Chapter 41: The Trouser Replacement Plan

Actually, it would have been better to just ask for a pair of long-haired rabbits. Unfortunately, it is likely impossible to transport live animals into the martial arts academy.

Zhou Shenyan instructed Wen Qiong on which documents to bring home, noting that some human testimony, preferably from eyewitnesses, would also be needed.

Chen Hongyan hesitated for a moment, preparing to seek out Song Chong. However, after finishing his conversation, Song Chong walked toward Wen Qiong instead. Chen Hongyan stood frozen in place.

Feeling the car come to a stop, Wan Yu, who had been sleeping in the back seat, sat up abruptly, gazing out the window with sleepy eyes.

Shen Shushu’s cheeks were flushed red; she remained stiff, not daring to move, and buried her head in his embrace.

He had spent decades cultivating the Ganoderma wood, only for it to vanish into thin air just like that.

If the surgery could be completed successfully, it would mean that his years of research had finally borne fruit and had not been in vain.

Seeing the two of them beginning to blame themselves, Wan Yu was about to console them when a crisp sound came from overhead.

Clicking to enter, one could find detailed introductions to dozens of synthesis masters, along with all of their works.

Ling Yanyu liked Su Yiqiu very much; he had never liked anyone the way he liked her. There were things he wanted to ask, such as what her relationship with Pei Yunyi was, but the words died on his lips.

"No need for nonsense. I will give it to you. I will give you thirty of the gold bars I have," she said.

I wonder if she has a boyfriend? If I could win her over, I could save thirty years of struggling.

"Whoosh!" The classroom erupted into thunderous applause once more. Compared to the applause Professor Stubborn had deliberately solicited earlier, this was far more enthusiastic and sincere. This time, he did not look as self-satisfied as he usually did; instead, he appeared quite calm.

The man said nothing. He knew the other was angry, but he didn't care—it was the boss who had ordered him to do it anyway.

Thinking of this, many people left with red eyes, wandering about to look at other collections, hoping that they, too, could pick up a bargain like Boss Du.

"Perhaps he truly can succeed!" Granny Jiang sighed. She had come to understand Wuming’s talent; perhaps there really was hope for him.

"Hey! I’m telling you, President Li seems to be losing the upper hand." Qin Beichuan bit hard into a piece of meat, speaking with his cheeks puffed out.

It is said that while money isn't everything, one can do nothing without it. It turns out that even desiring to increase one's cultivation cannot escape the constraints of worldly power.

Zhang Xu had embezzled the company's funds, generally using them to acquire real estate, apartments, luxury cars, and depositing them into investment accounts. Lin Qiaoqiao had uncovered this by investigating his properties and bank accounts, though Zhang Xu had managed to conceal the funds he lent to other companies.

The burly Jin Rushu kept his eyes fixed on Prince Dezhang atop the high platform. Taking advantage of the moment Liu Xi, Geli, and the others were busy killing several imperial guards, Jin Rushu stooped down, grabbed a long spear, and hurled it with all his might at the dazed Prince Dezhang.

After all, if the Demon Slayer would not follow his lead, then Dark Dragon could not truly mobilize him to act.

"Actually, even if they win the project, they don't do the work themselves; they subcontract it to other construction teams. All they do is bully others into handing over the projects to them."

"You are still saying you did nothing wrong, still defending your own wicked deeds at this point. You are really something else. Let me tell you, a person like you—even if someone hadn't stolen your wife, I suspect you couldn't have kept her anyway."

After a thorough examination, he found that, fortunately, the injuries were severe but not life-threatening. He was immediately relieved, hurriedly ordering men to send his disciple back for treatment before turning his gaze toward Zai Yuan and Liang Tianyun.

"Hmph?!" Momo coughed forcefully. Who was he trying to scare? Was there ever such an arrogant pet that everyone had to show him respect?

Huang Ting understood; she jumped from the tank to the floor, grabbed the machine gun at Ye Shao’s feet, and began to fire.

However, as to who was responsible, it was hard to say for now. At first, Lu Ping thought Lu Yiwei was involved, but looking at him now, it seemed this fellow had nothing to do with it.

"What is going on?" I couldn't help but mutter to myself. Why were there so many mummified corpses here? And these corpses seemed different, carrying a more intense aura of resentment than ordinary ones.

Yue Ying nodded slightly and steered her light back to the camp. Not long after returning to her room, the steward, Manager Hu, rushed over with congratulations. After perfunctorily dealing with him and sending him away, she finally calmed her mind to contemplate her next plan of action.

"Fellow Daoist Shen, I am Yun Lan. I have been sent by the Sect Leader to welcome our honored guest. Please forgive the disciples for their lack of courtesy earlier." Although the middle-aged Taoist nun’s expression was cold and stern, she was impeccable in her etiquette.

Otherwise, since the other party was good-looking and so generous toward her, it wouldn't be impossible for her to try and get along with him.

"Senior, you know my family? You know my background?" Long Yuan was stunned, and then an expression of excitement appeared on his face.

"That's right, any item you like, feel free to take it," another patron said, his tone slightly fawning.

"This is the foliage of the Poison Frost Flower. Try it out." The Peak Master of Xuanwu Peak called over a common disciple carrying a large bag filled with fresh, tender buds that looked as if they had just been picked.

As he looked, a blue light pierced into Lin Xuan’s body in an instant, and then this light surged directly toward Lin Xuan’s sea of consciousness.

Thinking of this, Ma Dong smiled as he collected the various treasures, then slowly swept his gaze toward the Yaoguang Holy Son and the three high monks of the Green Dragon Temple, who had yet to speak.

The previously clear sky suddenly turned dark, and gusts of eerie wind, as if trying to strip the flesh from one's bones, began to blow from all directions.

The Pharaoh continued: "In ancient times, most powerful weapons vanished during bloody wars. A very small number that remained were sealed and hidden in various corners of the Mara Continent. Legend has it that only those with sufficient ability are qualified to find these weapons."

Song You did not look highly upon some of the effects of the Nine Suns Divine Skill, whether it was the scorching internal energy after completion, or its ability to treat cold toxins and provide personal defense.