Chapter Ninety-Three: The Assassin

The president of the Ouyang Group finally felt a measure of comfort as he saw more and more supporters gathering in the audience. However, with a sweeping glance, he realized that aside from You Yue’s company, the rest were all small enterprises. Even You Yue’s company had been on the verge of collapse recently due to the machinations of the Jin Corporation. If not for Ye Feng’s investment, her business might have already gone under. Even with Ye Feng’s support, President Jin’s obstruction continued, and You Yue’s company was still struggling. President Ou was well aware of You Yue’s predicament…

Clearly, Lin Hao had been walking ahead, carrying Qin Ruoxue on his back, but in the blink of an eye, he had vanished from sight.

Nine crystalline pellets shot out, swirling around Lan Jiu in a protective orbit.

These opponents, who were not even worth a single exchange, could not satisfy Spark’s urge to vent his frustration. But now, with Shilibi as his adversary, Bu Er finally began to unleash his full strength.

After inspecting the fabrics and confirming the clothing designs with the illustrator, Song Lingyue left the shop. She did not need to go to Jinkaimen that night, but she had to find a way to visit Miaoyin Garden. Whether or not Xia Yeqing would go, she must make the trip herself to silence Chen Tingfeng. As for the real plan, she had yet to come up with one.

“Tsk tsk, that last hit was quite something. By the way… who are you?” The dark-haired youth suddenly asked, looking at Yueming Ju and the other two.

If they managed to get two tokens today, he could finally buy that hat—a beautiful one made of rabbit fur. It would be wonderfully warm for winter, though the weather today was unfortunately uncooperative.

Ye Qian and the others didn’t notice anything, but that didn’t mean no one else did. While Ye Qian was grinding monsters, he noticed his friends list flashing—someone had messaged him. When he opened it, he saw it was Ren Fengying, or rather, Jiang Kaiyou.

With a few miserable screams from Cui Aotian and Feng Shangchuan, silence returned to Beiwang Mountain, the echoes making the ghostly atmosphere even more sinister.

Though the opening speech was nothing new, its directness and brevity won the crowd’s enthusiastic applause.

With her change in mindset, Madam Xu found herself watching Jun Xian more and more, almost without realizing it.

A cloak of ambiguous red draped over her head, she slumped half asleep at the window, carelessly gazing at the dazzling red moon she herself had crafted.

“Really? But it’s just a separated spirit—shouldn’t the spirit in the placenta be able to sense the others somehow?” Li Ying asked in surprise.

“No way! If you don’t agree, I won’t say a word!” Liu Sheng was determined not to become a laughingstock—what was the point of saving face if it meant humiliation? Even being a ghost would bring no happiness.

Though none of these problems were particularly difficult for him, lingering on the grasslands for so long was truly uncomfortable.

“Look, it’s right here,” Liu Lang pointed out the location of the ghost clan to everyone.

At that point, not only would it be impossible to win trust, but Xu Musi might even hold a grudge against her. With his personality, he would surely keep his distance.

Liu Lang was already irritable from waiting so long for a taxi, and his mood only worsened with the monopoly on cultivation techniques.

The Wang and Xie families, with nearly a thousand years of heritage, naturally cherished and guarded their reputations in Jiangning all the more.

So, under the flashlight’s beam, a bizarre scene unfolded—Lin Xiu tried to grab a floating stone but always missed, as if something uncanny was at work.

Their greatest gain this year was undoubtedly the Knights—three players, all hot prospects in the lottery. Securing all three took a bit of luck, perhaps a reward for finishing at the bottom of the league last year.

Boom! Bang! Suddenly, a loud explosion split the air, and the two blurry figures were instantly thrown back in opposite directions.

Of course, the auction didn’t bar independent cultivators from entering. As long as you could prove your qualifications—such as having sufficient bidding funds or eligible auction items—the organizers would grant you entry.