Chapter 91: Mastering Men

Zhou Ci lowered his gaze, intently watching her delicate features, their breaths unconsciously mingling together. The ambiguous atmosphere quickly reached its peak.

She was not a particularly skilled woman; compared to those well-versed in such arts, she could only be considered to know a little. As her hand rested on his belt buckle, Zhou Ci’s breathing grew heavier. Gu Shen Shen was not in a rush...

Ong Mingyi, clad in a traditional Tang jacket, a pipe between his lips, smiled and nodded frequently to those around him.

The path to the podium was now open. Meng Yuxuan took a deep breath, collected himself to his best state, and slowly left the thirtieth floor, entering the additional layer where rewards awaited.

To Zhang Yang, this was less a stone and more like an eggshell cracked and riddled with fractures.

Sitting on the far edge, Fifth Lady remained calm and composed. She knew that with her nephew’s abilities, these people could never threaten his position. She had no reason for this certainty—she simply believed.

Her royal brother had not abandoned her; it was only because she fell for Prince Yun that he had to leave her behind. As long as the nation’s calamity passed, as long as she wished, she could be brought back.

There were still more than fifty people, all at the Hunyuan Great Golden Immortal level. So far, no prodigy of the “Undying Great Golden Immortal” realm had appeared.

“Meng Senior Brother, are you alright?” Yuan Xin stepped forward. After Meng left, Yuan Xin ought to be the strongest, and the orders to capture them probably came from him.

On either side of the road, there were all kinds of shops, and people with different gestures. They had soaked in the water for hundreds of years, yet their bodies had not decayed; they remained in their original postures, with unchanged clothing and expressions.

Just as the Lu family’s words had not finished, the five-headed snake floating calmly on the lake suddenly began shaking its heads violently. All five mouths opened wide, unleashing a deafening roar.

That internal martial art was called Innate Pure Yang Technique, combining Daoist internal cultivation’s essence. It was gentle and pure, ideal for building a foundation; once mastered, it could strengthen muscles and bones, refining one’s aptitude.

Yet Mu Lan nearby clearly misunderstood. She was stunned at first, then nearly choked on her own saliva.

Watching Chen Fang depart, Chen Hai and his squad of special forces assassins all let out long sighs of relief.

And Cheng Shunyao, hearing Xia Zhili’s words, believed Xia Zhili without distinguishing right from wrong, disregarding Cheng Qiran’s opinion, and immediately took a stern stance to reprimand Cheng Qiran.

Her stunningly beautiful face showed less childishness and more cold elegance, yet the white lotus between her brows remained unchanged.

Moreover, at this moment, Chen Guanxi’s only thought was to immediately meet the Chen Family Patriarch, Chen Batian, and secure the support of both the Chen Family and the Poison Sect, so he could reclaim everything he believed rightfully his.

The crescent-shaped Poison Sect headquarters, beginning from the Shade Valley, saw its poison and mists swiftly recede.

Lin Yao was still extremely worried. She quietly stepped forward, rose on tiptoe, and pressed her fragrant lips to Chen Fang’s.

Heaven and Earth laughed in delight. After leaving the Snow Emperor for ten thousand years, Heaven and Earth wandered everywhere, meeting people, encountering events, and even facing this stern and ruthless-looking elder brother.

Now things were quite different. Qilu South wanted to support Bing Lei Rong. As long as Bing Lei Rong ascended, his business could enter the capital’s circles, and then he could command wind and rain at will.

“You little rascal, I’ve warned you over and over not to go racing with your Brother Yan, but you treat my words like the wind!” She grabbed Jin Che and slapped him on the backside.

“Ah, young man, so reckless.” Old Zhou sighed. This photo unmistakably announced that even if Wang Hong’s death wasn’t directly caused by Qin Tian, it was absolutely connected to him.