Volume 1, Chapter 34: Back on Track!

Twenty yuan for a box of Solomon’s seal—is that expensive?

The answer was obvious. It was not merely expensive; it was outrageously expensive.

These days, an ordinary worker earned only seventeen or eighteen yuan a month. The farmers who lived on communal meals averaged barely five or six yuan a month.

Laughter and cheerful voices echoed through the immense living room. Xiang Bai could not help blushing as he nervously looked at Liu Ru, then gently took out the ring and slipped it onto her finger. The dazzling diamond drew everyone’s attention, and Chen Muqing could not help feeling envious.

No matter how the people around him changed expression, Mu Feng’s face remained utterly calm. Even so, Pan Yu had disliked the young man from the very first moment he saw him, though he could not say why.

It turned out that Su Rou had agreed to become Duan Tianze’s cultivation partner precisely so that he would protect Mu Feng.

While he was coming up with a reason to persuade Bing Lin, Mo Ningyao had already told Liuying and the others to wait outside.

Mo Hange had never intended to keep Ningyao in the dark forever, nor had he planned to conceal the relationship between Luoyao Residence and Luoxin Studio from her.

At home, Yan Zhi was sprawled on the sofa in the classic Ge You pose. Seeing an unfamiliar number, he assumed it was the director calling to inform him whether he had passed the audition. Without taking his eyes off the television, he answered the phone.

What Zhang Zaiqing meant was that Lei Tingjun looked ordinary and possessed no remarkable bearing. Compared with us, he was worlds apart.

This was only the second circle. In previous matches, around this point, there had still been roughly eighty-five survivors.

The trees that had yet to mature were unable to withstand the battering of the gale in such a short time. Sadly, one of them toppled to the ground.

When the two earth-shaking forces collided, there was unexpectedly no sound at all. The crimson flames seemed almost alive as they devoured the demonic blade’s true energy. Gradually, the aura of the demonic blade grew dimmer and dimmer, and Ouyang Ji’s eyes tightened.

Xiang Tu’e spoke at length, shaking his head with every sentence and carrying on like a learned scholar. Anyone who did not know him would never have guessed that he was actually a coarse, shameless rogue.

Ning Yue landed in the same place where Tiger Peak had once stood, except that Tiger Peak had long since vanished. Ning Yue rubbed his head. Just moments earlier, he had been enveloped by a barrier and had seen nothing clearly. By the time his vision returned, he was already here.

As he spoke, Zhang Youde’s tone softened considerably. He addressed Xu Chen directly as a junior disciple.

Ning Yue said nothing more. Instead, he walked over to the old man’s corpse and searched it while suppressing his nausea. When he picked up a gray pouch, he began to smile.

Ever since the incident in the Western City, the Federation personnel in other regions had heightened their security. That was only natural.

Yu Xingsi’s expression darkened. He waved perfunctorily at Mu Sen, then tore open space and departed.

With a slap of his palm, the flames surrounding the two pills in midair immediately dispersed, leaving the two pills floating in the air.

At the Liu Corporation, the moment Qingfeng returned to the office, he summoned Manager Wang. Upon receiving the notice, Manager Wang hurried to Qingfeng’s office. After straightening his clothes, he knocked on the door.

Lin Mengmeng bit her lip. Lin Qingqing had pushed Huo Min’er earlier because she was afraid their father would blame her, but Lin Mengmeng was still deeply grateful to her.

Ji Chenfeng lowered his head to inspect his smart watch. Its display contained the status panel for the tactical lock, showing the pressure it was under, the extent of its damage, and other information. He then opened the communications function and reported to Officer Yu.

Hearing that this idiom had been applied to him, Mo Linyuan found it rather novel.

The Third Immortal Dao-Cutting Strike had passed. Within Lin Feng, the blood-colored sea of suffering churned with enormous waves. In the firmament, supreme power was gathering. Within his mind, an alternate Pure Land filled with the forces of destruction and reincarnation unfolded like a waterfall descending from the heavens, spread across the boundless blood-red sky.