Chapter Fifty-Five: Liang Zhong’s Revenge

A plump aunt, likely the librarian, shouted, “Which class are you from? Hand over the things you stole! Do you realize how serious this is? This will go on your record! You could even be expelled!”
“It wasn’t me!” the handsome young man replied innocently. Ahead of him, his girlfriend, who hadn’t gone far, heard the commotion behind and looked back with even greater contempt...

At this moment, Zheng Hao finally saw Qin Chuan’s true colors—this man was as shameless as one could be, wanting both Qin Bingbing’s affection and her money! Zheng Hao was baffled that such a bizarre individual could exist.

Zheng Hao’s mind was clear—there was no one else it could be. With his head lowered, he searched, finally finding another item behind the mop bucket. It was something unwashed, and when he picked it up, it had an unclear odor. He thought the girl was truly bold and uninhibited, allowing him to... Sigh! Better not dwell on it; he’d deal with her first.

What they didn’t know was that before they came in to help, Ye Tian had already given Zhao Ya a pill and applied some medicine to her wound.

Many gasped in surprise, and even Lin Feng was taken aback. Previously, the abbot had said that no one of significant status from any sect would come, yet now, unexpected events kept occurring. Clearly, something was happening that the abbot wasn’t aware of.

The powerful wind pressure rendered the surrounding demons and Northern Alliance soldiers unable to move, sealing the scene in an instant.

The entire Divine Arts Realm was gripped by panic; everyone feared for themselves. A top sect had been annihilated in less than a day, without even having the chance to use their celestial artifacts. The impact of this event on the whole realm was enormous.

After dragging Yin Dang ashore, Long Bufan began rummaging through his belongings. He had to admit, this guy carried a lot of treasures—strange and rare items of every kind.

About forty minutes later, their group had gathered and was ready to head to Dingjiang Beach for a barbecue.

Lin Feng was speechless—this was rather unfair. However, upon seeing the meaningful look in Dao Yao’s eyes, he seemed to understand and bowed respectfully before leaving, leaving Hu Youdao alone to face the ordeal.

Basang had always hated being looked down upon. The scornful attitude of “Eagle Eye” stirred a surge of anger within him.

Shares in Chen Shi, stakes in several other companies, a number of properties, undisclosed deposits in Swiss and Huaxia banks, and various other assets. According to experts, the total value of these holdings was estimated to be no less than 18 billion in RMB.

The crowd’s gaze toward him changed instantly, but no one spoke. Only those in the pavilion had the authority to decide the fate of these three.

He sighed in the darkness. Mr. Bi opened his eyes for the third time. This time, however, there was no trace of shock or confusion in his eyes—only a glimmer of insight, clarity, and an understanding that transcended the affairs of the world and resolved the chessboard.

Yet Wei Yuan was neither of the two cases. He entered with squinting eyes, occasionally yawning, clearly on the verge of falling asleep.

In just a century, the positions of the two had reversed; the Fallen Immortal was shaken and filled with bitterness.

With Xing Luo and Gu Yanxi’s level, they certainly weren’t so dull as to fight for territory with full force at the start of the mid-game. Thus, after the third move, they both naturally began to compete for influence.

“How did you know?” Tang Jin kept suspecting Hua Yunfei might know he was wearing a love watch, casting odd glances at him.

It had already been five days without any response; if not for the man’s confident assurances, he would have thought he’d been tricked.

“Li Yi’er, is that cultivation star really as strange as you say?” The elder suddenly remembered something and fixed his gaze on Li Yi’er, questioning him again.