Chapter 30: Guilt Powder

(1/3)

Startled by something flying toward him, the host instinctively cried out, his alarmed voice carried through the microphone to every audience member present.

All eyes turned to the stage, where they saw a slender, pale arm casually lift up, its jade-like knuckles firmly grasping the orange-yellow jar.

The live broadcast camera captured the entire scene without missing a moment.

For a while, the crowd murmured in astonishment.

At the outer edge of the crowd, a man and woman were being...

But the stout shopkeeper felt more joy than shock. Clapping his palms together, the sword was securely clasped in his hands with a sharp snap. His Vajra palm gripped the sword tightly, laughing heartily, “This sword belongs to me now.” He tugged it back with force.

“Bi Hua pays respects to Immortal Qianyu and Fairy Xiyun,” he said, bowing slightly toward them.

“Bailu, why have you returned? It’s such a relief that you’re unharmed. I always knew that Luo Feiyu was nothing but a blabbermouth, two-faced and deceitful, with no real skill!”

Beside the two stood a large rectangular shield, slowly rotating, composed of hundreds of unknown cyan-colored bones suspended in midair.

She and Dong Wuxia were colleagues in the same project team, conducting the same experiment. She had returned safely, but Dong Wuxia had died from radiation exposure.

(2/3)

The clash between the inner and outer seas was imminent. The Thousand Islands Alliance was at a crucial moment, and a nascent soul-stage cultivator was vital to both sides.

The banquet was held according to ancient customs. Tang Wan took the seat of honor, while the young ladies were seated in pairs at the opposite end.

This was no ordinary fruit brand—this was a high-value Weitu phone, looking unassuming but worth as much as a luxury car.

At this, Lin Miaomiao spoke up, “There have long been rumors that Du Nanshou, the CEO of Jinyuan Group, amassed his fortune through unsavory means. Now, the appearance of this ledger only confirms those suspicions.”

He Jingchu stared blankly at Hua Shiyu, realizing she knew nothing about He Mubai.

Jun Wuju picked up the medicated ointment from the first aid kit, intending to treat Chu Xiangsi’s wound, but before he could, he...

Like Lin Nuannuan, Lin Nian’er had a sweet tooth—indeed, even more intense. She was practically addicted to sweets. Now that she was older, it had only worsened. Winter melon candies, pine nut candies—she carried them everywhere, always popping a few.

If not for her mother’s words, she truly would have believed that her father no longer loved her, only Ji Anqi and Ji Furong.

Some misunderstandings seemed pointless to clarify. No matter what, in the end, he dragged her into a pit of despair.

Zhongli Wuyou approached, about to ask, but she shook her head with a bitter smile and left without a word.

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“Yes!” Xue Mingrui murmured softly, taking Lin Nuannuan’s hand and warming it in his own.

Watching her clothes and hair slowly turn to ash, an unprecedented terror spread from the depths of her heart.

Now, Ruan Meng stood atop the Great Wall, the cold bricks beneath her boots, before her the world of humanity awakening anew.

Originally intending to make fish head soup with rice as the main meal, Lin Nuannuan glanced at the fish basket and found no fresh catch.

He did not regard the other’s rank, but lamented that his own magical power was far inferior. As he spoke, he bowed respectfully.

“It’s nothing. This is simply our duty as soldiers,” Pan Yuchen said, scratching the back of his head shyly.

Outside the round cauldron, Lin Lang and the others saw the palm print appear on the cauldron wall in unison, their expressions changing. But soon, Lin Lang’s face returned to normal. With a cold sneer, a flame far hotter than before flew out and landed in the dragon’s mouth.

Yet this feeling was elusive; some people never experience it in their lifetime—those destined never to become sharpshooters.