Chapter 289: Deep Grudge and Vengeance

Ruan Hongzhuang didn't get up late— it wasn't even nine yet.

But in Binhai, sunrise comes earlier, usually around five-thirty.

By the time the car reached Qingshui Town, it was only nine-forty.

Shen Siyuan told Ruan Hongzhuang to pull over by the roadside, had her eat breakfast, and then apply a light makeup.

"You're already beautiful without makeup," Shen Siyuan said.

"But which woman would ever turn down…"

Mu Sixi nodded and instructed her: record every customer who pays, whether buying ready-made clothes or placing orders—every one tael of silver spent earns ten points, to be redeemed later for gifts.

When Chu Lu learned she had returned, he didn't rush back to his room; instead, he went straight to Mu Sixi's chamber.

This assistance came from the Suyu Tribe, who had years of prior experience and surely understood far more than they did.

Penglai Palace was famous in Quanzhou City, but when Ji Feiye had first seen the so-called Buddha Land, he only glanced outside; she wore Buddhist prayer beads and was close to Wuxiang Master, yet she kept her distance from the Buddha.

Another way is to enter the Ghost Realm after death, but then he would lose all his cultivation—without special treasures, one loses all cultivation upon death and can only become a prisoner, eventually entering reincarnation.

The semi-translucent flowers floated in midair, alive as if sentient; when Feng Aoyue arrived, they spun slowly around her like ice-fluttering butterflies.

When Jian Rongting stepped out of the bathroom, she was just like that—he didn't disturb her, only quietly opened his laptop and began working.

After scrolling for a while, she found it meaningless and simply turned off her phone, then cleared the dishes.

A Yin walked into the ruins; the building had completely collapsed, but luckily it was an ancient house with no one living inside.

Bai Qi issued orders continuously while pondering: why did the appearance of enemy troops always follow the dispatch of scouts?

When He Bo saw the jade tablet recovered, he glanced at me, waved his hand, and the donkey-headed monsters vanished back into the black hole.

After walking only a few steps, Tong Haoran's tent came into view—yet someone behind him called out urgently.

At this moment, Han troops arrived in large numbers and clashed with the Boyi Clan soldiers; the Boyi troops were few in number, poorly armed, inadequately trained, and caught completely off guard, immediately falling into disadvantage, soon scattering and fleeing in all directions under the Han army's pursuit.

"Another assassination attempt? Are you alright, Ashao?" Xiao Xun asked, concerned, looking at Tuoba Shao.

As morning sunlight first entered the room, Zhu Yan slowly opened her eyes, saw me beside her, and hugged me tightly: "There's a ghost in the house."

After speaking, Lin Xi nodded to Yun Hong, then turned and mounted his horse, leading the way forward.

A six-leaf bamboo staff, straw sandals, light as a swallow; after walking over half a month, though his face was as withered as an old pine, his spirit remained calm and composed, his heart serene. He raised his six-leaf staff to shade his eyes, paused to gaze afar, and a faint, fresh smile spread across his lips.

She was a Yin-attribute fire body, naturally drawn to the essence of the highest Yin state: "Taiyin."

Zhang Chuhan was extremely excited; before her eyes seemed to flutter countless newspapers, each filled with propaganda department investigation reports, proving to the world that the propaganda department was a fiercely combat-ready collective.

Why had Da Shan's back healed instantly upon touching this lake water, why had the jinpo who had been strangling Zhuo Xiong to death released their grip at the moment of death—everything was because that single drop of blood; he was a descendant of Yinglong.

At that moment, a sudden commotion erupted beside them, followed by a loud slap.

Since Huang Liangchen had made a name for himself, few had come to challenge him; this was hard for a battle-obsessed man like him, and even when he provoked others, some would initially accept, but after a few attempts, everyone began avoiding him—now, unexpectedly, a fish had swum straight onto his hook.