Chapter 975: Happy New Year

Happy New Year's Day～

"No! I went to handle something, then went to the beach with Liu Qing. I'm taking tomorrow off—or rather, I won't be coming back to the office starting tomorrow!" Xiao Yunfei said calmly as Li Xi asked the question again.

"Is that so? That's just because you lack strength." Mo Sanqiu sneered, saying something that made everyone at the table uncomfortable, yet he himself noticed nothing, his eyes fixed on the table, hands moving continuously, mouth still chewing.

It was a pair of sharp eyes; the newcomer's gaze seemed faintly shrouded in a strange red mist. A primal instinct—like a creature suddenly facing its predator, sensing imminent danger—made Tang Feng's heart race and his pores open wide, while a hint of killing intent flickered briefly in his eyes.

Qing'er clenched her long sword beneath the table, worried that if things went wrong, she would first seize the two figures before her and then plan her next move. But doing so would make it harder to find the father and son's whereabouts, since revealing her identity might bring disaster upon them.

Seeing Lin Yumeng enter, Xingxing happily waved a greeting and stuck out her tongue at Cangyun, clearly displeased that Cangyun had revealed his identity.

"But you promised me that the medicine would only affect the eldest daughter-in-law's fetal position—it didn't say it would…" Tong Shuang stepped back several paces.

After the meal, Lady Li invited everyone to watch a play. Ye Rong claimed she wasn't feeling well and asked Li Sheng to accompany her; she returned to her room to rest.

Gulu gulu—Fang Ling's stomach growled. His eyes slowly opened, still hazy, his mind not yet recovered. After a long while, he shifted his gaze, feeling his whole body aching and weak, his belly ravenous and parched.

The fist shot out, changing seventeen angles within three inches, generating seventeen distinct rotational forces that formed a continuously expanding vortex, slicing toward the point of greatest blade qi.

Though the Touch Monster was an extraterrestrial, it was not mindless. Ye Chen's importance to the team was clear to it; if it took Ye Chen hostage, it might capture Moerya without sustaining injury. For it, self-preservation was paramount, followed by maintaining contact with the main ship.

Ye Yi Xiao Feng was a veteran—he knew perfectly well what was valuable and what was useless.

As expected, from behind the formation came an old general wielding an iron whip, followed by two others who, like Sun Jian, wielded dao blades—who else could they be but Han Dang and Zu Mao?

"General! Bad news! Bad news!" At that moment, a soldier suddenly rushed to Gao Gan's side to report.

Whether Shu Mountain disciples or Protectors of the Nation, all were utterly powerless against these unknown attackers—completely slaughtered.

Coach Liu Canyue saw the Dream Team's heroes leave the base; though he didn't burst into laughter, the faint smile at the corner of his mouth couldn't hide his inner ecstasy.

Wind rose, rain began to fall. Two shadowy figures collided, and the mountain-crushing clash finally began.

You help us get Beicun Qianxue out, and we'll give it our all. If you can't extract her from the dungeon, then we'll just have to wait patiently.

This sack wasn't trying to follow me and join the Perm family? Now is his perfect chance to prove himself.

Wang Ning's meeting with Baihua had ended; someone came out to escort him out. At the door, Mu Qingqing was already waiting for him.

Here, the signs of early spring were already emerging; perhaps in the gardens of these great families, the scent of spring always arrives sooner.

"Look again! Are there any other tombstones of related individuals!" Seeing Cheng Yihui's tombstone, everyone perked up and resumed searching with renewed vigor.

However, Deputy Director Yang and the others were not the type to kick away the ladder after crossing the river. As veteran, meritorious officers of the auction house, they would not forget.

"I'll go back to work for a bit. Let me know if anything comes up after the meeting," Sallyst reminded Lu Yan.

All the wood-element true qi in his body converged into a single point; the Xuanbing Gangjin surged through it, instantly dispersing the true qi that had clung to him all night, completely absorbed and assimilated by the formidable Bingjia Wu Jing.

Lin Wei sat cross-legged casually on the ground. The cramped space held no other objects—only faint light filtered in from the bars outside the doorway.

Nie Tu tossed the key to Liao Wangyue, then followed closely behind with Zhang Meng Society. He unconsciously touched the bulge in his swim trunks, a faint, almost imperceptible smile appearing on his face.

Regarding Perenlan, from his conversation with Ban Saini yesterday, he had already learned that this person was the Third Prince of the Re顿 Kingdom, its crown prince and future monarch.

"A Qing Dynasty painting should be worth a lot, right?" Li Sisi asked. Though she couldn't afford it, just getting a glimpse was satisfying—without Zhao Tianming, she'd never get such an opportunity.

Yes! It was trembling. Zhao Tianming thought he'd imagined it, but this time the ancient mirror reacted on its own, maintaining the tremor for several seconds.

So they marched en masse to Gao Wu's table, surrounding him and his group. At that moment, Lu Yan and Gao Wu were still drinking, ignoring them completely.

The Nine Heavens are the Center; the Nine Heavens are also called the Nine Voids, Lingxiao—the highest layer of heaven, at its absolute limit, beyond which nothing can surpass.

"Lei Laoshi, I'm preparing to open the sanatorium. The management and staff are nearly all in place—we can begin operations." Zhang Donghai said to Lei Bao: "What date do you think would be best?" Lei Bao was one of the sanatorium's shareholders—this was his right, and also his duty.

Of course, Feng Xiaoxiao would handle this. Meng Fan wasn't idle either—he reviewed the surveillance footage and found the situation suspicious. It wasn't that the thief drove a Land Rover and was rich yet still stole; it was that if the goal was merely theft, why steal only ginseng? Lingzhi and huangjing were equally valuable.

Shenjiang Wei Kun and Wang Shan had confirmed Chiyou's whereabouts, slipped away unseen, and returned to the Yanhuang camp to report.

"My father has always hoped you'd stay and help our Shen family through this crisis!" Shen Manni said softly.

Meanwhile, the elite of the Divine Eagle Sect, led by Xue Hongxing, had not yet left. Upon hearing the news, they outwardly feigned outrage, promising the Qinghong Sect they would assist in the investigation—but inwardly, they rejoiced.

It dispersed into the air, forming a vortex-like current that spiraled above the sword's direction, as if ready to swallow Tang Zhan's figure whole.

Hearing they were from the Southern Wu Kingdom, Mu Jian's face darkened. Rage surged in his chest—he felt the Southern Wu Kingdom had acted despicably. Recalling the intelligence he'd received, Mu Jian's face burned with shame: his own martial academy had been so compromised that even its vice-principal had been bought off. The humiliation would be unbearable if it spread.