Matters of the Heart

With a conflicted expression, Xiao Chan pressed a piece of suet white jade into her hand, flawless in its texture and engraved with the character "Xiao."

Xie Wuyang's punch, however, completely enraged the mountain monk. The old monster opened his blood-all-devouring maw, let out a hoarse and bizarre screech that startled the birds in the forest, and emitted a foul stench. Grinding his yellow, needle-sharp teeth, he lunged straight at Xie Wuyang's head to bite him.

Meng Xian felt somewhat guilty. In the past, she truly had been arrogant, assuming that under the protection of Old Madam Song, she could easily suppress Ruan Chuhan in every aspect.

She had originally thought the ultimate winner this time would be Chen Lin. Empowered by the Golden Elixir Scripture, Chen Lin's strength would soar, and her Ninghai County would rise to prominence accordingly.

Had it not been for Grand Tutor Pang's strict orders, he truly would not have been willing to let Chen Lin die, but an order was an order.

The Porsche Cayenne parked beside Qin Nana—with just its Beijing A license plate ending in four eights and valued at millions—was the best proof of this.

Ye Jintang leaned limply against the sofa in a daze, her eyes staring blankly ahead. Remembering the money she had earned tonight, she instantly perged up, stood up, and transferred four hundred and ninety thousand from her card to her master, keeping one thousand for herself as hard-earned money.

Xi Yingzhi was still running a fever and lacked physical strength; she was shoved so hard that she fell squarely onto her bottom, sending a sharp pain through her tailbone.

Ye Jintang nodded. As the car drove into the mansion, she got out and followed Li Feng upstairs to check on Li Mingjue.

Ye Jintang let out a sneer. She had merely magnified the hidden dissatisfaction these people held toward one another.

Even though her intentions had been seen through by the other party, Shangguan Yun felt not a trace of tension. The agents of the Security Bureau always acted with directness; if they intended to start a fight, they would strike without uttering a single word, rather than wasting so many breath-wasting words with him.

"What is there to explain? The facts are already crystal clear." Although Xiao Zihan was subdued by Ye Tian, her mouth remained entirely unyielding.

Though the spoils of this battle were bountiful, the enemy's formidable strength had also resulted in heavy casualties on their own side.

"Rest assured, Huang Yan is certainly not a man who loses sight of what is important. Man proposes, heaven disposes, but with me, Huang Yan, commanding the army, we will surely conquer the heavens! When the time comes for us to return in triumphant victory, Brother Mengde must not forget to reserve my share!" Huang Yan said with absolute confidence.

At that very instant, Wang Tian's mind became utterly empty. All the martial arts and techniques he had previously learned were completely "forgotten," and then, he slowly opened his eyes.

Of course, he had no intention of actually buying an oil painting; he was not an art collector, even though his knowledge in this field was reasonably extensive. In fact, influenced by the slovenly Taoist priest, he harbored a few less-than-stellar habits—such as a fondness for money. And high-value art pieces like oil paintings possessed immense intrinsic value.

"That God of War is chasing the chick you've got your eyes on, right? Later on, we'll go up and hit him with a sneak attack, take him down! Don't be afraid of that Ye Tian; what good is a single man? My brother has plenty of buddies!" This fellow Tang Gan turned out to be a physics major.

The rumor grew increasingly absurd, transforming in the end into this version: a proctor had groped a breast right in the middle of the exam room! And the victim was none other than Shi Tian, the dream girl of many male students! The examinees' fury burned ever brighter until someone threw the first punch, and the proctor was completely overwhelmed by a flurry of students' fists and kicks.

Clearly, Old Wang had been entirely kept in the dark when carrying out this mission. And as for his two companions, in Ye Tian's view, they were less like comrades and more like supervisors.

"Thank you, Lord Duke." Qiao Zhen did not stand on ceremony; after expressing her gratitude, she sat down on the stool, holding herself very straight.

Seeing him like this, the bearded man knew that Senior Brother Yuan Mu was acting up again. He needed to figure out which version was the truth before making a decision.

Hearing this, Gao Xianghan finally let out a breath of relief. This way, Chu Qiuhui would never be able to use this as leverage again.

"You're lying." Seeing his nervous expression, Mo Qingchen felt a mischievous urge. She raised an eyebrow, cast a sidelong glance at him, and her eyes suddenly shimmered with watery depths.

The old saying about compatriots meeting in a foreign land and shedding tears of emotion could not even begin to describe how she felt at this moment.

Glancing at the night outside, Qiao Zhen checked her abdomen and felt no discomfort. She shifted closer into Chen Xuanru's embrace and slowly drifted back to sleep.

The old man's words were entirely devoid of the sorrow that should have been there; in its place was a complex emotion blending helplessness and a sense of loss.

Chu Yu thought to herself that no wonder Guan Canghai's attitude toward her had occasionally seemed somewhat aloof. She had not dwelled on it at the time, simply assuming he was in a bad mood that day, completely unaware that he had actually been replaced by an entirely different person.

Bi'er supported Qi Suniang into the room, watched her sit cross-legged by the brick bed table, and also sighed, "My lady need not fret; perhaps this is a blessing in disguise. If Delong is not taking on commissions in the capital, the servants in the estate will be airing their grievances everywhere."

"What is your name?" By this point, Leng Hui could be certain that this fellow's strength was definitely extraordinary.

"Father, I understand." Han Baitong felt utterly ashamed, especially stinging was the phrase: "You are not even a fraction as good as Yang Fan."

Chen Ling had nothing to conceal from Aunt Bai, so she directly revealed the inside information she had overheard regarding Han Yuxun's cooperation talks with the Sihe Group.

At the same time, the roar of the giant bear also drew the attention of several other martial artists.

More importantly, the business Wang Nuo secured was not a long-term contract, but a short-term one that could be severed at any moment. Therefore, adding another one or two million to the payroll expenses would create immense pressure.

"As for these wretches... it doesn't matter whether they live or die." Mo Ning looked down condescendingly at the heavily injured team members, a look of disdain crossing her face, which was covered in glowing crimson mysterious markings. She gestured toward a distant pile of rubble, and a figure instantly soared into the air—none other than Mie Kong.

Before any further emotions could manifest, he had already breathed his last. Yang Fan held nothing back; the moment the Profound Heaven Sword struck, he instantly unleashed the killing intent and sword Qi sealed within the blade, reducing the man's meridians and internal organs to mush.

Yet in the end, she couldn't help but laugh softly at herself. She and he had already reached the point where they were inextricably intertwined—was there truly any need to split hairs over such details?

"Hahahahahahaha, yes, yes, yes! Whatever Madam says, it is!" Shen Hao laughed heartily, strode over to the window, and pulled the shutters closed.

Hearing that an appraisal was possible, Lu Tianyi suddenly felt a wave of relief. This would minimize the risk of binding with a beast of extremely poor quality.

Indeed, Zhao Kai was currently constructing a hack, and through this hack, he intended to siphon the power from this thread of primordial source.