Volume 1, Chapter 65: Thirty Billion!

As the voice echoed, a commotion rippled through the crowd.

"That voice sounds like Miss Masako Chiba!"

"Indeed, people from the Eastern Chamber of Commerce are also after this golden Buddha!"

"But why would the people of the East be interested in a golden Buddha?"

The crowd buzzed with discussion, unable to comprehend why a mere golden Buddha would drive the Easterners to such a frenzy.

Inside the Easterners' private box, Masako Chiba sat with her arms crossed over her chest, one leg crossed over the other, her shapely legs tightly encased in black silk stockings. Her gaze remained fixed on the golden Buddha on the auction stage below, her cold face bearing an expression of absolute confidence, as if she were determined to secure the golden Buddha at any cost!

"Eight hundred million!"

An Zhi was still listening with rapt attention. He had assumed the person behind him was Bai Xi, but when he turned around, he was suddenly met with the face of Murong Ruo, who was stained with blood and tears. Startled, he let out a loud cry.

Shen Qingming had not slept for long, but she rested well and was full of energy. As soon as she awoke, it was followed by a round of deep affection.

"Roar!" With a final roar, the purple dragon soared into the air, flying straight toward Yezhang's glabella and piercing directly into his forehead. Yezhang did not offer the slightest resistance to the dragon's action, allowing it to pass completely through his brow.

Looking at that tightly closed door and listening to the soft giggles coming from inside, she only felt a biting chill in her heart. Watching Yang Zhenhan leave in a desolate state, Shen Peiyao and three others emerged from behind the bushes.

They muttered that had Shen Qingming not seized first place, she would not have been rewarded with the Enlightenment Cliff, and the Cliff-Tyranny incident would never have happened.

"Whoosh!" Yezhang flung a shuriken at Kakashi, who caught it effortlessly.

Jie Chan thought he was suffering from auditory hallucinations, but a moment later, his brow furrowed slightly. That would not do; the old man still bore the marks of another man's wife beating him on his face—it was simply too humiliating.

Gong Qianzhu was startled by his anger and looked helplessly at Gong Xuanyue for help. At the time, she had only thought that her death was imminent, and that being forgotten by the world was the best conclusion. If she made him remember, who knew how many more wars with the celestial realm it might provoke?

Han Yufang's gaze darkened slightly. He nodded, blew out one candle, and left the inner sanctum holding another candle holder.

Shangguan Ji could not help but feel a surge of hidden fury in his chest. Wu'er had been missing for all this time, clearly snatched away by this demonic man. He had wanted to demand her return, but could not even set foot on Penglai Island. Now that Feng Liancheng was right before him, Zhangle still forbade him to go. Could it be that in his eyes, whether Wu'er lived or died did not matter at all?

Xu Xinjie's movements ceased, turning somewhat desolate. The snobbery she had displayed when rejecting Chen Lin earlier, and her earlier determination to engage in intimacy with Chen Lin for money, made her feel utterly cheap in her own eyes.

They both worried that the other would be too indulgent with themselves, bearing the pressure of both family and career entirely alone, completely failing to realize that perhaps they could progress together, each sharing a shoulder to carry the weight of their respective families and work.

Hearing her own voice in the headphones, Zhou Xiao found it rather strange. Fortunately, the staff had explained in advance that this seemed to be due to differences in sound propagation pathways, so she didn't need to mind it.

Yan Jiaxin lowered her head, twisting her clothes and shaking her head. Seeing her like this, those subordinates sharply noticed the wild pheasants and fruits placed on the ground—food prepared for them by Ning Weijin, enough to last several days, and every day he would bring back plenty of other fresh things from outside.

After all, on the day the new king entered the palace, he had washed the royal palace in blood. Even after scrubbing the floor, the smell of blood still lingered, failing to dissipate for days.

Chen Lin did not move, remaining completely still. Time seemed to freeze in that instant, and the surrounding environment became utterly disconnected from him, because he could no longer feel anything around him, nor could he even feel the pain in his heart.

"It's me," the youth who looked identical to him slowly spoke, his voice much hoarser than his own, carrying the weakness of someone just recovering from a serious illness.

The white robes and long hair fell away, revealing a handsome face. However, this face currently bore deep disgust, for even after shedding the white robe and wig, that nauseating stench still clung stubbornly to her body.

Yang Yunhui immediately focused his attention intently on Wang Chonglie on the stage, eager to learn what divine mystery he was about to teach.

Having satisfied his appetite, Song Tianqi started the van and drove back along the path he had come toward the Luoyi Safe Zone.

According to the pattern of the previous rounds, Qian Jiaoyue would at this moment unhesitatingly choose "odd," and after Lord Liu opened the dice cup to reveal an "even," a silver note worth one hundred thousand liang would flutter from Qian Jiaoyue's hand to Lord Liu's table.

When they first arrived in the East, this master-disciple pair had issued a warning to Dongfang Guyue that his chief disciple, Jin Renfeng, harbored malicious intentions and a rebellious bone.

Yet at that very moment, Yang Kang, unable to bear it any longer, thrust his sword forward, piercing Yang Tiexin's heart on the spot. Yang Tiexin sank to his knees, blood flowing unceasingly.

"Fei'er, you truly don't remember me anymore." The handsome man suddenly looked crestfallen, his foot stumbling as he involuntarily leaned back against the ancient tree behind him.

If we were to marry, our child could walk openly down the streets. With my status, not to mention walking unhindered, he could even ascend to the heavens if he wished.

Lin Xiao glanced at the newcomer, his pupils contracting slightly as a wave of puzzlement stirred in his heart.

They drove back first to pick up his aunt and uncle, and Qiao Sikai happily called home, arranging to meet at the Qiao family courtyard.

During the afternoon recreation time, taking advantage of everyone being busy, Qiao Sikai quietly took Nie Suyao out to retrieve some items.

After a long while, he finally pulled himself out of the excitement of acquiring a treasure and tucked the revolver away into his spatial storage.

Yan Ruyi parted her lips, intending to say something, but ultimately uttered nothing. Still, that Miao Ruyin did not seem like a benevolent person from any perspective.

"Your life is your own, believe it or not. I pulled you up simply because I want to use the stall outside your house," Dou Qingyou said coolly.

"Fine." The person holding the test tube stopped wasting words, poured the contents into the pool, and happily departed with their companion.

Masters, if you wish to chat or whatever, at least let these two put the disciple down first, won't you?

"And if there is?" Yan Lin asked with a smile. The delicate sensation at his fingertips drove him to intoxication, and the faint fragrance emanating from her made him even more lightheaded.

At that moment, with a loud "bang," the door suddenly flew open. A foot stepped in first, followed by a tall figure striding in from outside, and with a "clatter," the door slammed shut again.

"I'm sorry, Director Sen, I'm very busy," Fu Jingci coughed lightly and said with a feigned air of seriousness.

Because Yunhao had already spoken in advance to the old woman guarding the gate, Yunyao encountered no obstruction when she arrived there.

Yet upon hearing her words, Ye Xingyu suddenly burst into a foolish laugh, his entire face glowing brightly as if reflecting the morning sun, while his gaze remained freezing cold and terrifying, sending shudders down one's spine.

In his impression, the Sect Master was not a stern person, and moreover was around their age, so he felt no fear toward Chen Xiu.