None of them are any good.

Jiang Fan’s mood was also infected. He pulled out a cigarette, lit it, took a deep drag, and said, "The Chinese New Year is just around the corner. After the year begins, the number of people coming to Dongguan will definitely increase, making it even harder to find a job. I got seventeen hundred in extra income today, and tomorrow I'll go make a bit more around the gambling dens. Think of a way to see if this money can help some people, even if it just means letting a few homeless souls have a full meal."

Xiao Yuxin shook her part: "Facing so many drifters, your and my abilities can't accomplish anything significant. We can only provide some convenience within our reach. About yesterday, I'm sorry!"

Jiang Fan asked in confusion, "What about yesterday? You..."

"The ant did a very good job," Bai Chenxiang said approvingly, looking at Chongchong, who was coughing while dodging the Eldest Senior Brother's iron grip.

Remembering the characters she had carved into her arm earlier, and how she had been hugging him just now, constantly murmuring, "I haven't mistaken my senior brother," the Demon Refining Master felt a deep terror at the thought of days spent forgetting him. Unable to bear watching her struggle in such panic any longer, her heart hardened, and she picked her up, turning back to retrace her steps.

"Hehe! Alright, Qi Yu, go and take out the magic core of this fierce beast. A mid-tier beast's core can probably fetch hundreds of thousands of gold coins. Moreover, this stone bear is notoriously difficult to deal with, ranking in the upper-middle tier among mid-tier beasts. It should sell for a good price." The delicate-looking man sneered a few times upon seeing the rough man's expression and spoke.

Fang Han was wild with joy inside. Well played, Ye Chen! You were mocking me just now, but now you've brought this upon yourself by presenting such a clumsy piece of calligraphy and painting as a congratulatory gift—it's utterly foolish. Even Master Duan is so impatient; I reckon your good days are coming to an end.

Bending his left knee and slightly retreating his right foot, Qian Sha spun rapidly before his eyes, then pierced straight through the blade's edge.

Well, it is rather naive, because even if there truly is such an irreplaceable love, how many people in this world ever get to meet it?

Gu Mengyao was lying on the bed feeling utterly bored at the moment. It was no wonder she felt stifled; aside from the walls, there was nothing else around. The entire room contained only a bed, and with no one to talk to, anyone would have found it tedious.

"I wonder how much tax silver our Heavenly Gate Sect has to pay?" Bai Chenxiang asked, forcing herself through it. Although she knew there were only a countable few copper coins in the stone drum outside the grand hall—enough perhaps to buy three or four sesame flatbreads, but nowhere near enough for taxes.

Yet, the mouse before her clearly matched the previous one down to every single behavior, posture, and expression.

"Senior Brother," Xiangxiang couldn't help but turn back and grab the Demon Refining Master's hand. She knew he desperately wanted to resolve this matter and escape being caught in the middle, but if it meant accepting such conditions, she didn't want him to agree.

Yue Zanghua was arranged to stay in the North Courtyard where Ximen Piaoyue resided, while Tang Tang was assigned to the South Courtyard where Ximen Piaoxue lived.

Just as the deadlock persisted for a moment, Jin Du’s pupils shrank sharply, and his hands rapidly willed hand seals, leaving behind a massive trail of finger phantoms in the air.

There were still many people casting cold, detached glances at his family. Once he fell, those so-called people who had previously shown goodwill toward his clan would undoubtedly discount that sentiment drastically, and quite a few would even kick a man while he was down.

"I declare the match begun! First round, the Starry Empire versus the universe Sect!" As soon as those words fell, the handsome-faced host soared down like a roc spreading its wings, yielding the arena to the two competing parties.

Both Bai Zhuozi and Bai Mozi had exposed their cultivation levels while searching for Tang Tang, leaving Bai Shaozi somewhat uncertain. To take both of them down simultaneously would likely prove no easy task.

Perhaps Liu Youci had truly gone mad. Looking at his wretched, disheveled retreating figure, most people thought to themselves.

A crown prince from the Southern Wasteland, Murong Hongtu, possessed starlight flowing through every gesture, with the cosmos reflected in his eyes. His physique resembled a brilliant galaxy shining with myriad starlights. This youth spoke with astonishing arrogance, boasting that he would slay the Crown Prince of the Nine Provinces and reclaim the descendants of the Murong family who had been suppressed by Han Yi.