Chapter 52: Imperial Jade

“Cut the stone?” The plump vendor pointed at the rock, astonished. “You want to cut this?”

Around them, the other vendors wore strange expressions; some could barely hold back their laughter. This man truly was the epitome of foolishness. To think such a broken stone could yield jade—what a delusion.

The plump vendor looked at Qin Feng with sympathy and patted his shoulder. “Look, young man, I have some acquaintance with Old Wang. Since you’re buying the stone, how about I ask him to cut it for you free of charge?”

“If so, thank you, brother,” Qin Feng smiled faintly, ignoring the disdainful gazes around him.

Moments later, the plump vendor hurried over to the old stone-cutter and shouted, “Uncle Wang, please help me—”

“Fool! I’m done with you!” The gluttonous spirit, watching Su Lianjin take blow after blow, was so furious it couldn’t utter a word. That crystal ball had been used to test Zhen Xiang’s magic power, but after returning it to the palace, it was in such a sorry state.

His cultivation derived from the Dao methods of the Creation Jade Disc, assisted by a Heavenly Dao learning system. Though rushed and without thorough deduction, his efforts had transformed it far beyond a mere mundane skill — it was almost a true Dao art.

Meanwhile, on Cai Teng’s side, Cai Teng was at a loss for words. Not only was the Leng family frantically selling off shares of the Cai company, but even the Cai family themselves were secretly offloading stock.

At dawn, he rose early to practice in a cave, returned home at dusk, and spent the night brewing medicine and cultivating.

Once entering the spirit stone vein, the two — wielding the Bear Spirit and the Thousand-Refinement Profound Bone Talisman — along with the immensely strong Purple Sin, worked tirelessly, moving spirit stones with great enthusiasm.

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“Surely that expert won’t refuse to be our friend, right?” Hui Ruoqi and Tian Yuting looked at Lin Fan with hopeful eyes.

Fortunately, the spiritual energy on Earth was thin. If this snake had such longevity in the cultivation world, it would likely have already reached the Innate Realm.

“Yanyan, remember, always listen to me and consider its other meanings.” Su Mo smiled softly before speaking.

In mid to late stages, EZ’s kiting ability and burst damage made him one of the top marksmen.

“Cough cough…” Lin Feng spat out a fragment of internal organ. That he was still alive was nothing short of a miracle; his viscera were almost completely damaged.

The spinning Water Light Wheel sounded like it was cutting through electromagnetic pulses in the weak electric field, emitting a stretched electronic hum.

Aelia seemed oblivious, rising to pour Lin En a glass of wine with a smile, as if to soothe his anger.

Then, a diamond necklace shimmering with fine metallic luster appeared before them.

Compared to the busy public stable, working in a private stable mostly meant serving just the owner.

Her room was bathed in sunlight, but quite distant from Jiang Shi’s room. Indeed, as Jiang Wanren had said, one was at the far left, the other at the far right.

“Fu Shenyi, don’t push it too far.” She felt suffocated and breathless, unable to lie down any longer, so she sat up.

On Sunday morning, after breakfasting with Lin Hai at the hotel, Zhang Da awaited the arrival of a red BMW.

Everyone fell silent. Previously, when a male angel had beaten the clone Lin Feng to near death, Lin Feng’s victory was purely due to time.

Seeing the two separate, the tiger-eating lizard hesitated briefly before chasing after Qin Yueming with full force.

Actually, the few absentees were understandable; what truly surprised Li Xiu’er was the four girls sitting opposite.

Her hatred was so intense it was suffocating. Xin Andong only saw Uncle Yue remain unmoved even after being slapped by his own sister—perhaps a sign that despair was greater than grief.

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That man sat by the wall between the inner and outer gates, several wine jars beside him. He held one, gulping down the liquor.

On the fifth day, Lan's face lit with excitement. Even if he couldn’t keep pace with Jiang Jing, as Jiang Jing grew stronger, fewer people in the world could bully him.

Ye Zhiyu’s intimidating words landed, but the waiter seemed unfazed, as if to confirm that those two couldn’t afford it.

Freedom was indeed precious. In her previous life, due to frequent overtime and socializing, Li Xiu’er had little private time.

However, the Premier’s residence was a human forbidden zone; besides the chief advisor himself, no other humans ventured inside.

He had worried his mother might be upset, but seeing her sigh, he realized her displeasure was merely because she was reluctant to let him travel so far overseas.

Even if the opponent stood still, trying to overwhelm with sheer numbers, without thirty to fifty thousand well-trained Condensation Core realm cultivators or above, it was impossible to crush them.

“What?” Source Zhizi, anxious, spoke in the Haishan dialect, which the impersonator mimicking Han Jianfei did not understand.

Fortunately, though there was no system assistance, connection to the divine side remained possible, so setting up a safe house as a fallback was feasible—though it no longer guaranteed immunity from certain energy-level attacks.

Jiang Huo saw a dazzling light flash through the pitch-black world before him, followed by a deafening explosion near his ear.

Suddenly, his brain felt as if pricked by needles. Chen Yu instinctively covered his temples, trying to suppress the pain.

Having enough food, clothing, and money wasn’t bad—perhaps that had been Liu Qiangdong’s thought a few years prior.

As for the assistants, two were scheduled for day and night shifts, rotated by the thugs from the upstairs studio. Their work was simple—running errands and watching the shop.