Volume 1, Chapter 28: The Ball

"What do you think we should do next?" Justinian looked straight at the Corfu captain beside him.

He believed that even if he managed to scrape together the funds to open for business, all sorts of complications would inevitably arise, making it impossible for him to turn a profit.

Li Yuan continued his preparations for the Battle of Daliang as he always did, personally inspecting every arrangement and testing every detail himself. This was a test of intellect and the application of technology; whether the existing conditions of the ancient world could be perfectly combined with his advanced ideas depended entirely on his diligence.

"This direction... does it lead to the NGL?" Kurapika tried to recall the places he had seen, though he was not entirely certain.

This was the final test prepared by Chairman Netero, lasting half a year. If one failed to develop Nen within that time, one would naturally have no qualification to become a true Hunter.

Within the academy, Ye Jiang was not a particularly famous student. Furthermore, because he practiced three different paths—spirit, martial arts, and soul—his progress was agonizingly slow. This made him even more inconspicuous, and in some respects, he was not even as well-known as Yao Juxiong.

Bai Xue’s slender body trembled slightly. She finally understood that she had never truly understood the man before her. What did it matter if she knew about his life, his preferences, or the minutest details of his existence? She had never once tried to understand his heart or what he was truly thinking.

Lu Ting and his companions, having just arrived and barely grasping the situation, were instantly enveloped by a thick, pungent stench of blood and an overwhelming aura of slaughter.

"Digging a hole? Then we dig a hole." Leorio waved his hand, agreeing with a grand, imposing air, the very model of heroic righteousness.

Even for a highly talented student, digesting all of this would likely take two or three years.

Half an hour later, Liu Chen stopped his sword, and the surrounding galaxy of starlight slowly dissipated.

Over the past ten days, Ling Yi had not only been consolidating his cultivation; he had also mastered the profound sword techniques taught by Ling Zi. These were his capital for future battles, and naturally, they required skillful mastery.

The wall of fire behind them could only hold for a limited time, so they had to hurry to escape.

The old man took down his canteen, but instead of handing it directly to Shen Muyu, he stared at him fixedly.

These figures appeared on credit cards and POS terminals; it was truly the first time he had seen so much gold in one go.

Seeing the two figures locked in a blur of sword shadows with no clear winner in sight, and hoping to save time, Su Li suddenly shouted out.

"This..." Yu Xin shook his head. "I’m afraid you could count them on one hand." This was common knowledge among everyone at the Yu Family Manor, so there was no need to lie. In fact, his assessment might even have been an overestimation of the manor's strength.

Despite her reluctance, she had to leave the United States. Her mind was filled with too many painful memories. It was time for a period of healing.

"Alright, I'm heading out, Boss." With that, Witt grabbed the keys Shen Muyu handed him and scurried off toward the car.

Indeed, the Qixi Festival had a history spanning thousands of years, yet very few poems written about it were truly top-tier. Even fewer could be called peerless. But once "Qiao Xian" was released, all the poems previously deemed peerless seemed to lose their luster in comparison.

First, his talent was not top-tier, and using this item to comprehend a new martial art would likely be difficult. Second, he had his own system. Could this item, no matter how magical, compare to his system? Regardless, the system had so many rigid constraints that he might actually find a use for this item eventually.

"Mrs. Yan, am I really that old? I am in the prime of my life. Don't you think I'm full of charm?" Yan Zihui asked, raising an eyebrow.

With progress finally made on the matter that had been weighing on her heart, the first person she wanted to share it with was Luo Yan.

Mount Huqi could shift through all four seasons in a single day, but here at the Demon Law Hall, it was a winter of perpetual snow.

The day before their departure, Ji Wei took leave to spend the day with Lu Cheng, taking A-Fu and Yi Jiujiu to an amusement park and dining at the Xinyue Island underwater restaurant in the evening.

She then pulled a bandage from her medical kit, applied it to his hand, and put his jade ring back on.

Seeing the change in An Jia’s expression, Zhou Zhi quickly pulled her to a quiet spot to sit down before going to fetch a glass of warm water.

At a time like this, he showed no signs of nervousness, as if he were not the one who had signed a military pledge.

Cheng Jianshe had initially thought there was only a fifty-fifty chance that Luo Yan’s deduction was correct, but he personally leaned toward the idea that the person had already fled.

The Sui army’s crossbowmen, who had been ready for some time, immediately drew their bows and notched their arrows. In an instant, arrows descended like a swarm of locusts, pouring down upon the dense ranks of the Tang army.

"Crossbowmen, target the horses!" Seeing the Tang soldiers shielding themselves with their shields, rendering the arrows largely ineffective, Yang Yanzhao immediately devised a countermeasure.

People from Sotheby’s? It didn't seem to benefit them to act this way. Once the truth was exposed, it would bring ruin upon the entire organization. If something like this were to happen, who would ever trust Sotheby’s again?

Yet, using such methods to eliminate dissenters seemed nothing short of despicable. After all, those disciples had only ended up in such a state because they had been marginalized.