Chapter 115: 112 Phantom Illusion

On the second trading day of the short attack on Fen Zhong Media, the stock price did not crash as it had on the first day but oscillated around $8.

When Yu Xing woke up, he checked the closing price—it settled at $8.32, up 2.7% from yesterday.

But according to Xiao Ying, part of the principal’s profit had already been locked in below $10, so it wasn’t regrettable.

Yu Xing insisted on his morning run, jogging while considering the next move for Shangfeng.

The glory of the Demon God Galon was here denounced as heresy; the religious conflict stemmed from believers’ fanatic devotion to their own deities—and when it came to fanaticism, none could match these soldiers of the Eastern Continent.

This was utterly unlike the effect of the Yao Lan Scripture, which merely ignited a flame within the heart-mind, burning away all impurities and dust—brutal and direct—but as Yin Feng’s cultivation base grew higher, the accumulated impurities in his heart-mind became nearly impossible to fully incinerate.

He was about to summon his last strength to enter the Wuji Palace when he suddenly felt powerless, all his energy vanishing instantly.

“It’s all because of that traitor!” At this, the old man’s soul turned a furious red.

If Zhang Taigong walked on his own, he could never reach the capital of the Great Liang Kingdom in his lifetime—even a cultivator starting from here would need months to arrive.

All his strength gathered in his arms, his left hand’s Xuan Dragon Sword erupted with surging power, sweeping horizontally toward his opponent.

“Using age to bully others!” Yin Feng frowned; he had earlier thought the old man somewhat refined, but now he was truly disappointed—a man of such advanced years, still only at Foundation Establishment eighth layer, dared to look down on others? If they fought, Yin Feng believed this Liu Bo wouldn’t last ten moves against him.

A clear fact lay before them—the Lanba Church could no longer hold out; they were seeking reinforcements.

The reason I care so much about her is that, in my eyes, this form is the perfect parasitic vessel.

“If you want to cry, cry.” Ao Xue said. Her words acted like a switch—Ao Jun’s tears burst forth instantly. After crying for a while, Ao Jun stopped. “Sister, I just feel resentful and angry—angry at his deception. Is this love?” Ao Jun sniffled.

Finally, Lin Weiwei woke from her dream, sitting up instantly, pale-faced, staring at the man before her; her eyes initially unfocused, gradually regaining clarity.

Wang Tiening also entered the private room, standing by, hesitating to speak; he very much wanted to learn from Huang Zhizhou how to cook these fish dishes, but finally Yan Shengzhi told Yan Le, who immediately said no problem, and told Wang Tiening he planned to turn the farmstay into Jinling Leshan Zhuang.

“Mmm~” Ao Xue frowned, letting out a soft scoff, but Xu Huinan didn’t hear it. Xu Huinan gently kissed her forehead, then turned and pulled her into his arms to sleep.

When Wang Cai said this, Lin Bao jumped to the ground in shock; Li Xiangyi and I were stunned—Lin Fengshan had stolen corpses, encountered a vengeful ghost, and been killed. What did that have to do with Xiangyi? Where did this even come from?

“Is there? First, why I’d do it is none of your business. Whether it’s related to me, you don’t know either—so there’s no point discussing this with me.” I leaned against the wall.

“Then I’ll wash the tablecloth together with the curtains—we can change them tomorrow.” Yun Jun crumpled the curtains and tablecloth she’d bought into a ball and rushed off to the bathroom with a clatter.

If the Outer Realm Sages descend and we cannot defeat them, the Eastern Wasteland will sink back into darkness.

“Then let’s go.” Gu Ming finished packing his things. Ao Xue smiled and began packing hers.

Lu Zhi was startled: “Even I’ve been arranged for?” Di Bulen coughed heavily, hinting at his improper wording. Lu Zhi’s mind already conjured the image of Da Yi, calculating how to sneak across the border and escape this fate.

“Did they bump into you and hurt you? I’ll go settle accounts with them…” Dong Lin rolled up her sleeves again, but Su Nuan and Xia Lan pulled her left and right.

Lin Yifan was also exasperated—if the other side insisted he was illegally occupying it, then he might as well give up.

Qi Qi and the others received their invitation and finally entered the transit center. It was huge—besides forty or fifty warriors, there were roughly a hundred more people, all original staff of the transit center.

Her words were cryptic; Yan Jun had no time to respond before she slowly walked away, her heavy belly swaying.

Lin Yifan’s family didn’t know what had happened outside, but one thing was certain: Lin Yifan had clashed with someone.

At that moment, Su Nuan heard Bai Siye’s words and felt as if struck by a divine thunderbolt—suddenly charred on the outside, raw within.

The car had been delivered to Lu Qianqian two days ago, arranged by Wang Peng through Liu Hongda; all documents were processed immediately.

Everyone who witnessed this scene generously applauded and cheered for Ye Feng. Although Ye Feng had no chance at this year’s championship, his brilliant performance had already delighted the fans—especially since he was driving a battered race car.

Ji Mo saw this and immediately flew away on his sword; without the Ten Thousand Swords Shield, he couldn’t block this attack. If it landed, though he wouldn’t die, Zhao Shiyao would be lost.

“I noticed you ignored Zhou Lao for three sentences—is he really that powerful?” Song Ning asked curiously; he didn’t recognize any of the people in that group.

To Li Yimu, these dishes weren’t worth a glance, but for La Tiao and Kang Long, who had eaten braised pork for seven straight days without a single piece of fat, this was life-saving delicacy—they thanked him endlessly.

The man had a handsome face, wearing a formal suit on top but no shirt underneath; a large gray wolf tattoo was clearly visible on his chest.

Qing Ci nodded, “Not impossible,” but before she could finish, the owl suddenly flapped its wings and lunged at them.

Restricting the powers of the Shuntian Prefect wasn’t because Zhang Xian committed a major offense. Although Emperor Hongzhi was furious that Zhang Xian was among those who deceived the throne, Zhang Xian had immediately reported the famine upon seeing civilians starving to death, preventing the crisis from worsening.

These dances were exceedingly alluring, but Liang Cai, accustomed to Japanese films, paid them no mind.

If the senior sister has a task, I’ll help for sure! Chu Xiaoye, who had been lonely and idle with no one to lead him, immediately perked up.

The song truly ignited the atmosphere; the live audience swung their glow sticks in rhythm, but the online viewers felt something different.

“Mu Yao, how dare you call Prince Xuan by his given name! This is at home—but if you said it outside and someone with ill intent overheard, they’d charge you with disrespecting the imperial family—what would you do!” Auntie Da said sternly.