Chapter 23: Currying Favor

The biting cold wind of late autumn turned Gu Sheng’s small face deathly pale. Her injured right ankle throbbed with a dull ache, forcing her to walk with a slow, staggering gait. After taking a long detour, she finally spotted a lone figure in an old parking lot near the police station.

Gu Sheng squinted to get a better look.

Under the desolate, dimly lit sky, He Wenzhou leaned lazily against a Jeep that stood as tall as a man. He was so exceptionally striking that he seemed to stand out from his surroundings. As Gu Sheng walked...

Thinking of this, Ye Lou felt a sudden impulse. He entered his spatial realm and lay down on the floor in a peculiar posture.

"You take Xiu'er and stay here. Don't move. I'll go take a look," Scholar Lu said, rising from his rocking chair and heading toward the side door.

Yet, the young man who had intercepted the long sword merely flickered, appearing in an instant to seize the Foundation Establishment cultivator by the throat.

"You? You want me to shut up?" Karl Dathius stared at Jiang Chen, momentarily stunned. Then, a chilling, murderous intent emanated from his massive golden eyes. His voice, resonant like a tolling bell, made one’s eardrums ache with the sheer weight of his mounting rage.

In the feudal era, the common people held an instinctive sense of awe toward anything or anyone associated with the word "Imperial."

They had observed the target for six months, assuming it was an ordinary objective, yet it possessed the capability to destroy the world?

The black Taoist robe this man wore was crafted entirely of metal; it was less of a robe and more of a suit of armor styled like one.

Six years ago, Lan Xinyue had found Ruosheng, who had been brutally beaten, in the slums of Dongzhou and sent her to the local Dongzhou Academy, hoping she would gain the strength to protect herself.

As he said this, he suddenly felt a sense of déjà vu. It seemed that, without realizing it, he had begun to resemble Dr. Huang.

If his Dantian were shattered and his cultivation lost, all of Hu Tianyi’s hard-earned skills would have been wasted.

In Qiming County, no one dared to challenge Zhao Dahai. A mere few officers from the security bureau certainly wouldn't dare to defy his will.

The Autumn Wind Group held a clear advantage in numbers; the moment their team of over a dozen appeared, they immediately drew everyone's attention.

Although the Myriad Poison Sect had sent many Purple Mansion-level seeds, unfortunately, several had already been inadvertently eliminated by Mo Xuan.

Not a single magical tool or treasure remained on him—it seemed the spendthrift Zhou Tong had squandered them all in previous skirmishes.

If one were to set aside his status, Qilin’s computer skills would easily rank in the top three across all of China.

Wu Yan had been well-prepared for the two hundred spirit beasts. He pulled two blue spirit stones from his pockets, and the moment they appeared, they captured the gaze of everyone nearby.

Seeing the two of them acting intimate, Ye Ming felt his skin crawl. With a wave of his hand, he shrouded Qing Yi in a thick, black mist.

Liu Rong did not hear Mo Xuan continue his questioning. He looked up cautiously, only to lock eyes with Mo Xuan. Startled, he quickly lowered his head, not daring to look again.

Woo—with another whimper, the Four-Tribulation Amethyst Beast drew its final breath, and a purple spirit essence slowly drifted from its body.

At this moment, even though Mei Mei’s clothes were stained with blood, her hair was disheveled, and there were specks of blood on her jade-like face, nothing could conceal her peerless elegance.

If this matter went wrong, the entire responsibility would fall on him, and the resentment and blame would inevitably be heaped upon his shoulders. Had it been Old Zhao and the others, they would have been scrambling to shift the blame long ago.

Otherwise, why would this fellow have gone by the name Guo Youjun, only to change it to Guo Lanting? One could guess that his most practiced skill was likely imitating Wang Youjun’s "Lanting Collection Preface."

This nano-energy catalyst could be used to improve efficiency in coal solid fuels, natural gas gaseous fuels, and even solar energy.

If he were a truly devout believer, would he have committed so many heinous acts of blood and pus? Was he not afraid of the wrath of the ancient gods? In the end, those at the very pinnacle seemed closest to the "gods," and thus, the more clearly they saw them, the more they doubted their existence.