Chapter 330: Has Cao Sheng Lost His Creative Passion?

The night before leaving Pengcheng.

Cao Sheng and Wang Jing had a meal alone together.

After coming to Pengcheng this time and seeing the employees Wang Jing had recruited, Cao Sheng no longer regarded her in his heart as simply his assistant.

He realized that Wang Jing, whom he had sent to be stationed in Pengcheng, was no longer an assistant in terms of status, but rather the person in charge of the branch office.

Therefore, before leaving Pengcheng, he went alone with her to a hotel for a meal and to discuss some work.

After they had already left, Yun Hao did not put away the Immortal-Refining Pot, because he feared that some people's greed had already risen and would not be brought down so easily.

Hearing the old man say this, the few of them began whispering among themselves. Although they spoke in low voices, the room was only so large—who could not hear?

When the Heavenly King Pangu came into the world, it was as if he were the favored son of the Great Dao itself, wielding three supreme treasures in his hands: one was the Pangu Axe, the Creation Jade Disc, and the Chaotic Green Lotus—each one peerless in the world, unmatched.

But the human world has the laws of the human world, and the Underworld has the systems of the Underworld. As the saying goes, without rules nothing can be made square or round; many things simply cannot be changed.

The Sea of Suffering was composed of a strange kind of energy, and this energy seemed to have form, yet also seemed formless.

"Whoosh—" Wugu's figure moved, blocking himself between the Sun Divine Son and Han Yu. A curtain of light rose from his body, blocking the Sun Divine Son's pillar of light.

In the Resource Hall, as long as one had contribution points, one could exchange them for the corresponding treasures—everything was available.

Princess Xiuning shouted coldly, her gaze unkind as she sized up one of the candidate Holy Sons of the Heavenly Origin Sword Sect before her.

The instant he took it out, a majestic heavenly might erupted from the fiery-red domain, as if an supreme deity were hidden within, about to emerge into the world.

"Young Master, Lan Wan'er has already arrived at Peak Valley City. Should we go pay her a visit?" In the VIP area of the "Yuan Lai Ke" restaurant, a youth bowed and spoke to the young man seated nearby.

Lu Yuexie had no idea what was special about Dafeng Mountain. In his thinking, as long as he could enter Dafeng Mountain, he would have escaped the pursuit of the Xiyan people. But he could never have imagined that Dafeng Mountain actually had a strange and terrifying legend.

Wang Hu was a bit helpless. Every Zhongnanhai bodyguard only carried thirty bullets; even if every single one hit its target, they could kill at most three hundred people. The twenty-odd people on the mountaintop blending into the several hundred prepared Smoke-Clad people—probably not even scraps would be left.

The whole school was hung with banners: one set welcoming the arrival of masters from various nations, another warmly celebrating the grand opening of the Eighth Continental Painting Competition. The theme had also been confirmed today. A very simple yet not-so-simple theme: Peace.

"Sister Guanyue, sit down. I'll use the Dragon race's Dragon-Tongue magic to heal your external wounds first; internal injuries must be treated slowly!" Youlin's voice was very gentle, and those eyes were like a shy little sister—utterly unlike the dignity and dominance of a giant dragon. Instantly, any thought Guanyue still had of competing with her was shattered.

Leaping up, she actually flew into the air. Wenzi's delicate brows furrowed slightly, that lovely face seeming faintly angry, flushed red—whether from anger or because, approaching the Phoenix King, she had been baked red by its fiery aura.

Their appearance was about the same as those ordinary bone beasts above, all looking like the skeletons of Tibetan Mastiffs. The difference in these ones lay in the color of their bones.

The lightning imbued with terrifying energy, wandering everywhere within the dark clouds, suddenly stopped striking into the "Lightning Prison." If lightning had a spirit, it would have turned direction and struck ceaselessly at that sword.

If you meet someone you like, cherish them well; otherwise, once you let go, you will regret it… This—wasn't this precisely about herself and Fang Haojie?

"Brother, name your price, however much you want!" Seeing Second Brother speak up, others chimed in as well.

Was this a warrior at the peak of the Refining Emperor realm? He was terrifying. They had never seen such a terrifying Refining Emperor peak warrior.