Volume One, Chapter 28: The Villainous Siblings in Dragon Aotian's Story, Part 8

The Ruan estate was designed in the style of a traditional garden. To keep snakes, rodents, and insects at bay, various fragrant herbs were scattered around the residences and along the paths, and the incense used was primarily chosen for the same purpose. Among the servants, there were even specialists tasked with pest control. Although some creatures could still be spotted throughout the year, they rarely caused any significant damage.

This particular confection from the Lingnan Fruit Sugar Workshop was never sold in Chang'an; it was supplied exclusively to the nobility, with quantities strictly limited based on their rank.

Although Su Yi’s tone carried a hint of mockery, he actually felt a profound sense of respect for the way Luo Feng conducted himself.

Qin Tu, known as the "Northwest Wolf," nearly popped his eyes out of his sockets. A sense of nightmare-like dread filled his heart. In that brief moment, his body shuddered, went limp, and he was struck down to the ground without any ability to resist.

Xue Meng summoned Dudu without hesitation and had the creature spray two jets of liquid onto the ground from its antennae.

If any descendant of the family showed talent for martial arts, the family would provide full support. If the opportunity arose, they could take his place and witness the magnificent scenery from the summit.

"No, that cannot be. It's impossible." Although she had never met her biological parents, Hua Hao and Yue Yuan had told her that her mother and father were deeply in love. How could the Emperor have possibly done such a thing?

"It isn't that old man Weng. In fact, Yitian Group was acquired by someone a month ago. I heard the buyer is from Taiwan." Yan Zhengxi narrowed his eyes in contemplation. Suddenly, he recalled the quietest man who had once sat in their conference room. Could he have been targeting him?

Liu Mu only required the interest and labor costs necessary to provide Soga Ling with everything needed for the mining operations.

"How are things proceeding?" Qin Shi Tian looked toward the sky outside, smiling. "Reporting to Master, everything is going smoothly. The Zhu You Sect, as well as the Mei and Gui families, have all pledged their allegiance to us," replied Bai Wuchang with a grin.

Now that he had encountered the Daoist Wu Gui, and believing his own cultivation was not inferior to the man's, Dong Wanggong could not help but voice a sarcastic remark as he watched the two men exchanging pleasantries.

Even if someone possessed the same Daoist arts and spiritual power as him, they would never be a match for Jiang Yuanjin.

After saying this, she prepared to leave, for 012 had just told her that Qing Yu was fond of his junior sister.

He was not wrong; he only wanted to grant Quan Jin a complete destiny and life. He wanted to see her free, unburdened by such heavy missions, and never forced to be a substitute for anyone else.

Yet, it was only after a delay that she finally realized what had happened. A surge of frustration welled up in her chest, and she was so furious she nearly had a falling out with her on the spot.

What exactly was this jade pendant? Even the most precious items could usually be tracked, but now, there was no trace of this pendant to be found.

A slant of sunset spilled over the mountaintop. Beneath the dim, golden light, row upon row of wooden frames were arranged in perfect, orderly fashion.

Boss Zhuang, sporting two panda-like dark circles around his eyes, swaggered up, seemingly trying to maintain his composure. Yet, he looked as though he were struggling to suppress a laugh, followed by a thoroughly satisfied-looking Yan'er.

The physician rushed over in a state of extreme urgency. Upon seeing that Quan Jin and the others were unharmed, he let out a long sigh of relief.

Although their numbers were few, the twenty-odd sword sect disciples present let out their loudest cries, using this to demonstrate their determination to give their all.

The Old Demon Emperor, like Bei Tang Yanqing, was a murderer responsible for the deaths of Bei Tang Yexuan and Han Yueqiao’s parents. With Bei Tang Yanqing already dead, half the vengeance had been exacted. Both Bei Tang Yexuan and Han Yueqiao held the belief that to achieve complete retribution, the Old Demon Emperor must also be killed.

Tan Chun said, "If I don't poke you, you'll pretend to be asleep. Since one cannot wake a person who is pretending to sleep, one has no choice but to use their foot to kick them."

Their travel plans were altered; while the employees went to sea for leisure, the two of them went to climb Coffee Mountain alone.

Sure enough, Qi Anxin seemed to recall something; she hurriedly scanned her surroundings, and a look of disappointment flashed in her eyes.

Moreover, in the current state of affairs, even if everything began to weigh heavily upon her heart, other matters could not simply represent the outcome of such events; it was not nearly as simple as that.

Han Yueqiao spoke without showing any mercy. Hua Wufei’s expression turned ugly. Having experienced Han Yueqiao’s sharp tongue before, he knew that continuing the verbal exchange would only lead to further humiliation, so he simply waved his hand and ordered his subordinates to launch an attack.

On her face, which was turned toward the sky, five fingerprints—like the legs of a spider—had swollen up, looking as if they had been carved into her skin.

Di Yuexi naturally knew what Han Feifei was thinking. Di Yuexi suddenly looked at Han Feifei and then cast his gaze up toward the heavens.

As a novice player, the man in plain clothes did not yet understand the game's rules, and he did not even know how to teleport to the main city. Thus, since being captured by Lucifer two days ago, he had remained tied to this stone pillar.

She walked to the restroom, took off the mask from her face, placed it in her bag, and then called Xia Ruoxue. Upon learning that Mona was feeling unwell, she hurried to Xia Ruoxue's location to meet up with her.

"Damn it! Damn it!" he cursed repeatedly, yet he dodged each attack by a hair’s breadth.

Just then, Xiong Yan appeared directly in the Heavens Beyond Heaven. Before him stood a Daoist draped in seventy-two colors of light. The Daoist held a horsetail whisk and carried a precious sword at his waist. Although he had white hair and white eyebrows, his forehead was smooth, and he appeared to be somewhat kind and approachable.

Through the faint light filtering in from the ground-level windows and the wooden door, Yue Chi squinted, barely managing to see the situation inside.

Shi Zhongkui shook his head without a second thought. The Primordial Lotus Platform was his life-bound artifact; even if the Primordial Celestial Lord or Laozi wished to see it, he would not necessarily agree.

Although the city remained shrouded in a lingering, oppressive atmosphere, overall, City Number Three was a rare, ascending city.