Volume 1, Chapter 64: A Trap Within a Trap!

One of the disciples mustered the courage and whispered, "Sword Heir, this..."

The other disciples wore troubled expressions, but constrained by Jiang Wu's overwhelming pressure, they had no choice but to hesitate and edge forward.

However, at that very moment, Jiang Wu spoke again, "Whatever happens, I, Jiang Wu, will bear the full responsibility!"

He had already calculated in his mind that as long as he could seize the fortune belonging to Ye Chen, no price was too high to pay.

Those who had grabbed the silver coins instantly snapped back to reality. Scooping up large handfuls of copper and silver coins with their garments, they lowered their heads and dashed toward the exit. In an instant, the entire casino descended into chaos.

"Well... regarding this matter, I am not entirely clear. However, since the Prince has brought up the transfer of the Inspector, and considering your tenure in office and the benefits you have brought to the people, I grant the Prince's request," Xiao Yan said after a brief recollection, confirming he indeed had some impression of it.

Fan Jun took a step backward. At that moment, he finally understood what the fine garments and the candlestick placed upon the wooden table truly signified—Wei Rui must have already known Yuan Xiang's choice. On the day Wei Rui had dismissed him to speak with Yuan Xiang alone, they had already made their decision.

Had he not broken through to become a Grandmaster, Chu Yun would have had no alternative other than to await death. But now that Chu Yun had mastered the Laws, these falling ordinary mountains and rivers, though capable of causing him trouble, were no longer fatal. The power of the Laws was his ultimate backing.

"It's getting dark. Just how much longer are you planning to sleep?" Seeing Jiang Li comfortably asleep, Tina's gaze seemed capable of freezing the air.

They had all tidied themselves up and applied makeup, then put on non-prescription glasses and hats, rendering them completely unrecognizable from their usual appearances.

The Basrans were not among them; they stared wide-eyed at雷恩 (Ryan), gazing at him as if he were some rare specimen, filled with curiosity.

Prince Ning, Grand Tutor Hua, and the four maids—Chun, Xia, Qiu, and Dong—looked at each other in dismay, surrounding the table. They watched the table wobble violently, unable to tell who was gaining the upper hand.

Taking a deep, fine breath, Qiu Yunqing tried his best to remain calm as he said, "As expected of the Undead Lord, truly formidable. Didn't you say you wanted to play a game? How do you intend to play? Let's hear it." While trying to steady his excited emotions, Qiu Yunqing was probing the creature's true strength so that he could deal with it more advantageously later.

This was because these three categories were intimately connected to cultivators. As for the other hundreds of immortal cultivation arts, while they might be helpful to one's practice, they were hardly priceless.

He was doing this sort of thing for the first time. Although it wasn't making his sworn brother sell his physical charms, selling the goodwill accumulated beforehand still amounted to a form of selling out.

Unfortunately, before Xu Lanshuang could grab Zhou Ran's hair, Zhou Ran caught her outstretched left hand with one hand and pushed her right arm with the other, effortlessly spinning Xu Lanshuang's body back and locking her left arm behind her back.

In the world of immortal cultivation, sects and clans were countless, but great sects like Luofu were exceedingly rare. Among the overseas cultivation sects, only the Vast Sea Immortal Sect could rival it.

Since we were already using a lead sulfide seeker far more advanced than that of the prototype missile and still unable to attack head-on, it meant the enemy's seeker was likewise incapable of a head-on attack. The enemy's seeker was just like that—analog circuitry—and he knew very well what limits it could reach.

Zhu Ying nodded. To be honest, upon seeing these items, the plan in his mind changed. Originally a four-step plan, he now only intended to execute three. He no longer harbored thoughts of reaching the central seat of power; he just wanted to be the supreme boss of a single province or prefecture and call it a day.

Unlike the mountain ghouls bewitched by malignant Qi, the thing beneath the water had already turned into a demon, and judging by the looks of it, had already devoured quite a few people. Her spiritual eyes spotted numerous human skeletons buried in the silt under the water.

Her facial features were merely ordinary. For Hong Kong film and television dramas to portray her legend using Aunt Fang's image was truly flattering her a bit too much.