Chapter 114: The Gift from Yan Nanfeng! A Valuable Spirit Vein!

This Qing Shan Sect disciple, though dressed in the same green robe as the others, wore an expression like a street hawker.

“Let me introduce myself—I’m Diao Youcai; you can call me Xiao Diao, or…” He forced a smile at Lin Mo:

“Young brother, you’re newly ascended, right? Let me guess—two years or three on the Awakening Cliff? You must know the sect well by now!”

Lin Mo nodded obediently.

Fang Chaoyang deliberately steered away from Miao Yi’s topic, unwilling to let the old dean remain trapped in this unsolvable grief.

Jiang Wan also received a barrage of inquiries from inner-circle friends—Fan Weiwei, Feng Haoyu, and others—all demanding to know what had happened, whether it was true or not.

Yangtian Group is still new to me; its strength will only grow, and a market cap of ten billion isn’t much, said Xiao Ziyang, who also understood that although Yangtian Group’s market cap reached ten billion, it didn’t mean he had ten billion in liquid funds.

A veteran special forces soldier, Yan Mo Shen’s sharp instincts naturally caught her gaze; a faint smile curled his lips, his eyes brimming with tender indulgence, between them.

The reporters felt nothing odd; anyone else would have reacted the same, given how massive this song’s impact was—it dominated domestic new song charts and held top-three positions on music platforms in countries like Japan, truly ruthless.

Clearly, the three groups had rushed to the Honggou of the Da Han Dynasty with every ounce of strength, desperate for the top spot.

Yuan Le held his sword, face cold, ignoring Fan Li, continuing to follow Hua Wan Yi.

The young master’s relaxed, almost gentle demeanor—he’d never shown this at home. Clearly, this young mistress was staying—and she’d be the only one, the sole Han family young mistress.

The man changed into a white brocade robe, his long eyebrows slightly curved, his jet-black eyes gleaming like polished obsidian, mesmerizing.

The bearded man laughed loudly, then casually slapped Carollina’s rear. Her delicate face twitched with faint annoyance.

O Ge was having so much fun he didn’t want to leave—he only wanted to date Master Bai; just seeing the work schedule made his head ache.

Jian Lang got along well enough with the other three in the group, but they weren’t close enough to share everything.

Give Shi Yue a new yukata. Lan Luo had several outfits that were too large anyway, and since Lan Luo couldn’t wear them, Gu Ya simply handed them over to Shi Yue.

Facing such a divine figure, Director Zhang prepared to treat him with utmost reverence—but within a day, he’d already caused trouble.

And my mother-in-law sleeps in every morning until she wakes naturally, eats the breakfast you made, lives in the house you cleaned, and her daily task is simply picking up and dropping off the kids?

Wu Mei drew a sharp breath; his final words conjured fleeting, bloody, brutal images in her mind—a chill surged from her soles, racing straight to her skull.

As Chen Tian’s brainwaves penetrated the seal on the scroll’s surface, he immediately sensed the seal’s peculiar nature.

Thinking of this, he dared not delay; surging with overwhelming demonic energy, he shot upward. Along the way, whether the illusionary towering trees or the still-attacking blade-like leaves and vines, all were corroded by the demonic energy he carried.

The cold young master turned his head slightly, glancing at the woman—she instantly shuddered, icy dread spreading through her body; she swallowed hard, her face turning pale.

Zhang Tiansong’s expression was clearly grim, as if a primordial beast were chasing him from behind; this sudden change made Ren Qian’s heart jolt. Before Zhang Tiansong could move, she spun around sharply, staring toward the sound’s source.

“...Agreed.” Afraid she’d cry again, Gong Yu Yue gritted his teeth and joined her in criticizing himself.