Chapter Eighty-Seven

Pei Weiwei watched and watched until she was a little dazed, resting her chin in her hands, her dark, bright eyes fixed without blinking on the sleeping beauty.

In truth, those pellets could not even really be called elixirs. At best, they were medicinal materials that had undergone only the simplest processing. The energy within them was extremely violent; if an ordinary person swallowed one, it would bring no benefit at all, and would instead cause them to burst apart from the furious medicinal force inside.

Kenneth sat very gracefully across from her, scattering a few gemstones of different colors across the table.

Li Qingshi no longer paid attention to that side. He merely kept adjusting his state, so that when the time came he could learn more effectively.

The Old Goat had once warned Manda that using the abilities of a Divine Punisher carried a certain chance of drawing the gaze of the Lord of Divine Punishment. After that, Manda tried his best to avoid using his doppelganger. But recently he had neglected it, because his double had been parasitized by Medusa.

Before, they had always been unwilling to sever ties with the Jian family, partly out of concern that the elders were old, and that at least the grandson still had other relatives to care for him.

On the day it was completed, everyone, including Miluo, gathered at the entrance of the workshop to witness the birth of this mighty divine marvel.

Even if these spirit beasts were sold, they could fetch money enough to spend for several lifetimes.

Even a force of destruction capable of turning an entire sea into a dead zone could, without a master, only be suppressed by Qin Xiao’s world domain and made to obey his will.

Yet the vampires present felt both fear and longing toward the faint pressure of bloodline power emanating from Ye Xue. A bearer of such a formidable bloodline would surely achieve greatness in the future, and might one day lead the Duchy of Night toward a new era. Among vampires, bloodline places extraordinarily high demands on a ruler. To command all with a mere call through blood alone was no difficult thing.

Was it the great fire of Lamp Bearer that first burned this sea of sand? Or was it the yellow sands of Yunxiao that first extinguished this raging blaze? The elite disciples of the Three Pure Ones lineage, from ancient times, had at last come into direct conflict.

"Big Sister Xiao, why did you send the girl named Qiaozhen away?" she said, sounding somewhat reproachful.

At this moment the mountain wind howled. The middle-aged man stood with his hands clasped behind his back, his silver hair whipping wildly about him. The way that silver hair danced was like silver serpents: swaggering, overbearing, detached, and unrestrained. These qualities, so oddly, could all be found in him at once. It was a rather eerie sensation.

"Those Nine Leaves and Bole are not fools either..." said the South Pole Immortal Elder, immediately suspicious, the words slipping out before he could stop them.

Among the great powers of the Western Continent, apart from himself, no one was skilled in the calculations of heavenly fate. If this man were not eliminated, he would be an extraordinary trouble. Just as the Great Sage Equaling Heaven and the Green Lion King had been driven back step by step, half the reason lay with him, and the other half with the Star-Killing North Dipper Lord.

It echoed on and on above the battlefield. Gusts of wind swept past, and beside Dongfang Bi-yu, the bells hanging from Yi Zhi’s mount rang continuously, like a soul-calling song. Riding upon the wind, they carried away his thoughts and drew them back into the distant past.

The fall of the Daoist had been the result of an encirclement by ten peak quasi-sages. Bole, on the other hand, had been slain by another saint. To have a quasi-sage kill a saint—how could that be possible? These days, there were not many fools around. Hearing Jiang Ziya urge everyone to charge forward, all secretly laughed to themselves; in the end, no one rushed ahead.

"You see, our strength in this aspect is about the same. Find the target at the same time, then strike with a lethal blow," Zhuang Wangu said.

Primordial Lord of Heaven let out a cold snort and still said, "That Xuanmu has spent countless millions of years winning people over. Who knows whether this time he is merely putting on another bitter act?" As his voice gradually faded, it was clear that this was nothing more than him trying to save face.

"Aside from those few foundational, large-scale enterprises that the state must keep under control, the rest of these... there really isn’t much difficulty left," Xiao Han thought with certainty. After all, in terms of system reform, he had plenty of examples to draw upon—some of them were, in fact, future certainties for certain companies even now.

"Isn’t it not too late for a senior either?" Chen Tianxiu naturally knew the other might have misunderstood something about him. Of course, in a sense, it was not entirely a misunderstanding. He really had done something with Xue Yanni last night.

Meanwhile, Li Tianyu was still immersed in the pain of heartbreak, and naturally had no other thoughts. Still, compared with a couple of days before, he was gradually recovering; when he was with Chen Tianxiu and the others, he was no longer so silent.

Where had the members of the board of directors gone? Their phones could not be reached either. They seemed to have vanished from the world, all playing at disappearance. At this moment, a foreboding feeling rose in Pang Lin’s heart. He felt that his Pang family conglomerate might be finished.

After a full day of work, he finally finished handling the rosewood carving and sorted out forty-six copies before Ling Yuxin left. After all, the fragrance formulas had been contributed by Elder Zhao and Wen Yiming, and were confidential to outsiders.

He had not expected that even the faint scent on him would be detected by Jiang Hanxiang. That would be difficult to explain.

There would be no end to receptions and send-offs in the future, so it would not hurt to get to know more master chefs. Among Chinese people, discussions and relationship-building all happen around the dining table; no one can avoid it.

After leaving the hotel and returning home, he hurriedly took out his tools and slowly opened the lotus base of a bronze Buddha statue. Waves of fragrance drifted from inside, and it was clear there was more to it than met the eye.