Volume 1, Chapter 54: I Never Expected You to Be a Wine Worm

Unawares, the events of that night suddenly surged into her mind.

The necklace he had crafted with his own hands had been discarded by her onto the ground like that. Thinking back on it now, she indeed seemed to have gone a bit too far.

Yet, back then.

It was he who had concealed his identity to deliberately approach her, betrayed her trust, and even won her affection.

At that time, finding herself far away in a foreign land, she truly believed she had met a soulmate who genuinely understood her.

Seeing that Guest Elder Huang wished to see the patriarch of the Feng family, Feng Shou thought about it for a moment. Anyway, there was nothing of value inside—neither the gold and treasures he had previously boasted about, nor the manual for the Epiphyllum Sword Technique. Letting him take a look would do no harm.

Parked beneath the aircraft were two black Mercedes-Maybachs, with a group of five people there to greet them. There were four black-clad bodyguards, and leading them was a middle-aged man with a gleaming, slightly balding forehead.

Jiang Ming did not hesitate, stepping into the teleportation array first. With a flash of light, his figure vanished. Following closely after were Dyleria, the Duke, and the others. Osborne, however, did not enter, as he had to remain behind within the family to preside over the overall situation.

Although he currently had the intention to defect to the State of Chu and leverage its power to resist the State of Qi, and even recapture the territory of Xue, having lost his foothold in Xue, he could no longer fathom the true intentions of the King of Chu.

He then entrusted the defense of Guangling City to his grand marshal, while setting off toward Wucheng with three large vessels.

"Oh, right, Island Master, what is a change in job title?" Pitt asked excitedly, not a single trace of his previous dejection remaining on his face.

Look at that, this was how I was step-by-step tricked by them. After framing me to the utmost, they even intended to finish me off with their own hands, driving their savior—which is to say, me—to my death.

When Zhao Ping'an brought Shen Mengyu here, although it was only six in the afternoon, the spacious lounge of the bar was already packed to capacity. Not a single seat remained, leaving only the bar counter.

Therefore, throughout the day, old Jiang would punctually stay in the living room of the Prince's Mansion, only leaving at dusk. A week passed, and old Jiang remained completely safe and sound.

One of its front legs was almost pierced through, and it was gripped by the utmost terror. Seeing this human repelled by its desperate counterattack, the mutated tiger did not hesitate or linger for a moment. Spotting a direction, it let out a strange howl and sprinted wildly outward, desperate to escape.

Facing a pressure resembling the collision of millions of stars, many great sects trembled. Anyone who drew close to Lin Qingya fell plummeting down into the sea.

With the exception of Kunlun, the six great sects of the Daoist gates all turned a blind eye with one eye open and one closed, leaving the immortal cultivation sects in the two neighboring states of Ningling to suffer miserably.

Streaks of multicolored escaping light flew out, all of them carrying disheveled cultivators from various sects.

He picked up his phone and saw that the call was from Yang Xingling, undoubtedly concerning the matters regarding the acquisition of JPMorgan Chase.

Amidst these words, a trace of divine might erupted, and most of the cultivators immediately retreated, terrified of being utterly annihilated.

The defenders of Goryeo began their counterattack, launching wave after wave of crossbow bolts and stone projectiles at the Liangshan army camp. This was a moment where range was put to the test.

It was said that in this great battle of the Mingyu Sea, Kunlun gained nothing at all. Yet the current period of calm had been won through the hard-fought strength of Kunlun itself, especially regarding the West Sea, which had been abandoned by the Fish-Dragon Clan.

"I yield," Bai Sen could only utter these two extremely suffocated words. The blade blocked once more against the rolling body of the giant crocodile, and upon contact, a tremendous force struck him.

From what Bai Sen himself knew, energy crystals were generally divided into item types and equipment types. Item types served merely to enhance strength or replenish energy, while equipment types were even simpler—providing either buffs or skills, but all belonged to consumables.

Yet truly seasoned men would never make a move. The mere business of illicit salt trading alone instilled fear in people's hearts. Behind the private salt trade were invariably gentry and powerful clans, or desperate men running solo operations. Moreover, the illicit salt trade in Datong was inextricably linked with the garrisons and stationed troops. With such a background, who would dare to meddle in it?