Volume 1, Chapter 45: Long Time No See, President Gu

Gu Yan's expression was utterly focused as he stared intently at Chacha without even blinking, and said, "An explanation? Didn't she survive?"

"Mr. Gu, the police and the ambulance have arrived." Secretary Li walked over, accompanied by several police officers.

He hurried to help her up, only to find her entire body unusually icy cold, bearing a striking resemblance to Yun Sumo's condition not long ago, though she had one advantage over Yun Sumo—she was still conscious.

The multicolored halo was emanating from the wall opposite, while the bright spots on the other walls were merely its reflected light.

Looking at the skeletal remains excavated from this estate, the proprietress stared at Li Zhiyan in absolute disbelief.

The first record was the number of knockouts. Even Tang Baichuan, the sole Grandmaster in the East Sea who had set a record of eighteen consecutive wins in his youth, had a peak knockout record of only nine times, as encountering ruthless opponents required a few extra moves to settle. Zhou Yi had already tied Tang Baichuan's record; with just one more knockout, he would break the Grandmaster's record.

At a single glance, Jiang Yihong could tell that these ten garrison leaders had earned their ranks through accumulated military achievements, unlike those who relied on opportunistic shortcuts to rise to power.

"Yeah, exactly." I quickly shut my mouth. That was indeed the case. Though this matter seemed simple on the surface, what it actually involved were the affairs of several worlds, wasn't it? Yet I still felt somewhat awkward; I hadn't even managed to live a decent life in my own world, and yet I was already entangled with so many others?

The Persona Destroyer had a notorious reputation, and the students had summarized a consistent pattern: aside from the sleeping dragons and phoenixes and Han Qingli, every single student who approached Zhou Yi ended up having their personas completely shattered.

Lin Shanghan smiled with relief. It seemed that Li Lin汐 still held a place in her heart for him, and that the bond between them remained unchanged, as if they were still that former couple.

"I want it!" Along with the voice came a howling rush of wind. Ye Feifan whipped around and unleashed a flying kick, a dull thud echoing as a sharp pain shot through his ankle, feeling as though he had kicked an iron plate. Frowning in surprise, he saw Mu Yanghong clutching his chest and glaring at him with a bewildered expression.

By the time Haosheng came to his senses, Jiang Yihong had already established a firm foundation. Although the Zheni Continent respected absolute strength, it was not a place where high-level martial artists could cover the sky with just one hand. It was precisely by seizing this very point that Jiang Yihong managed to recuperate and build up his strength.

"You also need a suitable set of mental cultivation techniques. Only then can you open up the spirit sea, elevate your realm, and make yourself stronger." Seeing that no one answered for a moment, Chu Xuan spoke up to ease Jing Zhu's awkwardness.

How could his wrist suddenly be grabbed by someone! The boy who threw the punch simply could not believe his own eyes. For a split second, he even suspected that his vision had blurred and he was experiencing a hallucination. Thus, he hurriedly blinked his eyes over and over again, hoping to prove that everything he was seeing was merely an illusion.

Yet the moment this thought arose, a series of knocks suddenly sounded from outside. Chen Qingyu was startled, glared fiercely at Chen Feng, and went to open the door of her own accord.

Compared to the Six Meridians Divine Sword, the Northern Ming divine art possessed more than double the resistance against toxins. Huantian only experienced a momentary dizziness right at the start, but once he circulated his inner energy, he recovered within a mere instant.

From the moment Long Yu and Chen Xiaoxiao arrived here, he had remained completely motionless, not even raising his head once.

Yet the words that slipped past her lips instead became, "It is a bit tiring." She then proactively leaned into his embrace, feeling the powerful rhythm of his heartbeat.

Afterward, the two of them pulled Wei Qing to sit together in front of the vanity. Amidst the auspicious blessings chanted by the matchmaker, she bathed, cleansed her face, and had her makeup applied.

"In that case, you shall live on the ninetieth floor from now on. Furthermore, these people all died because of you; ensure their families are properly compensated and cared for," Huantian instructed.

A figure in Daoist robes approached from the east with a light, tripping step, reeking heavily of wine. Behind him followed a youthful boy clutching an antique wooden sword, struggling to keep pace with the Daoist's quick strides.