Volume One, Chapter 52: Living a Good Life with Zhou Jing

Shen Chaowu smiled. “I need money, you get it, right?”

Jin Yao was silent for a moment. He didn’t quite understand. How could the eldest lady of the Shen family possibly lack money? But he didn’t press the issue. “Alright, how much do you need? As long as I have it.”

Now Shen Chaowu found herself at a loss. She hadn’t actually intended to ask for money.

“Is this the black market you mentioned?” Wei Xiu asked, his gaze sweeping curiously over the dimly lit surroundings. The scene did indeed evoke the feeling of a ghost town. Despite the rise of the Knights’ Alliance, which had reshuffled the powers of the entire Tianhe world and brought turbulent undercurrents, on the surface, a strange calm prevailed, as if everything was proceeding in an orderly fashion.

“Tianxiu is right,” Bai Zhiying interjected. “Calling them journalists is too kind—call them what they are. Don’t take them seriously. As long as we do our job well and have something worth reporting, they’ll come flocking to curry favor.” Sister Bai had suffered enough at the hands of journalists in her day and harbored little fondness for them.

“Father,” Yang Feng called out hastily. Yet it was only a phantom image; his voice could not be heard.

If Yang Feng and his group could obtain the Stone of Three Lifetimes, no matter whom they asked for help, that person would surely assist them.

The Wu family proved themselves shrewd—they hadn’t called the police, clearly unwilling to resort to the law.

Liang Biewu flicked his cigarette butt out the window, rolled it up, turned on the headlights, started the car, and drove out of the village in silence. He said nothing, nor did I press him. The atmosphere in the car was oddly tense.

Cui Enshi and Han Rongxun had little success recruiting acting trainees. They managed to fill their quota of five, but apart from a girl named Han Enjing who showed some promise, the rest were rather mediocre.

Whether it was Black Dog's men or the zombies, the moment they encountered Chen Tang, they were wounded immediately. If they hesitated for even a moment, a sharp blade would flash at their throats. In the blink of an eye, the number of people who died at Chen Tang’s hands had already reached double digits.

“Tianhao, what delicious food are you making?” Bai Bing plopped down beside him, hooking her arm around his.

After successfully forging his meridians, coming home to visit the family was customary—because the next step was to cross the Tribulation. The Tribulation was a perilous ordeal; failure meant death and the annihilation of one’s spirit. It was a tradition among cultivators to visit home before facing the Tribulation, for it might well be their final farewell.

The grizzly bear reacted on instinct, but catching a glimpse from the corner of his eye, his heart turned cold—six masters had appeared, all aiming their gun barrels at him.

While most countries were still using heavy artillery, Huaxia had quietly advanced to laser particle weapons. Just how many years ahead were they?

Jiajing had been worried that Lin Haoran would not know his place, but hearing Lin Haoran’s words, he couldn’t help but laugh. Though he pointed out Lin Haoran’s attempts at cunning, there was not a trace of reproach.

“Mom, I want to eat their leftovers too. I can smell meat every day,” Jiang Xiaotao said.

“Split up and run!” Dr. Liu shouted, quickly opening his door and darting out.

With this new nanorobot repair technology, intelligent clothing could now fill the gaps in treatment for serious and rare illnesses. All those previously mentioned problems could be solved.

Marshal Long Qingshan led the Torrent Legion to support, but they fell into an orc ambush at Qiling City—the Qiling Encounter. More than half the Torrent Legion soldiers perished, including General Gong Yuehou, the legion commander, all of whom lost their lives in the incident.