Chapter 146: The Struggle for the Four Gods and Twelve Disciples

Ye Feng reclined the passenger seat until it was nearly flat, crossing one leg over the other with an air of relaxed contentment, swinging it rhythmically as a soothing melody played inside the car. You Yue drove with a smile on her face; the resolution of the matter had put her in an excellent mood. "President You, since I’ve solved such a major problem for you, how are you going to reward me properly?" Ye Feng turned his head to look at You Yue, who was focused on the road. Upon hearing this...

Among those heaps of discarded stones, there were bound to be some that contained valuable jadeite. Had it been ordinary jade, Ye Feng certainly wouldn't have been so interested.

A fiancée, though not of his own choosing, was a reality; furthermore, Lan Xianshu had already met her.

Perhaps without Qingfeng, the boy would never have encountered the Ghost Butterfly, for Gu Nian would never allow the Ghost Butterfly to suffer even the slightest grievance, even if it meant putting himself in peril.

Chen Shubao rotated the lamp stand, and a rack made of refined steel rose from the ground. The rack was divided into three tiers, each holding over a dozen jade boxes.

"Come up." Suddenly, in the midst of the silence, the High Priest, seated upon the carriage, issued a command.

Yun Mo looked intently at the clarity and composure in Yun Xiao's eyes—a clarity as tranquil as a still lake—and at that, Yun Mo smiled with genuine understanding.

In truth, Dragon Pit was not limited to a single mine. The entire area was divided by the four cardinal directions into the East, South, West, and North pits, which were four massive mines. The county seat of Dragon Pit was established right in the center of these four.

"This way, please..." Manager Zhuo gestured with his hand and walked to the side, leading the way forward.

"Should I lead with my left foot or my right when I step onto the stage?" Faced with my barrage of questions, Zeqing said nothing, simply staring at me as if I were a monkey in a cage.

"If we need to find work to earn money, it should be me going. It’s so hot out; your mother has such delicate skin, how could she handle it? Why didn't you let me take the property management job earlier?" Father Xiao voiced his dissatisfaction.

Clearly, Michael was being suppressed and beaten, not because Jack was that powerful, but because Michael himself was extremely weak.

If a mid-stage cultivator were to attack—one who possessed at least a medium-grade defensive magical artifact, wielded a medium-grade flying sword, understood several offensive and defensive spells, was proficient in escape techniques, could advance or retreat at will, and knew everything about his situation—he would certainly be no match for them.

If it were discovered that any employee had outsourced their work to ghostwriters or leaked confidential information, they would absolutely be handed over to the public security authorities.

After all, in the eyes of outsiders, the biological father of Yu An'an's two children was unknown, and saying Lin Jinrong was their father was even less credible than saying Fu Nancheng was.

As for subordinates like Hu Zhen, who only possessed brute strength, he would have to be brought back into submission.

He confidently fished a pair of sunglasses out of his bag, put them on, and sauntered toward the crowd, unhurried and composed.

Even when he returned home and scrolled through his phone, he could see marketing accounts coming up with all sorts of sensationalist headlines about him.

She met that pair of icy, ink-black phoenix eyes and looked at his imposing height and physique; it felt as if she were being targeted by a massive beast, and her instinct was to flee.

However, there was one troublemaker who, under my sweeping gaze, not only refused to look away but dared to provoke me.

Jinfeng laughed instead of getting angry. With a sudden surge, he channeled his true energy throughout his body, and his bright yellow robe instantly shattered, revealing a lightweight red garment underneath.

"What are you doing? I just don't want to go. Don't tell me you're going to 'force a good woman into prostitution'?" The moment the words left her mouth, Zhong Qing realized something was off. "Force a good woman into prostitution" didn't seem like the right idiom, so she immediately corrected herself.

Moreover, blue electric arcs were currently dancing around Lin Qingfan's body, making him appear even more formidable and resilient than before.

"Evidence? You actually care about evidence? That's quite something—much better than this idiot. Zhendong, go check the dashcam in my car. I remember I didn't turn it off earlier. See if there’s a recording, and also, come here and listen to this audio." Ding Changsheng said, opening the recording app on his phone to play it back.