Chapter 446

About fifteen minutes later, the two stood on a massive stone battered by storm sands for countless years.

The space wasn’t large; for an ordinary Golden Core cultivation method practitioner, this arena might be too small.

But for a pure sword cultivator, it was more than enough.

Chu Wange gnawed on the half-piece of pastry in her hand—the last remaining spiritual food left in Feng Geng’s storage ring.

There was no choice; after spending over a year inside the Yangyang Secret Realm, spiritual food had naturally been consumed.

Yet Zhao Han, having been tricked once before, didn’t fall for it again—he stayed calmly inside the cave, rendering the eagle demon’s multiple setups useless, driving it to rage and curse aloud several times.

“Who?” Zhen Shifeng asked almost instantly, his unusual expression startling Wei Liqiu.

A faint halo had begun to glow around her, and at that moment, Master Xie appeared before us.

With no other option, the doctor took the foreign Daoist to fill out the forms and arranged for him to undergo various examinations.

On the way there, Zhang Jianfeng kept his fists clenched, beads of sweat breaking out on his forehead.

“Hahaha! You! You actually believed it? Hahaha!” Madame Meng didn’t stay angry—she burst into laughter. “You really thought? Hahaha!” Madame Meng nearly wept and sniveled at once; the sight of Long Yang had genuinely amused her—for the first time in years, she felt something utterly absurd yet delightful.

“Grandfather, you’ve endured so much these past years—I am an unfilial grandson!” Lin Yi knelt down and bowed three full kowtows to the elder.

“Yes, he went to Immortal Alley today. And a few nights ago, he met with this fortune-teller—they planned to do something together. I was living here then and saw them talking.” The fortune-teller kept speaking, desperate to save his life.

If he could, Zhao Han wished this dream would last forever—but alas, dreams always end when it’s time to wake.

The hooked-nose man leapt down immediately upon hearing this and indeed saw a glow far down the tunnel—clearly an exit. He cursed: “Son of a bitch, lucky bastard! Chase them—they won’t get far!” The two sprinted toward the cave entrance.

Li Yunchen had no choice but to install a child seat for Chenchen, cast a worried glance at her, and resumed driving.

But finally, the door closed, all sounds vanished, leaving only Xi Mingxu’s slow footsteps approaching.

This guessing game could go on forever—no one spoke plainly, everyone harbored secret motives, and after all this back-and-forth, nothing was clear.

Revenge is revenge—but why announce it so loudly, letting everyone know?

Mu Jin opened her eyes, tears streaming down both cheeks; hearing Zi Yao say this, she nodded quickly.

He said another beautiful line of love—though it didn’t sound like one, to her it was.

Yun Qianli thought of this, glanced at Di Beiming with faint disgust, then looked away.

Wei Anning’s tears fell like broken beads; she was heartbroken, covering her eyes with her hands, unwilling to let him see her in such a pitiful state.

Zhao Bin thought this, shuddered, glanced nervously at Situ Qingmo, and muttered to himself: How did they find out my secret? She must be here to investigate me—how much does she know about the Qiankun Divine Eye?

Before he took ten steps, he slipped and fell into the water. At that moment, someone grabbed him from behind, pulled him out of the water, and then leapt upward with him like thunder, racing toward Leyang Village.

Before presenting evidence, everyone on the audience floor who could authenticate artifacts climbed onto the stage to examine the first piece—the porcelain supposedly made by Lin Yue and Zhuang Mengdie.

During this process, the mystery behind the issue Tang Song had raised with Taiping finally surfaced. Cui Yuanzong indeed disappointed Tang Song deeply, just as he had predicted.

“This is an ancient wonder—the Heavenly Emperor Jade! It’s said to be profoundly mysterious; if you can awaken its spirit, your cultivation will soar straight to the heavens. Starting bid: fifty thousand gold coins. Each raise must be at least five thousand.” Fu Lu stated the rules again.

As Li Xuan pondered a question while idly stroking the fat ball in his arms, he felt a hostile gaze—he turned to see Li Yiqiong glaring fiercely at him; when she noticed him looking, she huffed and turned her head away.

The auction ended at noon, twelve-thirty. Lin Yue paid the money, took possession of the carving knife, and walked out of the auction hall with He Changhe.

Chen Haonan instinctively stepped back, thinking: You’re ruthless—what kind of freak are you? A doctor? A nurse? Or a lunatic? I’ve got a son, sure—but my real treasure is my craft, the only thing that keeps me fed. If you turn me into your guinea pig, what’s left for me?

“Cough… cough…” Qin Feng’s face flushed slightly; he glanced at Lin Luo’s curvaceous figure, couldn’t help swallowing hard, and nearly choked on his own saliva.

Zhao Bin was utterly humiliated, his face purpling—the feeling was like a shut-in man caught masturbating to porn by his wife returning home.

The malevolent force, manifesting in the spiritual realm as a monstrous star-demon face, was instantly purged by Wei Li’s righteous power; the malevolence within his body vanished completely.

First use Water Shun to create a water-filled environment, then use Water Glue to restrict Fatty’s mobility.

Not to mention, Chunse Manyuan wasn’t some wealthy enterprise—it was just a low-class, unrefined traveling troupe.

Li Kui’en was Anba’s greatest ally; his status within Anba’s faction was nearly equal to Ke Lundi’s in Ruiyi’s faction, even higher.

This rarity was customary—after all, “hoarding secrets” was tacitly accepted in any trade, especially in Peking Opera, where lineage and transmission were paramount.

He couldn’t understand why these women kept targeting him—every time they met, they couldn’t help sneering and mocking him.

Of course, he wasn’t worried—Shen Lang was just a loser. Even if he held a stone worth three hundred million, he was still a loser—just lucky, somehow got his hands on two rooster-blood stones, which meant nothing about true strength.

Gu Nanqiao was greedy, Fan Lingchu was selfish, and all these tangled motives piled up into silence.

The chairman of Hongye Group wielded enormous influence in Jingcheng, with connections across both legal and underworld circles. Forget that Wu Yelan was merely a squad captain at a branch station—even the bureau chief, Wu Xingfa, would treat him with utmost courtesy if he came calling.

“Shall I, this old man, and Bai Jun give it a try?” Yue Dao Liren mused, raising an eyebrow as he probed tentatively.