Chapter 13177 — Those Claws Could Crush Stone to Powder from Ten Feet Away, Could Break Inner-Family Qi Arts; the Power of a Single Grasp Carried the Might of Thunder and Ten Thousand Jun.

The stallkeepers all around watched the scene unfold, and each one of them slapped his own thigh in fury.

Those two ancient volumes in Wei Zhao's hands—handsome enough to look at, true, but handsomeness was all they had; inside there was not a shred of real worth.

Two shabby books like that were not worth ten book-coins, and this fellow had actually paid a hundred and fifty!

If that was not the village squire's simpleton son, then what was?

"Idiot!"

Sima Zhao watched with a cold sneer, then a surge of indignation followed.

A brainless fool like this, and yet...

At this moment every eye on Maoshan was drawn to Ninth Uncle's breakthrough into the Spirit Transformation realm, so no one noticed the prodigy of Jia Le successfully refining a top-grade spirit artifact.

As two of the "twin giants" from Shrike Academy's original roster, the pair of them naturally had to keep a close watch on their own academy's students.

After hesitating for a long while, Tan Chuwei sent a message. Her senior brother was too busy; a call might disturb him, so better to send a message and let him ring her back when he had the time.

The programmers could not help sighing inwardly—it seemed their assessment of Chu Haoran's true strength had still been far too low.

Ye Feng extended his hand, and in his palm appeared a ten-hued crabapple blossom. Beneath his feet ten halos bloomed, every one of them a lovely gold.

So saying, Su Jie handed over a check, a name card, and a green jade pendant carved with the character Su.

The tournament organizers had a rule: contestants were forbidden to come to blows or clash outside of competition hours, or both parties would have their eligibility revoked.

Gu Qingjue must have had his suspicions too, or he would never have kept men watching the Zhao mansion so closely that the moment Zhao Yunliang set out, word reached him.

Then why would a man of Han Shu's withdrawn and rather gloomy temperament agree so readily to a dinner invitation from an artist he had met only once, and toward whom his goodwill was hardly warm?

Then he bellowed with full-chested force, and the first to calm down was Yu Beicheng, who stood nearest—after all, he had a favor to ask, and could not slap the man's face too hard.

Kang Fanni was badly startled by her sudden movement; she had not expected Ouyang Yi to embrace her out of the blue. From the look Ouyang Yi had worn a moment before, she had thought the girl's heart had gone cold from all the bleeding.

Ding Ning's death had utterly broken Ding Guoguo. She lay in bed, neither eating nor drinking, neither speaking nor stirring. Whether Nangong Li threatened her savagely or roared and smashed things, she was like a living corpse, her eyes staring emptily at the canopy.

At those words Qin Mu came back to himself, and only then realized that he had been frightened into sitting down on the ground. A flush of shame crossed his face; he scrambled up hastily, patted his backside, and hurried back to Su Zheng's side.

Rather than remain as she was now, still clinging to others. Whether that man was Du Chengzhi or Third Brother made no essential difference.

She knew that once she made this call, Han Yuzhe might never be able to return to her side again.

"If you run into trouble, give me a call—I'll be there the moment you need me." Zhang Tianyi held up his phone with a chuckle.

"Is this dish just for us, or does everyone get it?" Zhu Pingjin asked as he pulled his wife toward the table.

But when Shengheng Manor was at its most desperate, Zhao Hongchang had resolutely advanced the silver and relieved the urgent need of the Chuanbei garrison. From then on the ties between Shengheng Manor and Chuanbei grew ever closer. Grateful for the manor's kindness, the soldiers all called it the Righteous Manor, or the "Righteous God of Wealth."

Was it because she had heard the name Wangyou in the daytime that she dreamed of things long past? At the memory of the dream's scenes, Ding Guoguo could not help shuddering again.

The old monk who had borne himself with the air of a lofty Zen master swelled at a speed visible to the naked eye, bursting straight through his monk's robe and transforming into a black monster three meters tall.

"You cannot kill them! They are of the Yang family, of the Great Yao royal house! Killing them is easy for you, but what of my Lingxian Sect? So you cannot kill them!" Once Lin Xianzi had run close, she explained herself straight to Long Xing.