Chapter 151: People I Know

According to Qin Lang, regular guests were merely spectators there to watch the bustle, and only specially invited guests could be considered true patrons of the jewelry exhibition.

With a grand wave of his hand, he reserved a specially invited guest pass for her.

Li Wanbai felt a slight stirring in her heart; she indeed held a deep interest in jewelry exhibitions.

Seeing her pleased expression, Qin Lang chuckled and said, "It's settled then. See you at the exhibition!"

He still wished to brazenly linger and spend a bit more time with Su Chengzi, but alas, any excuse he could think of—

Immediately afterward, I plunged headfirst into the teleportation portal, a flash of light greeted my eyes, and I crashed hard onto the ground.

Zhurong Qingyi was filled with curiosity. She wondered how much Chen Nuo could possibly know about Zhang Sheng, considering they had only met once, and even then, under circumstances akin to sworn enemies. Could it be that from just that single encounter, Chen Nuo was able to fathom what Zhang Sheng desired in his heart?

The reason Qiaoshan Town was granted several admission quotas was that, years ago, the town had produced a favored son of heaven who entered the East Mystery Spiritual Academy and subsequently created a miracle there. Out of consideration for his hometown, the academy allocated a few slots every year for the young people of Qiaoshan Town to enter and cultivate within its walls.

"It is primarily about our magic treasures." Bai Tianjun glanced at the senior disciples of the截教 seated in the seats of honor. In the great battle of the past, apart from the physical bodies perishing, their magic treasures had all been lost to the enemy upon defeat.

The other disciples in the top dozen had all untied their sandbags, which varied in weight, but each was at least ten catties or heavier.

Despite suffering heavy casualties on their own side, they seemed entirely unconcerned. No matter how many Blood Demon Fiends perished, as long as a little time passed, the outer perimeters of this blood-red demonic cave would continuously generate a vast multitude of low-tier Blood Demon Fiends. Therefore, they cared little about how much cannon fodder was lost, as long as they could exhaust and wear down those cultivators to death.

Lost in a flurry of random thoughts, before he knew it, he had walked all the way to his doorstep. He wasn't heading to the casino until five o'clock in the afternoon. He still had three hundred yuan in his pocket, which he had withdrawn yesterday, along with the one-thousand-yuan red envelope Dali had given him. The thousand yuan Dali gave to Zhang Long yesterday was a separate matter.

As Lu Yuankong spoke, a reminiscing expression crept into his features, as if he were recalling that sensation. The other elders wore similar reactions, their hearts filled with yearning—after all, an elder was only granted a single gratuitous opportunity to enter, and any subsequent entry would require a monumental contribution to the family clan.

Watching this Level 100, Tier 6 reinforced monster die such a miserable death beneath the tyrannical might of Sister Milk, I let out a heavy gulp—"Gulp"—and scratched my cheek in deep contemplation. Having spent so much time alongside Sister Milk, just how had I managed to survive until now?

"Let us hope we do not become enemies in the future..." Nie Fengping sighed softly. When she turned to leave, the sorrow lingering in her beautiful eyes vanished without a trace.

Hearing her older sister's analysis, Wang Junling nodded thoughtfully. Although he was still flying on his immortal sword, he managed to divide a portion of his mental focus to ponder these matters.

Liu Tingchan felt as though he saw the shadow of the original owner in Luo Qiran, yet the youth's disposition was far too soft. Even if his talent in alchemy matched that of the original owner, Liu Tingchan had no inclination to grow close to him.

One-century-old medicinal herbs had a market price of around ten thousand gold coins, and the price doubled for every additional century of age.

As for Liu Mengmeng, she had never favored any sort of superhero, so for her, this speech was not merely awkward, it was even somewhat... to put it in a two-syllable word, cringe-worthy.

His mind kept turning over the words Lin Changchun had spoken to him that evening, weaving together everything from state policies to corporate management, and from corporate management to innovative development. The intertwining of these diverse factors left him with a growing sense of mental chaos.

When Zheng Qiang learned that the fruit of his arduous labor had been instantly dismissed, he dissolved into a state of sheer hysteria right there inside his office.

"President Yuan, there is a heavy downpour over here, and I simply cannot leave." Ma Tingting was equally anxious, but that storm at a little past four in the afternoon had truly trapped her in Xinshi Town, rendering her completely unable to move or depart.