Chapter 35: Glass-Type Spring Jade

"I refuse to accept this," Chang Hao roared in frustration. "Unless he can identify the contents of the three pieces of jade I have left."

Those three pieces were his own, and it was impossible for anyone to have tampered with them. As for the pieces Zhao Chen had brought, it was highly likely he had used some means to determine their internal structure beforehand. Chang Hao simply did not believe such a superhuman existed. In the world of jadeite, even with large windows cut into the stone, no one could guarantee a profit. Some cracks were invisible from the exterior, unless the stone was very small and of high-ice quality, allowing it to be fully illuminated by a single flashlight. Zhao Chen glanced at the three pieces of jade with windows cut into their skins beside the cutting machine and casually picked one up to toy with it.

"How many five-hundred-year-old spirit beast inner cores can I exchange for this?" Chang Yun asked. They had quite a few; if Cang Yuan wanted that wine gourd, they were willing to hand over everything they had obtained in the Ancient Heaven Forest.

That night, Liu Huo fell asleep very late. He had been thinking about how to convince Elder Shi, but after racking his brain for a long time without finding a solution, he simply covered his head and went to sleep.

It was as if those two Yang-Yang eyes had never existed and had never entered his body. Xue Yun could not see the state of his own eyes, but they had turned one black and one white, with pupils shaped like two rotating black-and-white magatama, spinning like twin vortices.

After all, if one lacked even the slightest sense of responsibility toward their own kin, how could they speak of responsibility toward others? Still, their deaths—or more accurately, their mutations—were partly his own fault.

After scoring the goal, Lin Dongqing turned and sprinted, waving his fist to encourage his teammates and bolster the team's fighting spirit.

At this moment, hearing Lu Yaming's suggestion, Tong Likai suddenly understood. It wasn't that Lu Yaming lacked the ability to handle affairs, but rather that he, like himself, did not want to invite trouble in the future by bailing out Tong Tianlong. Only by having Xu Yuan refuse could Lu Yaming find an excuse to distance himself from the matter.

Dongzi's family was in Yanjing, and he was well-informed. During the early stages of the Reform and Opening-up, he went south to seek his fortune, first to the Lingnan area, and later to Canal Province to start a company. Wang Peng only knew that the guy made money hand over fist, but he never really understood what business he was actually in.

Although Xue Yun felt an urge to try his hand the moment he saw the Golden-Winged Roc, he knew that with his current strength, it was just a fantasy. If he actually went, he would be delivering himself to his doom; he wasn't foolish enough to overestimate his own abilities.

"Awoo~ awoo~" The howling of wolves drifted through the forest, the eerie echoes traveling from afar into the military camp.

***

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Xu Wen let out a cold snort, his domain's profound light enveloping Tianxin. He had been suppressing the elite cultivators of the Punishment Hall with the power of a single Golden Core, but now, holding nothing back, he unleashed the full force of the four Golden Cores within him, causing his domain's power to erupt completely.

Because he had indeed spouted nonsense earlier and even sworn such an oath, how could his state of mind remain righteous?

"Brother Hao, heh heh, I hope I didn't interrupt your rest!" Hong Qiang felt uneasy, knowing he wouldn't get a good reception.

"Boss!" The other four nodded respectfully to Jin Faguang. These were the "Gods" of the God-Slaying Organization. Although they were the lowest-ranking members within the organization, to ordinary people, they were already unimaginably powerful.

"Good!" Jin Faguang nodded, his gaze lingering intentionally or otherwise on Ying Lei's chest. Under her black suit jacket, her white blouse wrapped around a pair of rounded peaks, stirring the imagination.

Once the Bi family left the banquet, it returned to its lively state, and those present continued to drink and eat as before.

At the Qingshan Society's headquarters, the Blood Mother suddenly descended, accompanied by a gloomy old man and a young man.

Li Mixin leaned against the windowsill all night. By the next day, her eyes were so swollen they were a sight to behold.

"These are nothing. A real man must stand up where he falls." Although Kai felt the competition was important, his disciple was more important. Furthermore, Kai had his doubts.

"Tomorrow?" The cold man smiled, turning back to shout, "Move everything from the supermarket that can be moved! Let's go!" Meng Fan was stunned. The cold man had clearly been planning this for a long time. He had seized the opportunity today while Song Jiu and the others were in a hurry, leaving a vehicle at the entrance. This move to cut off the supply was truly sinister.

"Yan Xiange, why are you so slow?" The voice sounded as if it were deliberately pinched, acting coquettish.

If Princess Chaole were to meet with disaster on the way to White City, although Cang Luochen might face some blame, the fault would not be his.

The people of Chang'an were spreading rumors that a True Dragon was roaring in anger because the Song family had disturbed the dragon vein. If the True Dragon's wrath was not appeased, it would bring disaster upon Chang'an and even the entire Great Sui.

"Why does it have nothing to do with me? We all work at this company. If the company's performance is good, everyone benefits. How can someone who just drifts along and waits for death be allowed to stay? Isn't that screwing everyone over?" Shen Qiliang said righteously, as if he were an emissary of justice.

After hesitating for a long time, Di Xuyao, who had intended to return to his dark ring to recover, chose to sit cross-legged in the void to guard Yun Tu.

***

My sister is the child of Lord Xiange in this life; no wonder she possesses the talent of a talisman master—it was inherited.

The protective spiritual energy had just surfaced on her body when it was crushed by that violent pressure, followed by an impact like a mountain crashing down.

Since arriving in this world, she seemed to have been constantly cultivating and experiencing all sorts of dangers.

Stupid, asking questions during a fight is just asking for a beating. What if there were others? Others would go to capture the Ice Phoenix.

"Uncle Tao! Are you serious?" Gao Ming was overjoyed, his eyes gleaming.

"Yesterday, while I was playing cards at the old Wang family farm, they seemed to introduce them to me—I think they were called Da Ping and Er Ping!" Wang Bo said hastily.

Sunlight gradually spilled onto Ding Wan's face. Ding Wan tried blinking her eyes, slowly rising and stretching her body. She saw Zhao Ting nearby, eyes closed in meditation. Thinking he was still asleep, she quietly crouched beside him, gazing at him infatuatedly.

Du Ping let out a cold snort and waved his hand, sending a storm of spiritual energy sweeping toward Shu Xiaofeng.

In what seemed like a calm but was actually a week of trepidation for the financial world, Baodong Group appeared on major financial programs multiple times due to frequent reports of good and bad news.

Chen Lieran returned to Windflame City and, without resting for a moment, patrolled the city defenses with Lishang. Only after ensuring safety did they return to the main hall of Windflame City.

There were no lights in the thatched hut, and it was very dim, with only a little light filtering in through the window. Everyone hid beneath the windows and on both sides of the door, trembling with fear, listening intently to the movements outside.

At the very least, combined with his cultivation level, it could make him invincible beneath the rank of Quasi-Emperor for an hour. Even if he faced the Blood Beast Emperor again, he would not be as helpless or suffer as miserable a defeat as he had before.