Chapter 190

“Qingye, I’ve been thinking about this all afternoon—it’s too strange. That man claimed to be from Xinda Industry, but we can’t verify it at all,” Xia He said.

“We can’t verify it, but you went privately to investigate Xinda Company. Few people know about this matter—only you and someone inside Xinda, someone with some status and position—so I believe his claim is credible,” Fang Qingye analyzed.

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Piao Yue rushed forward to stop it, but halfway through her words, Wang Kai’s glance froze her slender body rigid; she clenched her lips tight, speechless, fear flooding her heart.

Wan Jiehao felt helpless—Lin Juan really wasn’t cut out for business; even now she couldn’t spare a bit more. If it were him, he’d at least offer ten million.

Wei Guoyang looked at Li Yunfeng with curiosity, but then he understood—Master Li was powerful, yet still young.

Soon after, forces loyal to the Golden Carp Clan, even if not exterminated, saw their leaders systematically executed.

“Hahaha, good, very good! The weapon and its master are in harmony—when united, they unleash even greater combat power,” the Ghost Sovereign laughed heartily, clearly approving.

Almost all the power within its body was concentrated into this black horn, which boasted monstrous defensive capability—this was also the beast’s primary method of attack.

At this moment, Wang Kai was fully dressed in white robes, holding a folding fan, one hand behind his back, the other holding the fan horizontally across his chest, posture agile, face handsome, occasionally smiling faintly—he truly looked like a dashing, elegant young master.

Why shouldn’t humans be allowed to swap bodies at will as a means of extending life?

“Yes, yes, yes, this old servant will reflect deeply,” Feng Bao knelt on the ground, sweat soaking his clothes; stripped of his role as Chief Eunuch, his ability to act had been cut by ninety percent.

Zhang Ruoxuan’s eyes turned cold, his face dark with rage as he lunged for the window—but before he could move, an elder behind him gripped his shoulder; he could only glare with bloodshot, murderous eyes at Wang Kai.

After a few guttural roars echoed from the secluded courtyard, silence returned once more.

This was primordial soil, condensed from primordial earth spirit energy, possessing extraordinary efficacy for cultivating spiritual plants.

When the red mist dispersed, people could no longer find the landmass of the Americas on satellite images—it had been replaced by countless scattered islands.

When Chen Mu returned to the monkey demon’s territory, night had fallen, and She Li and the others had already gathered.

All Nanhua Hall pharmacies followed the style of old shops, yet their interiors and furnishings were carefully chosen; Bai Xue could tell—even the old man’s armchair was made of precious redwood. She began to calm slightly; at least she’d come to the right place.

“Your Majesty!” Li Yan saw Chongzhen and Hong Niangzi return together and knew the North Gu Kou incident was settled—he exhaled deeply in relief.

If those invaders truly came for her, wouldn’t she immediately leave him? He couldn’t even escape fast enough—how could he possibly throw himself into their trap?

Just after cursing, a whiff of fragrance passed by; Lin Xiu looked up to see a full, moonlike buttock right before him.

Chen Mu had full confidence in his Concealment Technique—he could make sea beasts perceive him as merely an ordinary human—so he chopped several trees from the forest, fashioned them into a raft, and entered the sea.

“Hey hey hey, forget it—maybe Third Brother can’t carry his sister-in-law,” Jia Ze patted Zhexi’s chest, feigning a peacemaker’s tone.

Since becoming pregnant, she’d changed—lost her confidence, plagued by self-doubt.

After breakfast, he moved a stool before the orange tree, sat down, held his phone, opened images of everyday objects, and began teaching Orange Yellow to identify them.

“Hahaha.” Liu Yan let out a shrill laugh; her body rapidly returned to normal, swelling receding, her grotesque face reverting to its former, living appearance.

The infant formed from black mist crawled step by step toward Zhang Zhongbao, emitting a high-pitched, piercing “yiyaya”—unlike the cries of ordinary infants.

Both rooms were nearly identical in size; Ji Anzhi entered the right one. Though rustic, the furniture looked newly added; she touched it and found no dust.

Zeng Yongshi first stung himself with two red-ringed hornets, developing initial immunity; then he stung himself with several more, reinforcing that immunity.

“Forget it, forget it—I’ll forgive you, seeing how sincere you are,” Pai Qianxing said, seeing the other’s desperation, he felt a pang of reluctance to stay angry.

Qin Yu didn’t refuse—free food? Why not eat it? Eating outside might not be better, and it’d cost money.

He especially admired one thing about him: most of his founding ministers ultimately died peacefully.

Lin Jiuge looked at his two dishes, then at Bai Qingqing’s three or four dishes—he was momentarily speechless.

Mu Xilan rubbed her belly; she was actually hungry—she realized she’d eaten nothing today except a cup of water… well, technically just one mouthful, and that last bite had been spat onto Han Tianmo’s face…

Chang Gexing felt a flicker of danger—he must return home and plan carefully. Strategic deliberation had always been his business principle. He never believed in luck or so-called virtue—conspiracy and treachery were far more terrifying than battlefield combat.