Chapter Eighty-Two: The Impact of Large-Scale Advance Screenings

Upon receiving Yao Huaying’s reply, Yan Niang fell into deep thought at the side, but Zhang Ruyun said, “So, by this logic, Senior Sister Shen, you and Senior Brother Floating Cloud and the others were all deceived here by the Ghost Mother!” The youth, troubled by thoughts of the Ghost Mother’s treachery, felt his heart burn with worry.

Xiao Jingyuan had always been this way—overbearing, yes, but hardly reasonable. Otherwise, he would not have imprisoned Ling Yutan in the palace for over twenty years.

Of course, as for the remaining 5% of the profits, he would never truly pocket them. He had no shortage of money and had no intention of building some golden palace. There was no need to take it. Rather than that 5%, it would be far better to seize Taobao’s shares from Masayoshi Son in the future—that would be worth far more.

“Really? Hua, you are so generous! Lily knew she could trust her judgment.” Liu Hui’s brows lifted with delight, her face blooming with joy.

Ever since the alchemy began, Guiguzi, Mo Di, and Wang Zhe had never left. The allure of the Transcendence Elixir was simply too great. They had lingered at their current cultivation stage for far too long, watching Qin Yibai’s power skyrocket like a rocket. As elders, how could they not feel envious?

Yin Muqing’s eye twitched, watching Xiao Jinglan’s utter seriousness. It was nothing like a joke. Had she misheard? Was this prince, who was always so arrogant, now lowering his own worth to the level of Madam Tang?

The once tense and empty courtyard began to fill with the bustle of daily life as people arrived one after another, gradually imbued with the warmth of human presence.

Still, the idyllic country life was what she longed for. People are always contradictory, yearning for both the fish and the bear’s paw.

“Junhua, where are you?” In the midst of an engrossing conversation with Grandpa Gu, Chu Xiangjun called.

The explosion was earth-shaking, and the two beauties beside Feng Wuqing both looked slightly pale.

One day, I’ll return the torment in kind—hmmph. With this thought in mind, I flew away from the Liyun Sect.

“Are you planning to join them and watch the spectacle?” Luo Yi tied up her bundle, stuffed it into her spatial pouch, and eyed the pouch, now bulging. She truly wondered how Yun Xixi managed to carry so many things back to the inn.

“System, I want to use my chance at the lottery!” Li Yunxiao secretly communicated with the system in his heart.

“Is Mama as beautiful as Tina?” Yun Xixi took the pastry Tina handed her, took a bite, and asked, tilting her head.

At that moment, countless strands of mysterious yellow energy surged from Yuanshi’s body, enveloping him. In an instant, these energies were absorbed by his divine form.

“It’s nothing, just borrowing your body for a while.” Suddenly, the black shadow spoke. A powerful consciousness began to invade and erode Obito’s mind, intent on seizing control of his body.

After all, Longxing paid a generous sum. Job well done was the least they could do; otherwise, it would be unworthy of the reward.

Concubine Mei’s face hardened. She wanted to argue, but found no words. She knew the pain she had suffered, but her father would never understand. He always said that marrying into the royal family meant such things were only natural. Even among commoners, it was not rare for a man to have several wives and concubines. Her sorrow was unspeakable.

The Shanghai E-sports Arena was open year-round. Any nationwide competition would be held here.

What Mao Leyan needed to do first was buy back the indenture contracts for the three of them from the steward. After all, they were sold into the prince’s residence as slaves, and this matter needed to be resolved as soon as possible.

After the Ten Thousand Ghosts Ritual ended, Shangguan Zhi and the others realized this and took back control of the carriage. The vehicle had originally been seized by the Lingguang Sect from the hands of the Cardinal Hall. It required no horses—just a bit of soul power to keep it moving endlessly.

The trees on the mountain had all turned yellow and withered. If I lit a cigarette and flicked the butt away, the whole mountain might catch fire and be burned clean.

As soon as Luo Fang and I got off the car, Ai Tangtang rushed up and leaped onto me.

Above, there seemed to be other colors. For all these years to have remained so vibrant—surely, it was something extraordinary. But what could it be?

After careful study, Zhang Haotian finally discovered that at the eighth level, the Faith Soul became highly dependent on the power of faith, requiring a stable output to maintain its existence. This was why the soul could not last before.

At that moment, the carriage they were in suddenly jolted and came to a halt. Both their faces changed abruptly. Lin Xiyu’s first reaction was to put on her mask.

Yet through the occasional messages from Hanzhen, Zhang Haotian learned what was happening on the continent of the Primeval World. Now, he was desperate to increase his strength—to reach the level of a Sage.

Mo Ye’s face was clouded as he spoke, as if ready for a showdown, but in truth, his gaze was fixed on the man. He wanted the man to step in; Mo Ye had no wish for further trouble, for the cost was too great.

On any other day, if Qin Zheng crashed and fell like this, Lin Xiyu would have rushed over to comfort him, surely rubbing his bruises a little. But now, the news had stunned her—her mind was blank.

“For the sake of power, will you abandon your humanity?” I asked Mr. Situ. I, too, was exhausted; the sand striking my chest earlier had left me badly injured. At that moment, Luo Fang sliced off Mr. Situ’s head with a single blow—yet even this could not kill him.

Qin Han still said nothing, as if he hadn’t heard, sipping his tea serenely. All eyes were on him, but he remained unmoved.

Chen Xiao uttered these words, and the Heavenly Sword appeared in his hand once again. He raised it high and slashed down at the Demon Emperor.

With a heart full of gratitude, Min Xinduo was about to jump down when, unguarded, Ji Yuqing tossed her into the swimming pool.

“What a coincidence? Help me check again—why are there so many sudden problems? As for solutions, I trust in Dad’s abilities! He’s always been able to handle things before, and he’ll do it again,” Luan Zhi said.

Gazing at the person and beast before her, Chen Tianxiu felt an inexplicable sense of grievance. Damn it, in the Divine Realm, she could summon wind and rain at will. Aside from her father and the occasional lost wanderer, who hadn’t been cut down by her?

Luan Zhi remembered—the manager had indeed mentioned before that her design product had brought them great profits.

With so many advantages, how could he possibly let the family head lock Lan Qin away so easily?