Volume One, Chapter 73: I’m Quite Good at Making Money

Zhou Jingdu said, “Don’t stop.”
Shen Chaowu paid him no heed.
She had never listened to Zhou Jingdu.
When night descended upon Haishi, the city was anything but tranquil. Cars roared along the streets, voices clashed in the air.
Yet No. 3 Mansion remained almost unnaturally quiet, as if suspended in an empty space devoid of people.
When silence grows too deep, anxiety follows as a matter of instinct.
“You…” Si Yantian was at a loss for words. Unable to vent his anger on his wife, he turned it upon Si Yuhang instead.
Just a few days ago, he’d heard that Mo Yuxuan’s wounds were healing; she no longer needed to stay in the hospital and could recover at home. Du Mili, on the other hand, was more seriously injured.
Watching the brilliant expressions flicker across Leng Hanxing’s face, Mu Yuanhan could only sigh helplessly, yet he cooperated well with Leng Hanxing’s performance.

And then, through our telescope, we lost sight of Long Ge. I immediately lowered the lens, and what I saw before me could only be measured by my mood.
“Perhaps. You might share a special fate with them. But the reason I can see them is because my cultivation is so advanced—such a weak restriction could never fool me.” The Spirit Child crossed his arms behind his back and smiled smugly.
He insisted on going against the current; since things had come to this, he had no better options. At this point, he could only settle for second best. Jiang Corporation had a solid foundation—if things worked out, his own burdens might lighten. This was not something he could afford to dwell upon.
Ling Yan said, “But honestly, I forbid my artists from dating! Especially newcomers like you—romance is self-destruction, practically courting death.”
The other three were clever enough; the market opened every year, though the exact time and place were unknown. Yet rumors abounded throughout the underworld.
Zhang Ling heard Elder Yuan’s startled tone and knew things were dire, but the monkey was his friend, even once his savior. He would never watch him perish before his eyes.
When both schools lay before me, I chose Jisi. In retrospect, the former me chose the Second Experimental.
“Stellar Elf, what’s wrong?” A boy in green, with hair to match, walked over.
Thunder rumbled furiously toward Emperor Ku’s position, threatening to strike him down with divine wrath, to kill him in this cosmos!
Yet when the dazzling sword light cut through the night, time seemed to halt. The assassins’ eyes widened, their bodies frozen midair, while the tall figure strode unceasingly into the glorious palace gates.

If not for the indulgence of their parents, Tianxia would have gladly abandoned his younger sister and let her fend for herself. But he did not dare; such a move would surely spell his doom at his father’s hands.
When I embraced Hu Xiaoyan, she seemed nervous, a slight tremor passing through her body. Then she lifted her head in satisfaction, her eyes soft as water, waiting for my kiss.
Watching the twenty Dark Blade brothers I brought with me spring into action, I crossed my arms and watched the chaos unfold with leisurely amusement.
“Princess, do not touch the prince consort!” Master Wuwei suddenly opened his eyes and warned me. He spoke so hastily that his breath faltered, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood. Only then did I realize Master Wuwei was gravely wounded.
“Alright! Everyone, try these on!” Duoduo handed out several tight-fitting outfits to the group.
The sudden appearance of such a being forced Emperor Zhi to be wary. He sensed the boundless, unfathomable power of celestial light within this man—immense and formidable!
Zhao Yongyue was stunned again. He never imagined the man widely considered a failure would possess the power of the Dao Origin realm.
Lin Dongyun clenched his teeth, glared furiously at Iron Man, and said, “I am! What do you want?” In his heart, he thought, if I must die, let it be with dignity.