Chapter 116: Regarding the Hengqing Group

Upon hearing that Qingzhi had helped secure a major contract, Lord Hengshu set down his teacup and said, “Qingzhi, you’ve worked hard running around. I happen to have crafted some little gadgets capable of making pastries. I wonder if the treats they produce will suit your taste.” With that, he beckoned a collection of peculiar flying magical devices and began preparing pastries right before Qingzhi’s eyes.

Qingzhi, always fascinated by Hengshu’s ingenious creations, observed the array of pastry-making devices with curiosity. After a long gaze, she finally looked away and said, “It’s nothing. Years of traveling for business have allowed me to witness the diverse landscapes and customs across regions. I don’t find it tiring at all.”

This set of intricately specialized pastry-making artifacts worked in perfect harmony with remarkable efficiency, quickly producing a batch of delicacies that resembled...

In the end, the price for this martial art was fixed at twenty Physique Crystals, which was the highest price among beginner-level Yellow-grade martial techniques. Such a sum could easily purchase a mediocre mid-level Yellow-grade martial art.

Even someone as formidable as the Twelve Blood Envoy—a late-stage Eternal Realm existence—could, with a single full-powered strike, at most obliterate several hundred to a thousand star systems entirely.

It felt as though one had stepped into an entirely different realm—a world woven from advanced technology and gifted individuals, yet astonishingly peaceful and harmonious.

Su Mi, however, stared blankly at the scene before her. Something within her heart overlapped and layered, as if she had once again been dragged into that nightmare. The familiar surroundings gradually overwhelmed her, like an omnipresent vast net that tightly bound and trapped her, impossible to escape.

The title “Celestial Hand Physician” was unknown even to Long Tian, and the revelation that the Demon Clan possessed an Emperor left him astonished. Yet Long Tian could not comprehend why the Celestial Hand Physician did not continue to endure in silence but instead seemed drawn to self-destruction like a moth to flame.

Meanwhile, Zhao Hao received news from the Manchester City Club—the team had secured the runner-up position in the Premier League.

“This is impossible, absolutely impossible,” Ouyang Mengxin shook her head repeatedly. From her perspective, the other party was still just a child, and she was unwilling to jeopardize the youngster’s future. More importantly, the child’s father was an investor; if he learned about this, he might immediately withdraw his funding.

“Three Heavenly-grade Ninth-Rank swords, priced between thirty thousand and fifty thousand Spirit Crystals each. Generally, a single Heavenly-grade Ninth-Rank sword can fetch ten thousand Spirit Crystals. Some peak Heavenly-grade Ninth-Rank weapons can even sell for thirty thousand Spirit Crystals,” the middle-aged man replied.

“In that case... I have no choice,” Wang Qi shrugged upon hearing this, spreading his hands in a gesture of helplessness before turning and walking away.

Upon hearing Zhao Hao’s words, Toliya and the others dispersed slightly, standing behind Zhao Hao.

The car arrived at the doorstep where Huo Zhengliang and his wife, along with Huo Qifeng and his wife, their ten-year-old son, and Huo Tianlan awaited to warmly welcome Qin Feng’s family and Huo Tianqi inside. They shared tea in the living room and exchanged casual conversation until lunchtime.

“You truly are a scoundrel; I can’t stand you,” Qin Feng joked as the car drove into the townhouse community.

“Thousand-Layer Waves?” Tian Sheng was momentarily stunned before realizing the other must have been referring to the overlapping water walls. However, he hadn’t actually noticed the walls were layered a thousand times.

“Let’s buy some meat first, then some...” Lv Xianger and Zao’er walked back hand in hand, as the shops along the street slowly began closing while still welcoming guests to sit.

Ling Yuntian narrowed his eyes, his heart brimming with relentless killing intent. “Chen Langya, today I believe you will come. As long as you dare show yourself, I will ensure you return no more. You have offended many; if one can’t kill you, surely ten can.”

Perhaps it was youthful folly in love, but now, recalling the days by the river, Ding Junqing seemed insignificant. The only thing he remembered was Cheng Shuwei’s kneeling and tearful pleas.

Chuxiu never questioned where Lord Mu’s wealth came from but had heard that he had discovered a treasure left behind by the Great Xi Dynasty. For centuries, many had fought over the Dragon Vein treasure, with countless losing their lives searching in vain. Yet Lord Mu had found it. Perhaps this was destiny marking him as a ruler born for greatness.