Chapter 63 Jiang Xian Wins Again

"There is no evidence yet, but once I have it, that will be the moment for me, this 'daughter,' to fulfill my filial duties. Didn't they say I was stabbing them in the back and showing ingratitude?"
"Right, I'll help you look for evidence."
Zheng Jin was the young master of the Zheng Group. Having him intervene in the Jiang family's affairs and go up against the Jiang Group was not quite ideal. His parents would likely be unwilling to get involved with her and thereby offend the Jiang Group.
"It's fine, I've already spent a hefty sum to hire people to investigate. I believe—"
A series of terrified and shrill screams echoed through the air, chilling the hearts of military forces and prestigious aristocratic clans across all nations.
"Are you crazy? With just our current cultivation level, what do we have to fight the King of Yue?" The Demon Lord wore an ugly expression as he held Li Chunfeng back.
The high temperature witnessed by the members of the Yanliu Research Institute caused the air to distort. Dressed in their lab coats, they vaguely felt that their attire was a bit too heavy and could not help sweating, as if even Princess Kaguya continuously lowering the air conditioning temperature could not bring them any coolness.
If not for repeatedly confirming that Luoyang only had this one Pure Land Temple, he would have suspected whether he had found the wrong place.
The land redistribution carried out by the proxy in Shangzhou was quite conventional. The peasant uprising forces could not reach the cities, and their focus remained concentrated in the countryside. Aside from Liu Zongmin and the others wiping out a few stubborn resistance elements, the rest had no choice but to bow their heads and submit.
It seemed that the Treasure Pavilion kept a massive group of divination experts; otherwise, without having been at the scene, it was hardly possible for them to reconstruct the events of that moment in their minds.
Afterward, Jiang Yuan did not press further about Luheng's orange card, but in his heart, he was already certain that Luheng had obtained it. As for not asking, it was naturally because the other party seemed to possess strong vigilance, and forcing the question would only yield the opposite of the desired result.
A sharp pain surged in her eyes, and Mu Ran hurriedly closed them. She could no longer cry, as that would only bring a heavier burden to her body. She regulated her emotions, and once the soreness and stinging in her eyes had faded somewhat, she opened them again, rinsed her face with clean water, took a quick shower, changed into her pajamas, and walked out of the bathroom.
As long as Qiao Ji could materialize all kinds of paranormal materials, there would still be a second shot, and a third.
"Hey, hey, hey, wait for me." Immersed in her own world, Yang Hui came to her senses only to find that the others had already walked a long way ahead.
"Why don't we look for Brother Hu? If he steps in, what is Ling Yu to speak of?" Song Ze suddenly suggested.
"Hehehe..." He looked at Wang Yu with a teasing gaze. This man actually didn't cry out, nor did he run away; he must have been scared out of his wits.
The Zhuge clan of Wuxing was currently divided into the eastern and western branches. Most of those living in this old Longxi residence belonged to the eastern branch, which included Shen Zhezimen's lineage. His father led Shen Zhezimen into the old residence, crossed the patio into the ancestral hall to pay respects to their forebears, and then guided Shen Zhezimen to greet the elders of various branches before hurriedly leaving the old residence to handle military affairs at the camp.
"Oh my, quite the fiery temper, but I like it. The fiercer, the better." With that, Brother Gou reached out to grab Lai Yanfang's hand.
Upon entering the VIP lounge, the person sitting in the middle chair instantly caught his eye. The individual wore a black round hat and a black trench coat, matching the description given by Apocalypse to the letter.
"Then what does he do for a living?" Lan Xin asked in a low voice. Ling Yu was sitting next to Lin Wan'er, and their conversation was heard very clearly.
Seizing this window of time, Lin Feiyang had Long Wu assemble all his subordinates to study the security plan for Professor Qian Li alongside the members of Quicksand.
Inside the City Lord's Mansion, You Fenghuang watched Qin Jun practicing his sword dance, a look of anxiousness flashing across her face. Ever since acquiring the Seven-Star Sword, Qin Jun had begun studying swordsmanship, but because his cultivation level was too low, he could not yet force the Seven-Star Sword to recognize him as its master and could only use it as an ordinary weapon.
At first, Sangliang of the Western Regions Buddhism saw Qin Jun acquire the Extreme Flame Demonic God bloodline, mistakenly believing he was possessed by an evil spirit, and insisted on eliminating him.
After receiving the ball, without a moment's hesitation, the tall player shot from beyond the three-point line. Everyone watched as the basketball flew straight toward the hoop.
Stepping out of the car and gazing at the sprawling villa and garden courtyard, Qin Tianhu sighed deeply. The world of the rich was truly wonderful.