Chapter Seventy-Eight: So My Nephew Has Good Taste—The One He Likes Is the Saintess of Reincarnation from the Assassin’s Sanctuary

"It's nothing, this has nothing to do with Fang Zhengyan. It's a feud between me and someone else," Fang Wuyun said, gently patting Chu Xinlan's hand to reassure her.

Meanwhile, elsewhere, Gu Ting had completed the second stage of his heroic quest in the ancient tomb—slaying twenty lava golems. Without pause, he pressed on toward the third target, the Water Prison, where he was to kill Xiao Wuchang.

Obeying the order from the president's call yesterday, Chen Han hadn't had a proper rest. She had risen early, and now sat in Yang Gang's car with a weary expression, soft music playing inside. Before long, she drifted into a doze once more.

Mid-conversation, Zhou Ruijie deliberately shifted the topic back to Zhao Jingdong.

That night, the Tang family's mistress acquired a new nightly ritual: she would always check her bra before bed, and of course, this inspection was never without a little added benefit for herself.

"Yes, it must have been you who moved the corpse," Xue Nanguo said, quickly nodding his head after being prompted.

Switching on all the lights, she ignored everything else and ran straight to the computer, copying all the data from the USB drive onto it.

"Bai Yuxi! You're quite the wild mustang! But the more difficult the horse, the more I want to tame it, hahahaha!" the middle-aged man laughed heartily.

The Silver Frost Snowfield had never been a popular place for players to level up, since the monsters there were tough and the experience gained was far less than at other sites. Thus, almost no one came—especially after the three guild leaders had launched a barrage of public announcements, ensuring that no one would come to cause trouble.

At the site of the explosion, a pillar of fire shot skyward, and with a thunderous roar, a shockwave visibly rippled outwards, sending debris flying and leaving the area in utter disarray.

"You are all the geniuses of our Gexian. If you distinguish yourselves in the Grand Tournament of the Sanctuary, you will become the pride of Gexian. Let us raise a toast to that," said the envoy from the Gexian Sanctuary. He wore a delicate mask that concealed his features but was cleverly designed so as not to hinder him from drinking.

On the battlefield, a dozen figures darted about, making the situation even more chaotic. Soon, even the Yanri Sect, who had the upper hand, could not maintain control, let alone withdraw from the fray.

To make people believe they had truly fallen out, Li Fuxian was now in a side hall—the Hall of Consorts.

"It's already the third day. It seems that old man still isn't ready to surrender the power of the Dragon God," the Beast King remarked, glancing at Xuanhua Village. As usual, nothing seemed to have changed.

Cheng Changqing spun his sword in a reverse grip, treating the falling bamboo leaves as foes. His movements were smooth as flowing water, his sword dictating the rhythm of his body.

Banxiang Lian understood what he meant. She simply nestled quietly on his lap, playing with the silver strands draped across his chest.

"Qiu Xiao, I've tolerated you only because you're my brother. But now that you've hurt my people, I can't forgive you," came Qiu Yaor's voice from the darkness, trembling with fury.

Qi Chang was momentarily stunned before replying. This was indeed their first time descending the mountain to rob someone—driven to desperation by their dire circumstances.

"Captain, don't worry. We didn't hear or see anything," Dragon Three and the others replied, grinning even more broadly.

Everyone unconsciously raised their teacups and took a sip. The tea was a vibrant green, with a rich aroma and a mellow, refreshing taste—clearly a high-grade leaf.

Wasn't Gao Yifan supposed to be in England? How could he turn up in Jiangnan City? And why would a big shot like Lei Wanjun show him any respect?

The American embassy stood at Grosvenor Square, the heart of their family's domain. The entire Mayfair district, home to London's elite, belonged to them.

Compared to the previous crow, this ghostly raven was much weaker, though it still possessed the cultivation of a Martial King.

At least in the short term, unless the release was postponed to New Year's Day, there would be no better time slot.

It was dusk, and the ever-burning "Day Orb" was slowly sinking below the horizon, while the eternally frozen "Night Orb" that brought darkness had already risen. At this moment of transition, the night market was livelier than at any other time.

The hens at home were still the two that had come from the old house after the family split. Any other eggs came from those given by neighbors when the south wing was finished. Xu Miao saved them up, boiling four each day so her siblings could have one apiece.

Ning Guangzhi felt at ease now. Lin Su didn't oversee the Housing Bureau, but this arrangement was fair, so he left with a grin.

If episodes three and four weren't already out, everyone might have waited for next week—but now, it was as if they'd heard the call.

"Tomorrow, but I don't have time. I'll have my father meet you to sign the contract," Gu Bei said after haggling with the landlord, having basically reached a rental agreement. After hanging up, he started the paperwork for the internet cafe and looked into buying equipment.

The operations department of the Yudu Mansion restaurant was also located here. Gu Bei set aside a separate area at Anran Media.

After buying a necklace, Lu Liang ran to the florist and ordered ninety-nine roses, but a minute later he apologized, canceled the order, and left in a taxi. Zhao Fengjiao immediately flagged down another cab to follow him.

"If you serve under someone, you should act like a subordinate. I don't care who you were before, but now you're a soldier, and a soldier's duty is to obey orders."

After so many years of killing, he absorbed the fierce energy left by the dead and cultivated this ultimate move—'Endless Slaughter.' Who knows how many stronger opponents he'd slain.

Admittedly, the main reason this public service ad sparked such a buzz was its creativity and emotional resonance, but Anran Media's high-end building broadcast network also played a vital role.

Don't be fooled by how amiable Director Liu usually is—if anyone slacks off during work hours, he's often the first to blow his top.

Neither Leng Meiying nor Feng Tianche had ever even considered such a thing.

"Could it be that the Demon God Zhao Ritian isn't just an illusion?" Murong Cuihua clung to her theory. If the Demon God wasn't responsible, then the situation was becoming increasingly convoluted—something she couldn't accept.

With that slap, Lin Aofeng spat out blood. Xiao Fei had only used half his strength, but that was already more than this cripple could bear. Not only did several teeth go flying, but his cheek swelled up rounder than a steamed bun.

Unless your speed was less than fifty steps per breath, a lotus leaf couldn't support the weight of an average person and would sink.