Chapter Thirty-Two: A Culinary Contest

"No, I'm fine. Well, there's really no place here that's convenient for conversation. Wu, let's go down the mountain and find somewhere to sit? Weiwei, you take a walk with Mr. Yan."

"Alright, Grandpa!"

Without the driver, Old Zheng and his granddaughter Weiwei couldn't leave and had no choice but to wait until the driver returned to pick them up.

Director Wu drove Old Zheng down the mountain.

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Huilian and Fang Xiaohui personally cremated the bodies of Jueyuan and Huimin, sending them on their way with their own hands. As for what happened afterward, we will not discuss it for now.

The Swordsman gave a helpless smile; he didn't expect Yuan Shoucheng, after so much roundabout talk, to finally admit his purpose was money, silver to be precise.

The Dragon Turtle naturally would not compete with Qi Tianshou. Not only was the Dragon Turtle a summoned deity of Qi Tianshou, but having previously lost to the Left Attendant, even with three more dragon gallstones, he wouldn't dare challenge the Left Attendant again.

Lianyun City strode out from the Golden Peak Hall, walking straight to his room. All these days he had been away, he hadn't slept properly, and now that he was back, he still had no opportunity for rest.

Yet the facts forced him to believe that the man before him truly dodged his punch in less than a second.

Lianyun City looked and saw only disciples; the leader of the Huashan Sect was absent. It seemed that the news from that year might not be reliable after all.

This time, the Swordsman used the Fourfold Azure Sword to cut through the bandit Li Biao in the black mist, only to realize he had struck something even harder than those twin axes—a cylindrical object.

Sun Wukong had traversed all eighteen levels of hell, slaughtering his way in and out seven times, leaving chaos in his wake.

There, Li Hongxing slowly spoke four words: “What does this child in my belly have to do with me?”

The Righteous Monk was indeed courageous, usually straightforward and bold, though his Buddha nature was not as profound as Zhengkong's. Still, he was a cultivator of the Buddhist path.

As Qiongqi pressed forward, Yuanli retreated to a tree, cornered with nowhere left to run. Yunyi worried Qiongqi might harm Yuanli and was about to help, when Qiongqi suddenly pinned Yuanli against the tree.

County Magistrate Chen stared at the backs of Changsun Changqing and his companions, pondering for a long time, a glint of malice flickering in his eyes.

Her personal pursuits were one thing, but the company’s interests were another. Later, seeing she was out of step, they assigned her the agent Zhu Hailan. Previously things had been fine, but now she was clearly angered and began entertaining other thoughts.

Lang Jifeng still had two pills of higher efficacy prepared for the “strange fire,” but he didn't expect to use them so soon. This caught him completely off guard.

Even after years in the entertainment industry, she had met many handsome men, but none had stunned her this way, leaving her repeatedly at a loss for words.

Meanwhile, some of the higher-ups in the Water Palace exchanged glances in secret, but ultimately no one had faith in Shen Dao. The gap between Shen Dao and Qiu He was much greater than that between Xu Fu and Li Ting.

Wang Zhibin was shrewd; sensing Chu Xi's displeasure, he quickly took his leave.

On Jiang Yincheng's side, the force of the light grew weaker, unable to withstand his attack. With one final, violent blow, the light burst into a spark and vanished.

Immediately, the elephant's trunk did not fully retract, but dropped vertically with a crash from about three feet above the ground. Chu Dongtian, clutching the trunk, was slammed to the earth; pain shot through his back so intensely it felt as if his spine had been shattered in a single instant.

"No matter what, it's not a problem. The Murong family won't skimp on the advertising money. The main issue is that once you go out, if your enemies find you, you'll be in real danger!" Murong Yunxiao said, frowning.