Chapter 123: Letting Slip Some Useful Information

"Mrs. Lin, that is not what I meant. You have already been quite generous, but my cultivation truly requires resources. How about ten million?" Chu Qing naturally did not stand on ceremony with her.

Zhang Xueyi frowned slightly. "You certainly have the nerve to ask. I only hope the information you claim to have is worth that much."

"You are the mistress of the Lin Pharmaceutical Group. Everyone knows that in the next year or two, the group's value will increase by at least hundreds of billions. For you, a casual—"

Regardless, the remaining warships had finally survived, with even enough leeway to rescue comrades from the wreckage of the other vessels.

They arrived at a luxurious shop called "Ten Thousand Gold Apparel." Any single garment inside could support an ordinary person for a lifetime.

The taxi driver glanced at Jin Faguang and said coolly, "Hold on tight!" No sooner had he spoken than he slammed on the accelerator. The taxi surged forward with such force that the sudden thrust was startling. Within a minute, he had left Cockroach and his group far behind, out of sight.

Qianshe, who possessed excellent swimming skills, had originally intended to hide in the lake to heal slowly. That kick just now had been terrifying; had it not been for the Qianshe leather armor he wore, he would likely have perished.

Rong Li gave a perfunctory response and led Xu Tanshi inside. It was quiet in the afternoon, so they registered for internal medicine without needing to wait in line.

With that, Lin Yiping stood up. "I am going out. You don't need to wait for me; I will be back on time tomorrow morning. I won't let anything important go awry." She opened the door, got into her car, and drove away.

In the Heavenly Light Realm, there is no distinction between day and night. One chime of the Golden Wheel Bell in the Hall of the Myriad Aspect God represents one cycle of light, and two cycles make one full day.

Cheng Ji pushed the door open to leave. His head brushed against the wind chime hanging at the entrance, causing it to tinkle crisply as he passed.

"Let's go find Brother Zhao first. With Feng Su and Feng Ling looking after Rong Qing, there shouldn't be any major issues. Leave this place to Lie Yan; let's go." The three of them vanished from the Illusory Star in a flash.

Meanwhile, Jin Faguang hopped and skipped about, inquiring until he learned the models were in the dressing room, and immediately made his way there.

However, a true powerhouse would never succumb to pain; this was just like Huo Yun.

The Savage Spirit Sword pressed against her neck. The cold emanating from the blade made Xia Churan shiver involuntarily. She wanted to raise her hands to deflect it, but her limbs were paralyzed. Was she to simply sit and wait for death? Xia Churan would rather die than accept that.

Counting the star chains of Tianyu, which one did not rely on the seniors bringing up the juniors? This cycle was exactly what made Tianyu the sole hegemon in the music industry.

Even with these preparations, Tang Xia still felt a tightening in her heart. Her eyelids twitched inexplicably, and she could not calm down.

As time went on, the Emperor lost interest in observing, and it was precisely at this moment that Murong Rui's people made their move.

Diao Lang laughed heartily, his expression open and carefree. Xia Churan loved his smile—that confidence and flamboyance—she could never tire of seeing it.

Speaking of the child he had raised single-handedly, the light in his eyes gradually gathered and shimmered brightly, and even his smile became much more genuine.

The corpses of the hosts piled up on the ground, which was slick with black blood. Huo Yun reached out to support his body, only to find the ground covered in viscous gore flowing from the bodies of the Zerg hosts.

Du Jiu smiled obsequiously, stepping forward to bow. "May the proprietor find great wealth!" The shopkeeper knew at a glance that this man was here to ask for a favor and did not waste words. "What is it?" Those two words were enough.

"The deceased is no ordinary person, is he?" I stared at the corpse, walked straight over, and removed the old cloth shoe from the old man's left foot.

Wang Yansi's face turned a shade of pale green. He had never expected that Ji Liuli was so vital to Tiansheng; with her gone, the organization was practically paralyzed.

"Fake? Why would you ask that? The aura on that blade is undoubtedly that of a holy relic. Even though the blade has not been unsheathed, it shouldn't be a fake. The aura of a holy relic cannot be forged!" Lei Xing said.