Chapter 68: The Investor

You Yue had just taken a small sip when she heard Ye Feng’s words. She paused briefly, then returned to normal. “Little brother, don’t try to tease your big sister.” In her eyes, Ye Feng was just a college freshman. All the investors she had brought in before were greasy middle-aged men; she simply took Ye Feng’s words as a joke. “How much do you need?” Ye Feng replied with utmost seriousness...

Bi Lian, hands trembling, dragged Shi Hui into the house, only to “see” Shi Lin collapsed on the ground, emitting pained groans. Cong Cong was holding him down with all his might, refusing to let him struggle and hurt himself further.

Tang Bingyu, while putting on her makeup, secretly observed Zhou Zekai beside her. Looking at his handsome face, her heart raced uncontrollably, and she felt as though the boy beside her was shining with light.

“You read it.” He handed the imperial decree to the Minister of Rites beside him, who took it fearfully. At just a glance, his expression instantly changed.

Ye Shu had speculated that the Azure Water Python, though clearly disliking the ocean, was still willing to show itself—proof enough of its affinity for human cultivators. Yet, given its closeness to people and formidable power, it was strange that no other disciple had contracted it. Most likely, it was simply new to the Flowing Cloud Sect.

Jiajia Tower was a gift from the protagonist’s husband, with one of her stipulations being its protection. Her requirement was that the building should never be sold. Since that was the case, Shi Hui would not sell it, and would continue as before, ensuring that the building would eventually be passed directly to Wang Zhenzhen, thus fulfilling her wish.

Another steel door appeared, about four meters wide. After Filna rang the doorbell, it slowly opened.

Jing Wuyuan felt much more at ease upon hearing this. He sensed that Mr. Shi had no ill intentions, but he still harbored some concerns. The Holy Lord was the future of the Lunar Dynasty; Jing Wuyuan did not wish for too many unpredictable factors. If he could openly know what this gentleman was teaching the Holy Lord, it would be ideal.

He gave a relatively conservative estimate; in reality, Feng Ximing believed this ginseng to be at least three hundred years old, though he couldn’t say for certain. It would require professional experts to study it.

“Then you three can die together!” Cui Ye charged his hands with power, waves of visible light flickering unpredictably between his palms.

The Man-faced Spider’s instinct was reproduction; the mother spider was no different. Originally, she had mutated to escape the violent nature of other fierce insects, and after the mutation, she roamed the world, seeking a worthy mate among the fiercest of the breed.

The king narrowed his eyes, still looking somewhat bewildered. He couldn’t quite grasp the situation, but for some reason, an inexplicable intuition arose in his heart, making him feel the person before him was trustworthy.

Before Jin Ye could resist, Dao Xuan above the hall shouted, and a hazy immortal light swept across, dissipating the elder of Tianyin Temple’s attack as if it had never existed.

He took the staff, swung it a couple of times with ease, then changed it to its chain form and gave it a few more swings. It didn’t feel quite right in his hand.

Many came seeking guidance; though alchemy had flourished in the Eastern Sea for ages, none could stand against a sage. Even if facing only an avatar, the presence of the innate spiritual treasure, the Eight Trigrams Furnace, only cemented the title of Supreme Elder.

Everyone burst out laughing, shaking their heads, but in their smiles shone an unshakable resolve.

“La la la, Demacia!” Zhao Xin sang as he skipped past two vendors carrying a crate of apples.

This enormous form rivaled some of the world’s great spirit beasts, but most important was its aura—each one a Golden Immortal. What set them apart, though, was the keen intelligence in their eyes; these were not merely venomous insects or savage beasts, but could even be considered “demonfolk” or cultivators.

But before anything else, it seemed wise to replenish his strength—a sensible choice, since while the earlier battle hadn’t injured him, it had certainly drained much of his energy.