Chapter 65: The Only One in the Country

"Impossible!" Feng Feng was the first to leap to his feet. "You're lying! What proof do you have?"

"And what if I do have proof?" Yan Xuan remained calm throughout, even after a confrontation with his future father-in-law. "What price are you willing to pay?"

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Miao Fu hurried forward, his heart swelling with pride as he saw Wang Yuan's face turn pale. Yet, after years of working together, he found it hard to completely turn against him. He hesitated for a moment, then stepped aside, watching out of the corner of his eye.

Wei Ziqing drew a deep breath, picked up the Supreme Treasure's Demon-Exposing Mirror and looked into it. The reflection was his true face, unchanged, which was only to be expected.

After the Aliosalim Air Force Base was attacked by the Mandarins, a soldier from the base arrived in New York. His final appearance was right at the center of the theater explosion.

Unlike the previous two times, as soon as Boss Li stepped out of the barrier, a squadron surged toward him, each member possessing impressive cultivation. Their leader was clearly a Grand Golden Immortal.

Lin Wanbai had not forgotten to re-examine the samples from the ship that had crashed on Venus.

Looking at Dr. Hall, who no longer bled or trembled, his wide eyes stared unseeing—dead as could be.

After the defeat, Zhang Jun barely managed to clean up the aftermath, retaining Sichuan and Guanzhong and beheading Qu Duan to shift blame. His conduct earned widespread criticism and Zhao Gou’s suspicion. In the following years, he found himself marginalized.

The Celestial Guide had mentioned before that the Immortal Lake was surrounded by a vast formation covering a thousand miles, barring entry to immortals below the Grand Golden Immortal level. Surely no Grand Golden Immortal would be bored enough to torment a mere Nascent Soul cultivator like me? So Li Chengzhu figured this illusion array must have been abandoned.

"Hand over the car keys!" Xie Hui barked without looking up. His tone was brisk and forceful—military style through and through.

They didn’t speak much; upon entering the hall, each placed their items in order, cleaning utensils or lighting fires, flitting about the room like butterflies, busy as ever.

As soon as Lu Mingyuan finished, the whole room burst into laughter at his wit and humor. The previously tense, sharp, and unfriendly atmosphere was eased considerably by his playful banter.

The saddle-like object and ropes that had been on the elephant’s back now lay scattered across the ground or among piles of bones.

Bai Wanmei couldn’t help but shake her head at this point. Cheng Yihai’s words were indeed excessive; Pei Shiyin deserved her sympathy, yet the fact that Cheng Yi needed an heir was undeniable.

If she hadn’t realized it before his confession, then after he confessed, if she still didn’t know, that was truly indefensible.

Xiao Ran and Chen Qinghua raised their glasses as well. In such settings, Xiao Ran usually took the lead. Chen Qinghua suffered from coronary heart disease and shouldn’t drink much. As Chen Qinghua’s wife, Xiao Ran handled all social occasions with effortless finesse.

"Langlang, don’t be rude; he really is your father," Jiang Yueqing said softly, a little heartbroken. Her son was not your typical well-behaved child.

No matter what, Gu Yili and the others were determined to keep these companion snakes. If they couldn’t, they would at least greatly reduce their numbers.

"I wonder if the Tower Spirit has recovered." Yuan Chen was about to run over when a chestnut-colored horse galloped toward him, appearing at his side.

When meeting the shepherd again, the only chance to recognize him instantly was in that fleeting moment before he had disguised himself.

However, before Xiao Yu could finish speaking, the space around them began to tremble violently. The bone powder "ceiling," already fragile, cracked open in several places, and grayish-white bone fragments fell from above.