Chapter 38: The Mistress’s Daughter

Lin Siqing pressed his lips together, struggling with the urge to apologize, yet words failed him. However, when he caught the stern expression on Zhang Chenxi’s face—a look that clearly said, "You had better not say it"—he swallowed the words he had been about to speak.

Zhang Chenxi swiftly snatched back the painting Lin Siqing had taken. He remained silent, his face ashen and terrifying, his teeth clenched so tightly that the muscles in his cheeks twitched. His eyes held a complex mixture of anger and anguish.

These disparate forms of energy collided, instantly superimposing upon one another to unleash an explosive power far exceeding the sum of their parts.

The sacrificial treasure was Song Wa’s only opportunity to shed his identity as a jailer of Gyeongbokgung Palace; without this chance, his own natural talent would never be enough to break free from the palace’s confines.

If the ghost summoned by Li Li and the others during their spirit-calling game was truly a spirit who had died unjustly in this building, then our previous deduction—that they were being manipulated by someone practicing ghost-raising—could not possibly hold true.

"Fine," Qi Mingfei finally nodded. "What is it you need to look into?" He pulled out his phone and opened his notes app.

Regardless of anything else, Guan Caixing had never harmed him and had, in fact, helped him on many occasions.

Zhuge Liang and Li Yan walked side by side. With enemies surrounding them on all sides, Li Yan found it difficult to speak. He merely glanced at Zhuge Liang, instinctively reaching up to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead. Zhuge Liang’s recent actions had truly startled him; he had never expected Zhuge Liang to be so bold.

Except for one table far off in the distance where two instructors remained seated, the other tables were completely vacant.

The thick dust caused by the explosion lay like a layer of snow; every step taken left a deep, clear footprint.

Li Mao did not believe a single word of the translator’s account of what Mo Chuo had said. Abu, the leader of the Molong tribe of the Shanbei Shiwei, had died from a fall from his horse a year before the delegation was attacked; it had nothing to do with any punishment from the Uyghurs.

"My Lord! The situation with the Black Mountain Army seems a bit off!" Another lieutenant beside Cao Cao suddenly frowned and shouted toward him.

Looking at the dejected Tang Yun, Wang Li felt not a shred of sympathy, only utter disgust. "I knew you were a loser, but I never expected you to have to borrow money just for a few tens of thousands. And you have the nerve to lose your temper with me?"

Red Fox Xian’er was famous in the Northwest precisely for her ruthless methods when dealing with scumbags. If Meng Tang needed someone to deal with a scumbag, she would be the perfect candidate.

"The Sect Master must have important matters to attend to; why not temporarily delegate the decision-making power to the Great Elder?" Li Zhuang said, looking at An Lanfeng.

In the last few thousand years, those who could have so many people come to see them off of their own volition before they died were few and far between—you could count them on one hand.

Yet, when the long sword struck the wooden staff, it produced a metallic clash, and the staff remained completely unscathed.

However, thanks to his popularity in South Korea and his domestic social media reach, Chen Hongjing was directly scouted by Evergrande’s top executives. Even if it yielded no substantial results, he could at least attract a massive wave of traffic.

Watching this, Yang Fan grew increasingly jealous. He wanted that face, too. No one knew that he had gone to Japan, hoping to have a plastic surgery expert there see if he could be remodeled to look like Chen Hongjing.

After scanning the data with his divine sense, Qin Yuan arrived at the answer: revenue had increased by forty percent compared to the previous quarter.

Founded eighteen years ago, it had caught the prime window for real estate development, quickly went public, and gradually expanded its investment market.

However, he simply loved it when Su Liruo was like this; the more she fussed, the more it proved how much she cared for him.

An Ning learned from Sijiu that among the travelers were princes and princesses, as well as frontier soldiers—all of them honorable and respectable figures—though their identities had to remain strictly confidential.

After his attempts proved fruitless, Han Kun pushed the Dragon Saliva Pearl back into the spatial rift. Only within the Divine Creation Workshop could the aura of the Dragon Saliva Pearl be completely masked, ensuring that no one would ever be the wiser.