Chapter 277: How Many Times Has the Plum Blossom Blossomed? (Requesting Monthly Tickets) (5k)

Tudou.com’s path to listing will secure funding before Youku, which will have an extremely positive impact on the competition.

It could even be decisive.

Liu Jiankai sat blankly in his office browsing Tudou.com’s webpage, feeling both pleased and reflective—his project was finally going public.

It wasn’t easy!

Over the past year, major setbacks like Gaiji.com and Zhen Gongfu had struck one after another, utterly devastating Liu Jian.

At midnight, a basket was lowered outside the city walls, hauling up a man—this man was the rogue sent out by Guan Ping during the day.

The vehicle kept moving; the passengers inside no longer spoke. The father and son were shackled on opposite sides of the car, back to back, with no chance to talk.

In contrast to the cheerful, lighthearted atmosphere of Zizhu Peak, Lingyin Peak, not far away, presented an entirely different scene.

He immediately regretted speaking—he was plainly stating the obvious; what else could cause such a terrifying, shocking sensation except a ghost or demon?

Although the intermediate stone tablet was worth 2,500 middle-grade xuan stones, compared to the advanced tablet, it was negligible.

Xiahou Yan’s gaze turned icy; upon learning that Lin Yun had been taken as a disciple by Yao Guang, his emotions had spiraled out of control, wild and twisted.

“And then?” Li Jingtian’s blank expression made Li Sinqi unmistakably clear to Li Jingtian—he was definitely the person he was searching for.

When Tian Tian’s mother returned to the ward, she immediately called the on-duty physician, for she saw Tian Tian crying—she thought Tian Tian had woken up.

“Provincial? Municipal? Is this connected to the black-robed man? Will the city investigate to the end?” Long Yang muttered as he walked, unaware he had reached the police station’s entrance.

They were all at the peak of the Dao Fruit realm, yet ranked below a Golden Core cultivator—naturally, they felt uneasy.

“I won’t tell the princess about today’s events. I’m not one to meddle—just don’t cause trouble.” Fang Tuo said coldly.

Though her strength was immense, few knew her name, for she rarely revealed her true form.

Qin’s father was a witness with a record; due to medical certification, he was hospitalized alongside Qin Chuan. The father and son wept together, seemingly relieved to have escaped death—but that very night, in the silent depths of darkness, they began to fight.

The Old Demon of the Crow believed that over the past thousand years, he had never slackened, and his strength should have improved—but he remained utterly powerless against it.

The two entered the second-floor bedroom suite, turned on the light. “Wow, what a huge room!” Qi Mingyuan thought to himself.

Half a cup of tea later, the Yin-Yang Carp scroll quivered violently, swaying like a giant fish; a vast wave of spiritual pressure drifted down from the sky, and the ancient trees in the garden snapped one by one with crisp, cracking sounds.

Da Gen walked in with a light step, still dressed casually, utterly out of place among those present. But the man following him wore full armor, carrying a bizarre weapon that looked like something from science fiction.

“Go back. You’ve got money in your pocket—buy your mom some nutritious food, don’t show up empty-handed.” Lin Bufan instructed Er Zhuzi.

“I won’t repeat the same words twice. Since Qinghe sent you here, I will make full use of you—I won’t waste such excellent medicinal material.” The Master of the Medicine King Valley smirked, then withdrew a silver needle from his sleeve and pierced the black-robed man’s acupoints—the man collapsed unconscious.

“How could this be possible!” The disciples of the Corpse God Sect stared in disbelief at the scene before them—how could anyone in the world cultivate their body to such an extreme level?

“I won’t dare anymore. Never again.” Huang Fei winced, rubbing the spot where he’d been pinched.