Volume 1, Chapter 35: Who Do You Want to Marry?

Brother Long turned his head to glance at Zhou Jingmo, who sat composed in the seat of honor. He wore a dark, impeccably tailored suit of expensive fabric; its crisp lines clung to his broad shoulders and narrow waist, exuding a natural, aristocratic air of superiority.

Zhou Jingmo had not uttered a single word since entering the room, yet his posture was that of a monarch looking down upon ants.

Brother Long looked from Zhou Jingmo to Director Li and let out a scoffing laugh. "Director Li, you’ve pocketed quite a few red envelopes from this guy, haven't you? Seeing that I’m not someone to be trifled with, you come at me with official bureaucratic talk, trying to force me into a settlement? If I don't agree, are you going to pin the blame on me?"

Director Li’s expression darkened instantly. "Zhang Long, you can..."

"Are these the 'supreme arts' that Daoist Master Lushi spoke of?" He was skeptical, so he specifically sought out Zhou Lezhi.

Their pirate ship had become larger and sturdier, seemingly retrofitted at some naval dockyard; the ship's armor and cannons clearly bore the marks of naval technology.

This finally allowed the heart of the newcomer, Zhou Lezhi, to settle. A disciple can only thrive if their master is successful. Otherwise, being unemployed thousands of miles away in the capital would leave one at a loss for how to even begin begging for food.

The one who spoke was the Angel of Justice; his voice was always impartial and selfless, devoid of even a hint of hesitation or doubt.

Ling Yun’s mental power was formidable. He had been born into this different world possessing a powerful spirit, and through years of mental cultivation—whether it was the practice of the Seal of Adaptation and the Three Sounds of Soul-Fixing, the refining of medicinal pills, or the consumption of treasures like the Imperial Soul Fruit—his spiritual essence had been greatly enhanced.

Yoon Mi-rae could not imagine what kind of project that was. It seemed that in the mind of the young man beside her, nothing existed in isolation; as long as there was commercial value, it would be incorporated into his vision and become a link in the overall plan.

Humans with low-level physical talents, while immune to being killed by the beast-ification virus, were one hundred percent guaranteed to be infected and turn into werewolves.

The judge’s expression turned cold. If he were replaced as the judge at this moment, his career would be finished. At the very least, holding a judicial position again would be impossible. Finally, feeling helpless, the judge gritted his teeth.

Even when facing powerful War-Lord or even Overlord-level demons from the Twisted Nether, he had never failed. To be lying on the ground now, battered and unable to move—what could be more humiliating than such a death?

The so-called Feng Shui tree was there to ensure the safety and prosperity of the locals. Back in the day, Big Jin Hua had occupied the land near the Feng Shui tree to avoid being struck by lightning. Everyone in Dongji was involved in trade, and in this industry, they naturally valued wealth above all else. Of course, they wouldn't let anyone touch the tree.

Everyone shared the same thought: they really needed to keep a closer eye on Fang Leng. But now that they were separated, would he end up bringing back a few more girls?

In an instant, a familiar melody began to play, though the volume was so loud it nearly shattered his eardrums.

This statement seemed plain, yet it stirred up waves. The three who had been laughing and joking fell into silence.

Although he had successfully rescued his clansmen, Yi Yang’s mission was not yet complete. He had to cultivate to the peak and seek revenge against the Black God.

"Hmm." Qiao Yi was speechless. Why was this level-20 heroic spirit she summoned so bewilderingly confident?

Peony’s temper flared. On the Yunluo Continent, she was ranked third on the beauty charts. Every man wanted a night of passion with her; how could this man treat her as if she didn't exist?

"A magical ability I obtained by chance. I’ve only just begun to cultivate it, but it does have the power to suppress the Demon Race," Yi Yang said briefly, then stopped. Clearly, he did not wish to elaborate.

The result was no surprise: everyone’s cultivation level improved, and for the vast majority, they broke through several tiers.

Although it was made of wood, Lu Yu’s modifications made it countless times sturdier than reinforced concrete; even a missile strike could not destroy it. Beyond renovating the house, Lu Yu also added some simple arrays, mainly because he didn't know how to craft the advanced, complex ones.

In the end, Bailey defeated Emma with a "Bailey Suplex" to advance to the next round, where her opponent would be her best friend from the training camp, Sasha Banks.

Even though rumors outside claimed his wife was nothing but a spendthrift, in private, who didn't envy or feel jealous that he had a wife as beautiful as a movie star?

But those redeemed via the special offer in the mission system were different... They were truly stars among their kind; just one bite was enough to create a world of difference.

Jack, mentioned earlier on the phone, was the name of the bar club’s owner. His full name was Jack Brooksbank. To realize his lifelong dream, he had abandoned university and entered the hospitality industry.

After finishing, he kept beckoning toward the door, and immediately, An Lushan, Shi Ye, and others led their subordinates inside.

As an old rival of the United States, the Ice Bear Nation suspected this was a smoke screen, believing the organization did not belong to the International Security Council at all, but was actually a secret weapons research agency of the U.S.

Bill asked a question he already knew the answer to; he still didn't know why his personality had become so vile, as it was a far cry from how he usually treated people.

"Fine, you're popular and you're willful, have it your way. But I’ll say this upfront: if you fall out of favor or if your reputation as the 'Number One Brother' is surpassed, don't blame me for not warning you," Duan Que said indignantly.

A pure-blooded American wouldn't necessarily win, mainly because of the "Silk Stocking Brother." His status in the E was currently very awkward. He had once held the World Heavyweight Championship and was slated for a push, but due to his own reasons, he had eventually fallen to the level of a lower-tier performer.

She blinked, and behind her, the great tree crackled and popped, followed by a thundering crash. Her whole body was burning; she felt as if she had to peel off her clothes layer by layer, and her throat was bone-dry. Black smoke swirled behind her, and the agonized cries of animals were incessant. The two of them hurried forward through the uneven terrain, only to come upon a massive cliff.

Zhang Qingyang nodded, channeled his "Dragon Roams the Four Seas" footwork, and flashed to the left. He casually caught a steel pipe flying toward him, drew an arc with his elbow, and effortlessly reversed the kinetic energy. Simultaneously, he injected a surge of majestic internal force, shaking the tip of the pipe into a gun-flower the size of a basin, and thrust it forward with a deafening boom.

Zhou Shaoan had originally only intended to scare the man, but he hadn't expected to be left in such an impossible situation. He was furious upon hearing these rumors.

The senior brother leading Luo and the others was not the Frost Bow disciple who had introduced the Zhongling Sect earlier, but a white-clad disciple named Shan Ling. He was their true senior brother from Miancang Ridge.

"This is simple. Ai Ye, didn't you say the money spent on persuading the Sang Village wasn't in vain? I feel like it's time for them to show what they can do, hehe," Luo said with a wicked smile.

Yin Zhen was not only running a fever but was also covered in blisters, vomiting and suffering from diarrhea. He dared not open the windows at night; as soon as one walked in, they could smell a foul odor.