the youngest of all!" Hearing this, He Ming couldn't help but chuckle.

From this angle, one could see his exquisite chin and his perfect, chiseled features.

"How was it?" Inside the Qin family residence, in the room just visited by Qin Shiyan, two towering figures stood.

In truth, it was quite simple: if Paul XVIII had unleashed that move, Ye Fan wouldn't have dared to be so conceited. But when Gattuso performed it, it was a different story.

That Xiang Yang could actually "recycle waste" and absorb that lightning orb—which was on the verge of exploding—back into his body was truly shocking.

"You didn't run all the way here, did you?" Liang Yubo asked, observing Shen Qianqian's travel-worn appearance.

The manager went inside to check carefully, only to find a check left on the coffee table. Nothing else remained.

If he had chosen to trigger the second stage of damage on the armor over the chest, it would have been about a hundred points of damage. While the two-stage attack was powerful, it was still just a normal strike, merely executed as a continuous attack under extreme conditions.

However, seeing others watching like tigers stalking their prey while refusing to contribute effort, he felt a bit uneasy.

The human world, when faced with it, was like ancient people suddenly encountering modern firearms—it was lucky enough that they hadn't melted the guns down into swords and spears, let alone practiced their marksmanship.

Ji Yanglian sat under the lamp, drank a glass of water, sighed, and remained motionless for a long time.

"Guys, stop watching. I'll go," Wang Xianglu said, putting on his boxing gloves and twisting his neck, ready to enter the ring.

Now that Li Dalong was the Master of the Hell Gate and controlled their soul origins, the Earth Fiend Elder felt fortunate that Li Dalong hadn't killed them, so he naturally followed Li Dalong's lead.