Chapter Sixty-Seven: Encounter with Wu Rui Once More

Chen Ao was somewhat well-known in the advertising industry; when he set out to inquire, his efficiency far surpassed Ma Wu’s. Soon, he sent Ma Wu the phone number. Perhaps Chen Ao had already given advance notice, for when Ma Wu called, a professional picked up immediately, her voice gentle as she asked, “Hello, sir, are you seeking to discuss advertising cooperation with us?” Ma Wu thought, this feels much better. Indeed, his own level was gradually rising...

For most people, ascending to a Superior Spiritual Eye required a Superior Spirit Gathering Pearl, but he was not like most.

Thus, Li Huo’s people settled in Gong County, while Zhang Yang’s forces, upon receiving the news, assembled an army of forty thousand and marched toward Chenggao.

Cao Ang was still shaken; he remembered listening to Comrade Old Guo’s tales about reckless men and assumed it was mere fabrication.

Li Te rose at dawn, and amidst the drifting white snowflakes, he spun his dagger in a dance of silver light. Despite the biting cold, he boxed until sweat poured from his brow.

With his abilities, the slightest reveal of his previous life’s legacy would certainly attract the attention of Foundation Establishment cultivators, inviting immense trouble.

And this was only the beginning. Once this channel was opened, as the spiritual planter acquired more spiritual fields, the future profits could only increase.

Yesterday, when Mao Zhihua brought her to the True Central Spiritual Arts Academy, it was already late. After a few instructions, she had the dormitory teacher help her settle in. This morning, Lan Ran reminded her not to eat breakfast and led her straight to the classroom.

The gunman distracted Ao Xi with conversation, all the while trying to reach for the pistol tucked at his chest.

His purple-black eyes seemed to see through all of Fei Wangfang’s moves and counter them effortlessly.

Once the helicopter arrived, it circled overhead, cameras fully operational to record the scene, scanning remote areas for reconnaissance. Whenever someone was found hiding, a ground crew was immediately notified, and a police car would roar over.

But he quickly shook his head to dispel these thoughts—he no longer needed to seek death, so why look for ways to end his life now?

When she regained her senses, she found herself deep in the ocean, surrounded by darkness. Swarms of various fish accompanied her; some were shredded by suction, their bones scattered, while the survivors narrowly escaped, battered and barely alive.

As for the incident at the Wang family, Ling Yu no longer cared and didn’t bother to think about it. At that moment, he was leisurely walking, chatting away on the phone.

Yang Yan spotted a familiar man by the roadside; though his appearance hadn’t changed much, the aura he now exuded was different—more confident than before.

The upstream torrent surged forward, hissing like a branding iron plunged into water, while the celestial river in the sky fell alongside.

An Jing’s face flushed instantly, but fortunately her hair covered her cheeks, concealing her expression from the side. She tried to keep a straight face, but her lips couldn’t help curling into a smile.

“Not necessarily one hundred percent,” Qin Menglan said. It was also possible that the two had entered different missions at the same time by coincidence.

Her bloodthirsty desire crawled into her mind like ants, slowly eroding what little willpower she had left.

Just then, Ye Fan’s figure shot forth in a blur, vanishing from sight in an instant.

Lu Chen’s lips curved slightly in admiration; even as he praised, his figure soared into the air, heading straight for the Heavenly Machine Sacred Eye amidst the clouds.

He was sent flying, coughing up blood, filled with disbelief as he realized Zhan Feng had activated the War God bloodline—no wonder he was so powerful.

The four had already struck; in the blink of an eye, all of Zhao Wuji’s subordinates were slain. Now, it was Zhao Wuji’s turn to tremble in fear.

Zhang Ling’er nodded in understanding, while Chen Yingying remained in a dazed state, as if meeting her idol. Though she nodded too, it was uncertain whether, after a night’s rest, she would remember what she had agreed to.