Chapter 292: Promoting the Genius Elder Master

"Your little trick actually worked!"

"These disciples are acting like they've swallowed a powerful tonic!"

Zheng Fa's elder master clung to the doorframe, gazing at the bustling crowd inside the Hall of Virtuous Sages, watching the disciples' expressions of awe—he said in surprise, "I thought I'd have to vet your methods, but you're truly cut out to be Sect Master!"

They were inside the main hall of Tiangong Island.

At this moment, the place had become the headquarters for the Nine Mountains' high-ranking officials.

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Bai Luo turned to look; on the screen of the No. 3 drone, she saw dozens of gray-black tombstones appear in the village square, wreathed in swirling black-purple mists that radiated a terrifying aura.

"What if something real is happening? Let's not act rashly—if they truly have a plan, disrupting it would be disastrous. Let's wait two more days. Qin Yifeng said he'll return tomorrow. Let's see… how they proceed after that." Her voice was calm, but her heart was anything but.

Wang Bo understood Su Ze's thoughts perfectly and frankly admitted that many internet companies operated this way—since profit was out of the question, they could only wait for venture capitalists to invest. He'd considered starting his own business too, but didn't know which direction to take, and fundraising was never easy.

The compensation money from the factory was nearly gone, and next month's medical bills still had no source. She couldn't let her pride override her father's survival.

Outside the window, snow and wind still raged; inside, the aroma of food filled the room. The two sat facing each other, the air gently moving, the atmosphere warm and serene.

Had he not just met Huang Bingbing, Huan Xiang would have already resolved to spare no effort to help Ada and Qi Tiechuan extricate Qi Yu from this mess.

Qin Yifeng's expression remained unreadable; he didn't answer at all, only walked slowly toward them, step by step, without hesitation, without emotion.

After all, speaking face-to-face with a Saint-level dragon was something one would likely never experience again in a lifetime.

Seeing Ah Zhong and the other two had turned traitor, the remaining henchmen had no reason to resist—they all bowed their heads and called out, "Big Brother!"

Floating in midair, she wore a sky-blue long gown, her snow-white hair cascading freely over her shoulders. Her flawless features, paired with elfin pointed ears, made her breathtakingly beautiful.

"Chief Niu, since it was just a misunderstanding, let it go! Get up." Xiao Yiran, having received Xie Xunfeng's confirmation, spoke to Chief Niu.

Yet the will of a celestial, combined with this palace's unique abilities, could still unleash power beyond imagination.

The forest was a ruin—broken trees, bloodstains across the ground, shattered carriages, horses lying dead with bodies riddled with holes, their blood soaking into the soil… a few corpses staggered about, faces rotting, delivering a horrifying visual impact.

"Funny?" Lin Yi still wore an expression of disbelief. You won't let me see funny photos?

Thinking of this, Cheng Xiao let go. Since everything was unknown, he'd take it one step at a time, adapting to change with stillness.

So when he'd just pulled out the bullet and felt a chill spreading from within outward, he knew he was done—on the way to the storage room, he'd lost too much blood.

"After absorbing the void energy transformed from the snake venom, I truly felt changes in my body."

Even the final album of the Great Demon Lord's Waterloo was a height beyond the reach of Brother San and his crew.

Hearing someone call his name, the man finally realized this was his own territory—the other man's skill aside, he was still behind a security grill, and upstairs there were over twenty men. What was there to fear?

Gu Xue had drunk alcohol before, but only red wine and spirits—this was her first time drinking baijiu, and it was 70-proof baijiu.

So I think Su Mo won't escape so easily this time—he's touched something he shouldn't have. If Madam Feng brought him in, she must have prepared thoroughly; she likely still holds evidence.