39 Courage

The representatives of the ten great clans sat waiting for the arrival of Zhang Ming and his companion, eager to see exactly who dared to be so audacious.

Zhao Zishan was at a loss for words as he watched his men struggle to hold their own against Zhang Ming. He had originally assumed this would be a simple matter, a task easily accomplished, but he never expected that the cultivators he brought would be so helpless against him.

The demon flickered its eyes, and the central palace instantly dissolved into nothingness. The immortals within vanished, as fragile and defenseless as tofu.

Li Zhi shook his head firmly. "Impossible. No one but me can source such high-quality ingredients!" Only Li Zhi could enter the "Factory World." Without the supply source from the Number 5 Fishing Port, where else could they possibly get them?

"Three sisters, you have encountered your peers. What do you suggest we do?" Li Zhi asked, turning to his three elder sisters for help in his frustration.

Besieging a master of the Earth Spirit Realm might not yield results, but hundreds of Yellow Spirit Realm warriors surrounding a Profound Spirit Realm expert could potentially strike them down.

While it was true that high-end clients were important—each one more valuable than a hundred ordinary diners—what of the character of the Starfall Tower? Li Zhi’s vision was to build the "Starfall Tower" into the most exclusive restaurant with a world-renowned reputation.

"What did I do wrong? Everything I did was in accordance with policy. Why did it turn out like this?" The hamster asked itself repeatedly.

For Li Tu to display spatial laws and construct a spatial domain in front of the River Scroll was nothing short of teaching a fish how to swim.

The two chatted aimlessly for a long time. Feng Ni, shy as she was, stood by her one point: her mother-in-law had told her to marry him, and she was only here to see how he was preparing.

Song Yan did not know why, but at that moment, that was the only thought that occupied her mind.

Green Bean and Soybean exchanged glances; this Aunt Thirteen was quite clever, knowing how to find herself a patron.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" All three leaders were repelled by the distance, sent flying backward to crash heavily onto the ground.

Ever since Lu Siyi was born, Song Yan rarely came here. The flowers she had brought previously had been scattered by the wind; not even a petal remained.

Yu Rou had called him before she passed away. She told him to take good care of Yan Jieyi, for she was her best friend, and she was the only one who knew the whereabouts of her child.

After Xu Jiaqi bought a few things, she headed back. At that time, Zuo Fei was sitting on the sofa, a bag of medicine spread out before him.

Yang Rushin couldn't help but shiver. She glared at the man again, though her eyes were glistening with moisture, stripping the look of any menace and making it appear unusually alluring instead.

"At six in the morning, go to the Jingjing Flower Shop. Someone will be loading a flower cart there; just ride with them to the wedding venue, then follow the original procedure for photos and video. I'll pay you extra this time," Old Wei said.

After Chu Yunxi finished speaking, Yao Yue remained silent. She squinted at Chu Yunxi, not daring to reveal Zhaozhao's location so easily.

She leaned in to sniff it, but— "Achoo!" She couldn't help but sneeze. Looking at the noodles seasoned with her own saliva, An Ran stuck out her tongue, feigned ignorance, and carried them out with a straight face.

The guy was just yapping away on the side, and it was clear he had a grudge against Tang Hongyuan. Li Changlin’s move was essentially meant to kill the chicken to scare the monkey.

"Green Soda, you dare to break our agreement? You are courting death!" Song Ming’s expression turned cold, his face darkening.

Within the Void Flame, the personification of Rage gradually lost its ability to resist. The power of the void took advantage of the opening, eroding its body from the inside out with extreme destruction until, finally, Rage vanished, reduced to nothingness.

Because the fragrance of the medicinal pill was of such an incredibly high grade—so high that it surpassed their ability to discern its level—no final conclusion could be reached.

"You had better not provoke me, or I will let you know what a terrible price you will pay for offending me!" Xiang Yu thought of the threat Yang Yu had once made against him and muttered coldly to himself.

"Your Majesty, Wei Jie has returned. I have not failed my mission. If all goes well, Your Majesty should be able to return to the palace in Jiankang City before long!" As always, Wei Jie neither boasted of his achievements nor acted overly obsequious toward Sima Yao, his tone remaining indifferent.

The Supreme Old Lord, however, remained unmoved by the Green Ox's anger, his eyes fixed on the beast, shining with intensity.

"What, do you have an objection?" Li Changlin chuckled, then flicked his hand out once more.

The lead man held a detection instrument in each hand, rushing to the side of the man in black to scan him from head to toe.

The terrifying nature of spatial turbulence was well known to the people of the Federation. Such byproducts were rare and hard to come by; no one expected such a thing to exist. If such an item were gifted to He Zhenhua, it was no wonder he was moved enough to approve Song Ming and Jack.

Such humble and polite words would be admired and respected in any setting. When Tang Menjing mentioned that it was done at his own request, Lan Lan’s expression finally faltered. She hurriedly raised her glass to toast Tutu, masking the shock and disgust on her face.

On the garden swing sat a decrepit old man. With white hair and a beard, his eyes were hollow, as if he were a hundred years old.

The child seemed to recognize that Liu Dongshan was his father; after Liu Dongshan took him and coaxed him a few times, the baby finally stopped crying.

Yet they had never been in contact, and they had likely only met twice before. Jiang Yuanchen hesitated, falling into silence.

Ling Tian had learned how to condense spirit into weapons from Ling Yuehua, solving the greatest obstacle on his path of cultivation. He could summon weapons of various attributes at will; all he needed now were the martial techniques that corresponded to those weapons.

"A battle on the chessboard has nothing to do with the age of the opponents; it is only about victory or defeat." Hua Huaihai had already taken the black pieces and made his move.

Seeing Xue Qingyu lost in deep thought, Mu Mu knew that this matter required careful planning. There was no need to rush; a gentleman’s revenge is never too late, even after ten years.

The Future Self, possessing the same face as Chu Yang but appearing more mature, with every gesture radiating a divine and supreme aura, looked down upon the ages. With a wave of his hand, he obliterated a ferocious beast that was at the peak of the Sendai Realm.

Xie Lu smelled it the moment he walked in, and when Sister Jiao patted his back, he retreated nimbly.

Hearing the displeasure in Jiao Xuan's words, Baili Yu was even more curious. Jiao Xuan was usually composed, never letting his emotions show on his face, so why was he looking like this now?