Chapter 294: Calculation! Gold-Eating Beast! (Request Monthly Tickets)

Hearing the fortune-teller's words, the female disciple's face showed a hint of confusion.

"Master Daoist, aren't you reading palms? Why are you bringing up facial features now!"

The fortune-teller seized the chance to stroke the girl's forearm twice more and said:

"Ah, you don't understand—fortune-telling is just like healing cultivation: it relies on the four principles of observation, listening, inquiry, and palpation."

"The hands, face, and aura are all methods of divination. Come, let the Daoist properly feel—ah, properly assist you."

Fifteen minutes later, Li Yan arrived with the infantry. He quickly assessed the situation: the rebel forces were scrambling across the bridge, clustering densely near its entrance; on the opposite bank of the Ba River, they were constructing fortifications, and their cannons were already ready.

Luo Feng felt a pang of sorrow, walked over, and picked up the three blue crystals on the ground; related information appeared in his mind.

Speaking of this trial regulation, these countries were truly peculiar—they all unanimously stipulated that hover vehicles must not rise more than fifty centimeters above ground, though some set limits at forty or thirty centimeters; exceeding these limits incurred penalties: fines, point deductions, and so on.

Yan Chixia nodded, showed no exaggerated reluctance, mounted his horse, and rode off, though the moisture in his eyes could not be hidden.

Island Wind raised her head, fixing her gaze on the two massive black hulls visible in the distance; her expressionless face stared at them, steadily using her thrusters to close the distance.

Zhuang Xianhui must be responsible for expanding the catering company's brand; then, depending on advertising market performance, they would settle at a discount of 50% to 90%.

After ten thousand eons, the ancient ruins had become a place exclusively explored by semi-god-level cultivators.

The seven-colored cocoon had grown so enormous entirely because Yi Jianfeng had broken through the peak of Immortal Emperor late-stage perfection and reached the Sovereign rank; his "Furious Dragon Scripture" and "Dragon Subjugation Scripture" activated simultaneously, causing his body to involuntarily transform into a five-clawed purple-gold divine dragon.

"Understood. I'll keep investigating your brother's case. Let me advise you: find a proper job and stop lingering in this circle!" Kong Zhiming leaned back against the sofa, closing his eyes.

The interior's decor stood in stark contrast to the house's plain exterior: the floor mats were made of blue jade, the low tables for bowls and chopsticks had gold-capped corners, and the screen behind it, depicting "Flowers Bloom, Wealth Flourishes," cost a thousand gold pieces just in materials alone, regardless of embroidery.

Zhiji Fang was one of Rongcheng's three famed entertainment venues; these men had rented a dance pavilion there. When Chen Ruolin arrived, the pavilion was filled with music, swirling sleeves, and revelers already drinking and watching the performances.

Long Xuan's figure arrived at Cai's mansion; his tall, imposing stature drew involuntary admiration—he was an eight-foot-tall man.

"You must not be arrogant. I was wrong this time. I hope you won't be so lucky next time," said Many Money, angrily.

Zhang Hua glanced at Tongzi seated nearby; since Tongzi was a closed beta player, he felt slightly offended by the previous remarks.

Yet, facing Xia Liu's cold eyes glinting with frost, he dared not complain—not only because Xia Liu was the head of the bodyguard team, but also because of Xia Liu's stunning display just now.

Long Xuan, a quasi-sage powerhouse, merely stood there, solid as Mount Tai, enduring all the gale-force winds.

"My master is Master Ye. Why shouldn't I understand!" Xia Liu's lips curled slightly as his quiet voice carried over.

Mo Yang broke into a sweat and hurriedly asked how it vanished; Yu Chengfeng and Liu Ran both said they hadn't noticed—just turned around, and it was gone.

Long Xuan was now being watched; he had no chance to play the bystander. To avoid unforeseen dangers, he had to strike first.

The platform's top streamers currently number over a hundred, each earning at least four to five hundred thousand daily.

Since entering school, Jin Yu had always been shy, rarely performing solo; even when she did, it was always in duets or groups before audiences of hundreds—now, facing so many unfamiliar spectators, she grew nervous again.