Chapter 59: Seeing Tang Wangwan Building a House, Jealous Trouble-Makers Arrive

Mr. Ii-numa ate two consecutive giant-sized bowls of rice and a huge bowl of ramen... with a face as if he had taken some kind of stimulant.

"Tora-ko, what are you thinking about, looking so happy?" While Tora-ko stood frozen by the roadside, Fang Mu and the others had already caught up.

Fang Mu also noticed the look of fear in Old Man Duan's eyes when he looked at him, but he thought nothing of it. On the contrary, Fang Mu felt that it was actually a good thing for Old Man Duan to fear him. As long as Old Man Duan was afraid of him, he would at least have to think twice about the consequences before trying to stir up any trouble in Wang Town in the future.

Fang Mu did not originally belong to this era; since heaven had brought him here, heaven surely had its own arrangements. Even if others could not understand what Fang Mu was doing now, he would still proceed according to his own thoughts.

"Although the jewelry and silver shop brings in a decent income, it can only be considered average!" Many members of the Zhao imperial family were involved in business, so Zhao Kai naturally knew a thing or two about it, and his own family even possessed corresponding industries.

President Tian surveyed the venue with shrewdness, making everyone sense a subtle difference and immediately quiet down.

Within the imperial palace of Xingqing Prefecture, Princess Lando gazed at her almost sickly reflection in the bronze mirror. A bitter smile involuntarily touched the corners of her mouth, and deep sorrow filled her heart, yet she could no longer shed a single tear.

Over the past few days, the atmosphere in the Academy of Knowledge had been terribly oppressive. The children studying there knew very well that from the day they entered the academy, they were destined not to pursue official careers, but rather to learn a practical trade to earn a living in the future.

"The function of half a dragon talisman should be similar to that of a military tally. If I guessed correctly, the Qing Emperor left one half of the dragon talisman to the tomb guardians, and the other half to the inheritor of the dragon vein treasure," Ye Jiuxiang said thoughtfully.

Qiu Hao gently wrapped his arm around Hong Dou's shoulder, letting her lean against his chest. Hong Dou could hear the strong and steady sound of Qiu Hao's heartbeat.

Wang Lan frowned slightly. The spatial fluctuation just now was very strange; its intensity was not high, but the propagation distance was extremely, extremely far. Furthermore, she could sense Jiang Xinyu, yet she could not sense it? That hardly seemed reasonable.

They put on black backpacks, simultaneously drew out large black sacks, pulled out a long black rod from the sacks, and headed straight for first class. The two were dressed ordinarily and acted sneakily, looking highly suspicious, but Chu Ziyou had his own way—he did not want to attract trouble.

This seemed to touch a nerve for some people, and countless condemning voices flooded back into Li Yi's live broadcast room.

Fu Ze cast a sideways glance and gave a cold smile as if he had known everything all along. His deep eyes were filled with mockery, though he remained silent.

"That's for the best." Miura Yumiko nodded, then turned and left with Ebina Hina.

Jing Yi covered his forehead, closed his eyes in despair, and wished he could dig a hole on the spot to bury the other person. He grabbed Wen Yanxi a second before she walked out the door, hoisted her forcibly over his shoulder, and threw her back onto the bed.

An ordinary alchemist would probably fail to discover the mysteries hidden within these ferns, but Luo Ming possessed the Soul-Devouring Urn, allowing him directly to perceive soul power.

Liu Qianwu possessed sharp senses, so she naturally noticed the probing gazes around her, both direct and subtle. Feeling rather uncomfortable, she instinctively lowered her head.

Father Shao took a step closer, staring at Wen Yanxi with an iron-blue face. She felt a chill run down her spine under his gaze and took a step back.

An Ran and Zhou Fanghua, who had temporarily reached a ceasefire agreement, finally grew quiet for the moment. Only An Ran's slightly hurried breathing, not yet fully calmed, rose and fell in the dim and murky night.

Qing Que sneered and ignored Ma Ling. She knew that a favored child of heaven like Ma Ling would cling relentlessly to an opponent if they encountered one of equal strength. However, she had witnessed Ling Qian's alchemy skills with her own eyes, and that level of proficiency was something Ma Ling could never match.

Wang Chao wore a flattering smile. "Brother Fang, I really didn't mean anything by it. You guys go ahead and play; I won't disturb you any longer." With that, he turned, waved his hand, and his subordinates followed him away.

Ling Qian frowned slightly, then once again produced three medicinal herbs and a spiritual pill, using his mental power to control the subterranean fire to melt them into liquid.

Lei Peng wore an evil smile, standing with his hands behind his back as he looked at Jiang Ji, playing with his prey as leisurely as a cat toying with a mouse.

"Hmph, the Eastern Continent is full of martial artists; who could possibly interfere with spatial transmission? Even in the Western Continent, very few mages possess such ability," an elder objected.

Looking at the table brimming with food, Ye Qinglan suddenly felt a sourness in her nose. Every dish was her favorite.

Compared to his worries, however, he had no idea that his seemingly insignificant action had already affected the future pattern of the entire Shu region.

Even if any valuable items had truly been left behind, they would likely have been thoroughly plundered by those fierce beasts long ago.

"You are the deputy director of the municipal bureau?" Chen Weiqiang asked in surprise. It seemed today's matter was a bit tricky.

Originally, he had not wanted the token, intending to keep Qiyun out of the matter. Even if his eventual assistance to Kshitigarbha failed, it was unlikely to implicate Qiyun.

The thug sprawled on the ground, and Xia Yuan simply planted himself right on top of him. He leisurely looked at the boss eating his meal. The boss of the Sea Gang was called Dragon of Eight Directions; the reason for this nickname was that he had seven ferocious ghost tattoos inked across his face.

The so-called plaza was situated on a floating island within this fifth layer of heaven. The surrounding area had been flattened by powerful spiritual energy into a wasteland, and right in the center, a large crowd had gathered.

Leng Mian, who was usually so talkative, remained uncharacteristically silent this time, merely shifting his gaze upward and curling his lip in disdain.

Back beneath the statue, Bai Su had used her ability to evade the search of Mo Jun's obsessive memory complex. Although her movements were eventually detected by the massive horde of skeletons, it was already an impressive feat.

However, Second Uncle did not seem to intend to dodge. He continued playing his bamboo flute, and then a bizarre scene unfolded: as those giant palms kept crashing down, they unexpectedly disintegrated on their own. Dozen after dozen of palms shattered one after another in succession. By the time they struck right above Second Uncle's head, they had all completely dissolved.