Chapter 34: Secrets (1)

Behind the vermilion curtains, a person sat on each side of the table.

Ji Ning lifted her exquisite white jade cup and took a small sip. The liquid was sweet and refreshing, and as the pure spiritual energy seeped into her lungs, her mind instantly felt clear.

She looked around, her eyes catching the painted beams and the ornate gold and jade architecture. Naturally, as a cultivator, she cared little for gold or silver; she only valued spirit stones and magical artifacts, so she felt no envy. Yet, when her gaze fell upon the walls behind her, filled with cabinets of rare treasures and magical tools, her mouth twitched, and her heart wept with envy.

Li Feng was lost in thought for a moment, wondering to himself, "She seems to cherish the flowers I picked so perfunctorily, doesn't she?"

This time, when Tie Hongyan saw Li Pingrun, she noticed he still seemed to be in a good mood. Although he didn't laugh inexplicably as he had the last time, she could still sense the joy within him.

The more he thought about it, the more he craved her—he craved her body, her lips, her brows, her eyes, and everything about her.

"You've essentially sold yourself. You've sold your reputation," Ji Shao said, feeling a twinge of heartache.

Biluo obediently followed Bai Qingyu’s instructions and went to the outer room. Seeing that no one was around, Bai Qingyu immediately placed his hand over his fingertips, and in the blink of an eye, he vanished from the room.

"Remember when he used to make us do things for him, that time he told us there would be seven rounds in total?" said Gray Hand.

Four hours passed, and Huang Quan and Ling'er were still waiting outside the door. During that time, Huang Quan brought some snacks, but Ling'er had no appetite. She remained crouched like a statue, head held high, staring unblinkingly at the door of the clinic.

Ye Chi stepped back to her original position, and the Wendo and the other parts of the Sacred Palm lit up again, leaving only the protruding thorn unlit.

"It's nothing. Bingru, what happened to you? How did you end up fainting by the roadside? Where is Uncle Chi?" Zhang Linmu asked.

"Did you try any methods to see the surroundings at that time?" Gray Hand asked.

However, he noticed that Liu Hao’s eyes remained calm from start to finish, showing not a hint of panic. Instead, there was a sense of composure and steady resolve, accompanied by a deep fighting spirit, as if he were still in complete control of the situation.

Li Haonan returned from the conference room and, not seeing Gu Xiaobei, felt a slight sense of displeasure. Over the past few days, Gu Xiaobei had been by his side constantly, and he had grown accustomed to it; now that she was suddenly gone, he felt a void in his heart.

"I was just about to go in!" Chen Shuang glanced at her with a grin, clamped the burger in his teeth, and with practiced, agile movements, vaulted over the iron fence.

Of course, although this martial art is vicious and powerful, it is not invincible. At the very least, many other arts can counter it; for instance, both extremely yin, soft techniques and extremely yang, hard techniques can overcome the Bone-Melting Palm.

"Senior Ye," Liang Dong said, bowing to Ye Ziyu. Ye Ziyu nodded without speaking. Afterward, Liang Dong introduced his family, and finally, Ye Ziyu glanced at Zhou Ming before turning and entering the stone house.

Just now, Zhou Bo had spoken loudly on purpose to humiliate Lin Feng, but now, everyone in the hall was stunned. This naturally included Xu Wen, who blinked her eyes at Lin Feng, seemingly trying to discern whether he truly meant what he said or if he was just trying to spite Zhou Bo.

He merely agreed, without promising to spare their lives. If there were an opportunity to kill these two competitors, Xu Zhe would never hesitate.

"You—" The God of Storms clearly realized this problem as well. Wang Biao dared to openly acknowledge it, which clearly meant he had no intention of letting him go. Judging by the current situation, things were extremely unfavorable for him; if he wasn't careful, he might truly fall here.

Zhang Yao thought carefully and reached a conclusion. "Er Long, where were you roughly at that time?" Having learned Zhang Yao's location, the next step was Yang Er Long.

Although the subordinates on that side were utterly bewildered—like monks confused by a riddle—they dared not disobey their boss's orders and quickly agreed to leave.