Volume 1, Chapter 26: Shen Qingzhu Belittles Nannan

"This..."
The people around them exchanged bewildered glances.
Fu Yichen also stood stunned for two seconds. Once he processed what had happened, he was overcome with ecstatic joy. Bringing Shu Ya really had been useful; Lord Fu truly knew her.
He seized the opportunity immediately.
"Uncle..."
Indeed.
Of course, not just him, but everyone else was completely baffled, clearly having no idea what the One-Eyed Dragon was thinking.
The middle-aged man already found it impossible to believe in the origin of this black gold card, and upon seeing the serial number, he was even more incredulous. He immediately took out his phone and dialed the number on the back of the card.
Even with all his confidence and arrogance, he knew this was something he could not contend with.
Feng Xuanyi remained silent, looking toward Wolongsheng, hoping the other would persuade the Prince of Qin. To his surprise, Wolongsheng neither spoke nor moved an inch!
This was a weapon of an Emperor; even if his own father were here in person, he would not dare to act too presumptuously toward it.
Finally, after about a quarter of an hour, the color of the purple-copper heart protector dimmed, and the halo surrounding it suddenly vanished. Countless Spirit-Eating Demons pounced on Liang Yu, biting him viciously.
"I don't know why, but at that moment, that senior's blade strike almost made me surrender..." Yang Qingcheng said.
Li Feier and Li Shaojie both frowned, wondering why their mother was acting so strangely.
There was no need for the Chess Player to even make a move; the mere appearance of this grave, even as a phantom image, was enough to shatter any divine power.
Biao Ge’s outfit clearly signaled that he was ready for a fight. Furthermore, he had brought ten brothers with him, all of them strange-looking and rough-hewn; they all wore arrogant expressions and exuded a murderous aura.
And I, a sense of suffocation descended upon me. Truly, the sensation of someone gripping my throat. It felt just like hanging, and I couldn't stop kicking my legs.
Because it lived year-round in temperatures averaging fifty degrees below zero, its body was covered in thick fur, and its meat stored a massive amount of fat. Its marbling could even rival Grade 5A beef or higher.
Zhang Rang had entered the palace when he was only twelve years old. Now, more than twenty years had passed, and everything had changed. Ever since Liu Hong ascended the throne and his own power grew, he had sent people many times to search for his younger sister, but there had been no news.
To make ends meet, the villagers were forced to sell the land left by their ancestors in exchange for grain. In this way, Squire Huang of White Horse Town became the largest landowner in the town.
Baili Yuxiao’s eyes were bloodshot as she scolded Leng Lian, walking toward Zhao Qiu, seeing that Leng Lian had no intention of stopping.
Just then, I shoved Old Ma away and said, "It’s here. Mine is here." At that moment, I finally understood why Wang Yang had pushed me and Old Ma aside beforehand. It turned out that this Heavenly Tribulation had a sense of resonance.
"Xuanxing, come back. Why are you bullying Dabai? I think it’s cute and decided to keep it. Do I need your permission to take in a spirit beast?" Mo Lan’s tone instantly stripped Xuanxing of his arrogance, and he began to fawn over her shamelessly.
Senior Brother Hong Zi rolled a cigarette of old dry tobacco, took a deep drag, and glanced at me without a word. Yet, in that look, I felt as if his eyes were filled with a thousand unspoken words.
Wu Dao looked at the scene before him—an earthen-tiled, wooden-gated house that, aside from having a slightly larger courtyard, lacked any sense of luxury—and was slightly taken aback. "Isn't the Oriental family the number one financial group? Why is their house so old, and why haven't they repaired it?" Saying this, he pressed the doorbell outside the wooden gate.
As an observer, Li Zhi had long understood this deep bond between father and son through cold historical records, but from these black-and-white words, he could not feel any further depth of the reluctance or the intimate affection between them.
A meteor streaked across the sky, and Zhang Ye hid the sister and brother. As long as they were not found by anyone, they would be safe. His main goal now was to find the army, a reliable officer. Zhang Ye thought of the Ghost Spirit Legion Commander that the siblings often mentioned. As long as he could make contact with the Ghost Spirit Legion Commander, it would be enough.