Chapter 30: The Self-Cultivation of a Big Shot

As we spoke, we arrived at the backyard. It was my first time entering, and the moment I stepped inside, I heard the sound of barking dogs.

Setting aside the vast disparity in wealth, power, and status, Wang Tianbao, as the vice president of the Digital Group, was already an honored guest of the mayor, regardless of what the future might hold.

"Men are discussing business?" This remark was clearly a dig at my cousin, implying he wasn't a real man. Had it been anyone else, they would have either thrown a punch or glared with rage, but my cousin simply held his tongue, his face turning crimson, before slinking away with Yang Lilin to another room.

Yet, even that blade, which had slashed nearly half of Li Yuhu's torso from her chest, had failed to claim the life of this youth with such delicate, refined features.

The hook-nosed man wore his hair in a sharp, short cut. A battle-axe was strapped to his back, and with a hammer in one hand and a chisel in the other, he was busy chipping away at another large stone at his feet.

Zhao Ziheng did not mind at all. Although he had felt a bit unaccustomed to Zhao Jing being on leave at first, he now found it relaxing and felt at ease having a space to himself.

After summoning his spatial ring and confirming multiple times that there were no toxins inside, Lin Cheng finally extended his spiritual consciousness into it.

However, when he spoke the truth to the demonic cultivator, the man merely sneered. In his eyes, He Shaoji must have truly lost his mind; who would believe such a story? Was he really hoping to scare him off with just those words?

A-Niu did not mention seeing the ox-head. Everyone was already like a bird startled by the mere twang of a bowstring; speaking of it would only serve to increase the panic.

Unless it was a moment of dire necessity, Lin Cheng would avoid revealing it to others as much as possible.

Cai Heng expertly directed the two guards at the door to clean up the room; judging by his expression, it was clearly not his first time doing so.

People need to find things to do. Regardless of whether you are rich or poor, the poor work to put food on the table, while the rich work for ideals and pursuits. Lu Tianyu just wanted something to keep himself occupied, otherwise, his mind would always be filled with wild, wandering thoughts.

The higher-ups' decision could be seen as an affirmation of Ji Shaohan's efforts; after enduring over a year of hardship on the border, he had finally achieved a positive result.

Liu Shu watched as so many of the soldiers he had painstakingly trained were slaughtered by the giant boulders. The heavy losses made him fume with rage, his seven orifices practically emitting smoke. He roared repeatedly, thrusting his spear forward again and again.

Daochuan Haba let out a cold snort and stopped speaking with Lin Chen. He had lost his patience.

It is precisely this process—creating form from the formless and stirring waves within tranquility—that allows the cultivation of the Heart-Matching Seal to influence one's vital energy and blood. It is truly one of the pinnacle martial arts.

Even a master of the Innate Martial Dao would find it difficult to withstand such terrifying pressure and momentum.

The man held the lid of his teacup and skimmed the foam off the surface; every movement was as fluid as flowing clouds and running water, indescribably elegant.

The boy, upon hearing this, remained silent. He sat down beside his companion and waited quietly for the dawn.

Xiao Yimei understood, of course. At that moment, she only felt a heart-wrenching pain, a suffocating sensation that left her struggling to breathe.

Thinking of this, Li Pubu immediately logged onto the forum and posted the video he had captured earlier.

"Are you talking about my sister?" Liang Bing suddenly spoke, interrupting Mu Xuan and looking him straight in the eyes.

Director Wang's brows were deeply furrowed. He looked at Ning Bei, fell silent for a moment, and finally gritted his teeth. "Mr. Ning, is this really effective?"

At this moment, Daoist Xingde felt immensely fortunate—immensely fortunate that he and Shankuai had such a good relationship.

Just as he was filled with confusion, to the point where his scalp began to tingle, a voice suddenly cut in from the side, making his heart skip a beat.

Following Huyan Zhuo's command, drums and trumpets blared throughout the Song army's ranks. Squads of infantry marched forward in orderly formation, bladesmen, spearmen, and pikemen in the front, with crossbowmen in the rear. A forest of spears and pikes stood tall, and the arrowheads glinted with a cold, icy light.

The chaos outside the Qingming Blessed Land had nothing to do with Ye Jin; he was entirely immersed in his secluded cultivation.

He swung his sword again and again. Though he could no longer circulate his internal energy, his unhealed body grew weary, and it was only a matter of time before he could no longer hold on.

Teacher Da Fei felt a surge of anger in his heart. Since he led his team to the World Finals in S3, when had SKT ever returned without holding the championship trophy?

Unlike the "protagonist," a half-baked warlock who hadn't even grasped his own path, the Warlock's path seen through the thoughts of that great evil sorcerer was shockingly complete.

Of course, the others did not notice this; they were simply stunned by Lin Ye's performance.

Qian Zhixing and Deng Xiaoping nodded hesitantly after a long while. Watching He Lan walk out of the arena first, the murderous aura she had just exuded had clearly terrified the two, who were usually so confident and arrogant; even after they stepped outside, they didn't dare get too close to her.

The financial company, IT firm, headhunting agency, and corporate business school in the back all needed personnel. Leng Mengjie's projection for next year was over three thousand people, and that didn't even include Chen Xuyuan's R&D center.

Chen Xuyuan's words were like a gentle breeze, and the tense heart of the youth instantly calmed at the sound of them.

Han Xuan decided to attend Han Meng's wedding banquet in Danyang. Han Qi certainly knew how to put on a show; Han Meng's bride-to-be, the Lady Xu from Wanling, was met by a wedding procession of nearly a thousand people organized by Han Qi. Since the road from Danyang to Changsha was too long, Han Qi had rented out the largest venue in Wanling.

Wu Ming knew that Han Lu treated him so well because he had once saved her life. Han Lu valued this debt of gratitude deeply, which caught the former somewhat by surprise, though whether it was truly just because of that, no one could say for certain.