Volume 1, Chapter 63: Every Tom, Dick, and Harry Claims Relation

What could possibly happen at the gallery?

Yan Xiao's end of the phone call was filled with so much chaotic noise that it was impossible to make out what she was saying.

"Wait there! I'm coming right now."

Qiao Yuan hung up the phone and drove toward the Liyuan Art Center.

However, to his slight surprise, seeing him launch an attack, Ye Kai did not even attempt to dodge, but instead looked at him with a mocking expression.

Today, he had two overriding priorities. The primary one was to let his nephew, Zhu Pengfei, stand out brilliantly at this grand conference, making these world-top mathematics professors eager to take him under their wing immediately.

She had never paid attention to this issue before; if not for the upcoming stage performance this time, she might not have noticed it at all.

Though Ah Mei, whose initial venture had failed, wanted to get close to the fake Juese, she still dared not rashly get into the fake Juese's carriage.

After a brief moment of thought, Qin Jianghan devised a countermeasure. He immediately summoned the top ten of the seventeen cultivators from the Qin family as usual, and together they left the ancestral city and headed toward the southern boundary. Qin Mu followed them in secret.

Supporting the iron sword, Bai Yu leaped up into the secret passage. Ximen Li also looked at the rain with a sorrowful gaze, and clutching Ximen Qing, jumped up into the secret passage as well, owing each other nothing henceforth and parting ways completely.

Chen Jingcang jumped down from the ox cart, bowed with cupped hands to the old man, and said, "Sir, my old friend is waiting for her, so I won't travel with you any longer. I will definitely pay a formal visit next time." Helian Zhou also looked from afar at that figure in the distance and said with a smile, "Very well." With that, he turned, drove the carriage away, and departed.

"That so-called Flame Lord, why is he here?" Young Master Su pointed toward the ancient-costumed man suspended in mid-air.

Wang Cong was also quite tactful and immediately snatched the wine pot, helping to fill his cup to the brim.

"Do not speak too soon. The matter of the Profound Dao Pearl is of paramount importance to you. The fewer people who know about it, the fewer troubles and the less danger you will have. Isn't that so?" said the Ancestor Jiuying.

A starry sky appearing in broad daylight was just like the sign when Lingyao was born back then. It seemed the successor was indeed Lingyao.

Knowing since early morning that his younger sister was returning, Su Mubai had requested leave from his company and rushed frantically to the airport, fearing that his sister wouldn't see him at the very first moment.

Chen Mingyang's gaze flickered without blinking for even a second throughout the entire process, while Chen Li beside him wore an expression of utter complexity.

Yuan Sheng looked at the reporter with an expression that clearly said, "You wasted your money," though the reporter paid it no mind.

"Why did you discover the ginseng when none of us noticed it?" Nan Jingchen asked in shock, noting that the ginseng looked at least a century old.

After staying with Liu Yiyi for a little while, Su Qiaonuan found herself unable to stay any longer, so she excused herself, claiming she still had matters to attend to. Before leaving, she did not forget to tell Liu Yiyi to get a good rest.

Thus came the transmission jades, which recorded scene after scene and the mysteries related to various divine arts within the jade slips. By watching the videos left by predecessors, one could comprehend the cultivation methods.

After a great calamity, the deities fell into internal strife, and supreme authority slipped from their hands. Various clans rose successively, and some factions mastered the method of "edict-consecrating deities," becoming known as divine dynasties. Factions centered around cultivators were called immortal dynasties.

Schuyler only had enough time to hear the whistle of bullets piercing the air, and then five places on his knees and arms were struck by bullets one after another. The immense pain almost cost the old man his life, and he hurriedly gulped down a bottle of [Steel Potion] to reduce the pain to its barest minimum.

Feeling his face instantly flush with a burning sensation, that feeling was precisely shame.

Jiang Lan's heart, however, began to beat violently and uncontrollably; life or death perhaps hung upon this single thought.

On the contrary, upon learning that Lily was Iris's supporter, she even took the initiative to show a warm attitude and readily introduced herself by name.