Chapter 171: I

As a man, Cao Sheng also liked Jiang Xiaoshuang—a woman of both beauty and talent—but reason told him he should focus on his career and not tread two boats at once.

So after reading Jiang Xiaoshuang's email, though his heart tingled, he still replied to her in a friendly tone.

About half an hour later.

While he was processing emails from various publishing houses, he saw the acquisitions editor from Huacheng Publishing write: "Mr. Cao,

Feng Lan smiled, "Doesn't the Princess want to know? Then hold on tight—I don't care." Saying this, he slightly closed his eyes, appearing indifferent, as if awaiting slaughter.

In Tian Liang's mind, two black qi currents clashed fiercely, locked in a stalemate—when Ye Xuan's arrival sent him into panic. His decaying palm struggled to plunge into the ground, raising a wall of flesh and blood to block Ye Xuan's path.

But these hailstones infused with star power were not so easily blocked; soon, many cavalry soldiers whose strength could not sustain them collapsed and died alongside their mounts.

Only when the sun was high the next day did Qin Jiu rise. After a hasty wash and comb, he prepared to go downstairs for breakfast.

When he saw an elderly man and Aina, Lei Tian knew this man must be the Grand Archbishop of the Holy Cathedral, for the power aura emanating from him was far stronger than his own.

The only difference was that Su Zhennan himself came out to greet them; seeing Su Qingyi, his smile could not be hidden.

"Sister has such good fortune—in just three days, you've mastered the forbidden technique," Long Lan'er said joyfully.

With a roar, Old Dragon and Old Scale charged ahead toward the Fire Dragon demons; seeing their ancestors lead the charge, over ten thousand sea tribe warriors surged with morale, roaring fiercely under their clan leaders as the Sea God Army stormed toward the Fire Dragon demons.

"Discovered! Kill!" The shadow assassin leader, disheveled and battered, blocked the raindrops falling from above; though the droplets did little harm to his body, they blurred his vision and hampered his mobility.

But Zhi Tong certainly sensed something was wrong. He narrowed his eyes, thinking silently: Could it be that Ye Yifan has also emerged?

Once, to serve Bai Li Aoyun, she humbled herself and entered the imperial palace, believing Bai Li Aofeng would be her lifelong support—yet she never imagined that compared to Jiang Shan, she was merely expendable. Though Bai Li Aoyun was doomed to die, she still envied Han Ning: at least someone fought to the death for her.

After hearing this, Hao Tian sheepishly scratched his head. This matter had indeed been told to him by Wang Chen when Wang Chen recommended Wu Ming as the Martial Star; so Hao Tian recounted Wang Chen's words broadly to Feng Yu.

After Tian Min spoke, everyone sweated internally—every time Hong Yun visited Penglai Island without bringing tasty treats or fun toys for Tian Min, Tian Min would pluck his beard, leaving everyone on Penglai Island both exasperated and amused.

Watching the strange transformation, Qin Yi, attached to the soul pearl, showed shock on his face—he had never imagined human power could alter natural climate. Could this be the power of divine techniques?

"You… you… all of you Jin Huan Sect will die miserable deaths!" Crimson blood continuously spilled from Shu Hao's lips; he made no effort to wipe it away, his eyes now blood-red. Such a deep grudge, yet unavenged—his grief and fury were unimaginable.

Zeng Qiang could not believe this bizarre phenomenon occurring on his body. Yet after repeating it two or three times, his Golden Core, as if no longer his own, remained utterly unresponsive no matter how hard he secretly urged it—motionless in his dantian.