Sandbar (Part XII)

Passing a sleepless night, Han Ke woke up the next day to see Zheng Qing’s bloodshot eyes, leaving him too awkward to know what to say. Even when the two of them went together to the county town to withdraw money, Zheng Qing hardly conversed with Han Ke, merely offering a few polite words of thanks.

Cup after cup, each drained in a single gulp, with an unspeakable boldness and carefree spirit, completely oblivious to those around them.

At the Si hour, the two emerged from the mountain region and had just stepped onto the official road when they spotted two figures running from a distance. Looking closely, they were none other than the merchant and the carriage driver.

Just as Lin Zong and Luo Ling were filled with doubt and uncertainty, wondering whom the black phantom was speaking to, a single word softly resonated in the sky.

Facing the blue ghostly light and the azure figure right before him, as well as the eternal black flames dancing within those eyes, his gaze still held not the slightest trace of panic. This was the calm and composure belonging to a strong cultivator, backed by a powerful heart.

Therefore, upon arriving here, Dongzi immediately familiarized himself with every nook and cranny of the resort, learning what each place was and what could be done there.

"Elder Sun, thank you, but I am already fine." Composing his emotions, Chen Xu said with a smile.

Bizarre or not, since Meng Li had said this person could be trusted, Han Ke naturally had no doubts and exchanged a few more pleasantries with this Officer Zhou.

Chen Xu had noticed the actions of the two as well, but he did not say much, though a stone was lifted from his heart. After all, Lu Tianfeng's flame of life was extremely weak at the moment, and time was immensely precious to him, allowing for not the slightest bit of disturbance.

Soul harboring the wolf, originally sentenced to fall into the three lower paths for a total of three thousand six hundred lifetimes. Currently in the fourth hundred and thirty-third lifetime; laws of nature, endless reincarnation, sentenced to be reborn in the beast realm, born as a Ussuri wild boar. Karmic cause and effect concluded—Release a pig farm.

Coupled with the sales profits of the natural spiritual liquid, along with the money and shares paid out as compensation by various assassin organizations earlier, it amounted to another few tens of billions in assets, which was certainly enough for Qin Zihao to squander here.

Hongjing was also startled, hurriedly switching from offense to defense as blood energy surged wildly, forming a semi-circular light shield in front of him.

The elderly man had already prepared himself for the item to go unsold when he suddenly heard someone making a bid. At first, he thought he was hallucinating, but when he looked down again, he saw that most people were gazing toward a specific spot, where a young man was looking directly back at him.

Various factions possessed high-tier cultivation techniques, including those requiring eighty-one acupoints. Yet when they desired to halt their practice upon the completion of a single circulation cycle, they discovered it was already too late.

Perhaps there was still a sliver of hope. Amidst his despair, the old Daoist priest suddenly recalled the series of miracles created by Wang Sheng, and a surge of anticipation bloomed in his heart. Never before had the old Daoist yearned for the appearance of a miracle quite like this moment.

Footsteps, lonely and abrupt, sounding like unchoreographed, random drumbeats—one, two, as if a broken string, yet lingering with a tenuous, imperfect connection. The one coming into view first was Old Ghost Chen, as he walked forward, heading directly toward this side.

Furthermore, as long as the two of them were willing to come, his arbitrary act of bringing the shop transaction out into the open would be tacitly approved by these two lords.

Xue Wuji, however, stopped him, letting these people shove him and allowing them to hurl insults at him.

What was even more terrifying was that later on, Bai Su simply attacked with both hands simultaneously, his fingers moving as casually as plucking the strings of a zither. Amidst flowing, effortless motions, silver needles darted forth without a single error.

Around three in the morning—a time when even night owls could no longer hold out—a dark shadow descended from the night sky toward the upper floors of the hotel.

Thus, in this bamboo grove, Xie Mou finally began his day-after-day learning journey. Only when he truly started did he realize that acquiring knowledge was no less simple than learning martial arts.

Although Li Shan's memory was not photographic, it was still far superior to that of ordinary people; he only needed to walk a path once to remember it firmly.

Separated by the sealing blue light, the figure in the green robe closest to the spatial storm sensed that truly annihilating presence. The cinnabar mark between his brows leaped, his brow furrowed tightly, and his gaze remained fixed upon the silvery-white stone at the storm's center, while a faint, inexplicable sense of unease rose in the depths of his heart.

At least, within the vague, fragmented, and chaotic memories of the grey-robed soul entity, there was no mention of anything resembling the Spirit Medicine Valley—one of a dynasty's top-tier sects—building its treasury, which could be considered a core restricted area of the sect, in such a somewhat 'sneaky' manner directly deep beneath the mountain peaks.

Thinking of this, no matter how calm and composed Lin Han's temperament was, his facial muscles could not help but twitch slightly at this moment.

Having listened to Yuling's inquiry, the "Yu Guiyuan" sitting on the bed wished all the more to tell Yuling everything he knew. However, when leaving the netherworld, King Qin Guang had explicitly instructed him that he must not tell everything, and even the fact that Yu Feng, the general manager of Fengjun Business, was about to face a trial of life and death must not be revealed to Yuling.

The foreigner was named James, who had come along with two colleagues. He was the chief negotiator for this trip, held a certain degree of authority, and represented the official NBA.

With a gaze deep and abstruse, like a boundless river of stars floating and sinking within it, the green-robed figure caressed the dark green iron piece in his palm and gently gestured for Lin Han to take a seat. He then slowly retreated to a peach tree, lifted his robes to sit cross-legged, and turned his gaze toward Lin Han. A desolate expression flickered across his refined face as he spoke softly.

After the operations director Li Shenhong and the game planner Yuan Weimao both took their seats, they chatted with Li Hao, who sat at the head, with smiling faces about the future development and prospects of the game.

"You're old enough, yet you're still playing such childish games." Shen Muxiang cast a cold glance at the two of them.

Because of its previous reports regarding her "prostitution," the Xinsheng Newspaper had been engulfed in controversy, and its credibility was far worse than before. Having them report the photos would greatly diminish the effect. Chu Yun did not speak; she put away the business card, nodded to the two of them, and turned to leave.

Amidst their conversation, thunder rumbled, and a torrential downpour arrived, ceaselessly lashing against the heavy, massive glass windows. The entire sky was pitch black; viewed from Chu Yun's position, the scene strongly resembled demons besieging a city in a fantasy film or television show, terrifying enough to make one's heart shudder.