Chapter 98: Nine Phone Calls, the 8-Million Deposit Task Completed

"Thank you....."

Fang Qingye indeed wanted to complete the task through Song Dahai.

It wasn’t that he lacked money—his checking account at the Zhaoshangyinhang in Shencheng already held ten million, all demand deposits; transferring them to his salary account at the Nanxin branch was a matter of minutes online.

But he didn’t want to do it.

Concealing wealth was a Chinese trait, and he was no exception—why let his colleagues know he had so much saved?

As Gao Neng thought of this, his expression turned strange—he’d just fused with a cat?

This mountain lies at the border between Huaxia and Tu Guo, running roughly east-west, dividing northern and southern climates, stretching hundreds of miles, linking numerous peaks, crossing the Yellow River, each summit bearing its own name. The most precipitous peak, called "Demon Sword Mountain," stands at its height.

Zhang Dashan suddenly sprang to his feet, his expression solemn as he stared at the old man before him, saluting sharply and solemnly pledging.

After leaving the Fifth Military Region, the taxi driver, seemingly understanding the hard man in the backseat who had been crying, never complained again.

In a clearing within this forest, a solitary grave appeared—no tombstone, no incense, only a lone mound.

Xiao Tianlang watched Ye Bai’s actions and noticed nothing unusual, assuming it was merely Xianjian’s unique method of communication.

These profit-generating operations powerfully supported the growth of Huaxing Rocket Launch Company and Zhonghua Satellite Communications Group.

What made the three wary was that the demon folk they encountered along the way grew stronger and more numerous.

Wanyan Honglie swung his Broken Back Mountain-Cutting Blade, striking, crushing, intercepting, thrusting, stabbing, lunging forward and back, advancing and retreating like a living dragon, a living tiger—his single severed-gate blade pressed hard against the silver blossoms. The Five Tiger Severed-Gate Sword Form was mighty and overwhelming, capable of splitting a thousand juns.

What kind of person was Dou Yar? Time reveals a man’s heart—eventually, Zhou Mengyuan will understand.

Seeing he couldn’t catch up, the man stopped rushing, conserving his strength to prepare for a final overtaking.

On the ancient road, the carriage rolled toward the distance; where the flowers had fallen, the wind lifted the curtain, revealing the two inside.

But they couldn’t hear the words spoken above—only felt the intensity of the dialogue between the Chief Judge and the Dean.

Letters were letters—Lin Jieyu’s correspondence with Empress Dowager Lin mentioned few critical details. The discussion of the Empress Dowager’s return to the capital was merely a few brief lines, even omitting any specific date.

All that held up the indigo aura was merely Zhou Qingluo’s final, desperate struggle against death, refusing to accept it.

Thus, for every talented, ambitious young man, this was an immense attraction.

Saying this, Baili Fusu leapt swiftly into the air—the river churned violently—as he gripped Shao Yu’s sword and, with a sharp “crack,” drove it straight into the Ghost Lord’s Baihui point.

Chi Xianian knew that, to others, her greatest worry appeared to be Yan Chujing succumbing to the pressure from the aristocratic clans and allowing the Silver Moon Princess into the palace to compete with her.

Wei Jiang rambling on nearly repeated verbatim what he’d told Xiao Yujing the day before.

The crowd gazed into the distance, waiting for the next wave of demonic beasts. Suddenly, the clouds obscuring the red moon seemed parted by giant hands—the moon slipped quietly free, like a blood-red eye, silently watching them.

"Exactly—surely you’ve all tried destroying the Tower of Death. Who’s ever succeeded? Even the Five Ancestors of Humanity failed. Lei Long Shengzhu and Lou Yu couldn’t do it—what makes him so sure?" Luo Qiu clearly didn’t believe Lin Han at all.

... Meng Chang slept through the night, then grew bored again. Ignoring Huarui’s tearful pleas, he ran out. The officials and clerks in the mansion now seemed to pay no attention to his freedom.