Volume 1, Chapter 146: Grown Daughters Go Their Own Way

The next day, the entire Zhang family gathered around the heated brick bed to share a meal, seeing off Zhang Yongtai and Zhang Weidong.

"Indeed, My Lord, the upcoming battles should be left to the Spirit of the Ten Thousand Dragons. It would be unreasonable not to let him fight, especially since his strength is truly remarkable! I, for one, have high hopes for him; you really should give him more opportunities." Luo Wuwei said nothing. Was his silence a tacit consent?

Even if the owner here had some connections and could source goods, the items had passed through at least two or three hands, consisting entirely of what others had discarded. Therefore, in the jade-gambling trade, without genuine expertise, relying purely on guesswork and luck was tantamount to courting death.

The counter looked no different from a regular store checkout counter, except for the several security cameras installed nearby. Equipped with motion sensors, they automatically swiveled to fix their gaze on anyone entering the room.

First, dispatch the gargoyles to scout everywhere, and once targets are located, send out ghouls to intercept them. Then, have the catapults fire from the rear to disrupt their formation, and finally, let the ghouls move in for the harvest.

The four figures soared into the sky, instantly revealing their true forms measuring hundreds of feet long. Four colossal dragons flashed their enormous eyes in the air, and then, they let out a synchronized roar. As the roar faded, nine more dragons, each only a few dozen feet in length, instantaneously appeared.

Tatalupas's figure had stopped expanding, but one of his arms was still growing frantically thicker. Especially on his palm, patches of black scales began to push through the skin, and over those scales, a layer of transparent horny keratin grew out.

One must remember that among these fellow disciples, several hailed from the First Peak of Human Immortality, just like Qiu Shuiyao. It was hard to say whether these individuals might suddenly intervene at a critical moment.

In truth, even among major museums, there were hardly a few Lu Zigang jade tablets originating from the imperial palace. If such a piece were sent to a major auction house with adequate promotion to attract more participants, after a fierce bidding war, fetching a price of one hundred and fifty million would be a walk in the park.

For a long time, the members of the Sect of Elucidation had lost track of how long they had been fighting. They only knew that their hands kept swinging continuously, striking down the beasts that came to attack them.

A trace of doubt arose in Lin Wei's heart. Vaguely, he sensed that the form of existence and the meaning of this space were not as simple as they appeared on the surface.

He stepped aside with his tall and slender frame, looking at Wen Ran and Bai Xiaoxiao with a smile to signal them to enter.

"Old Liu, why would you casually bring people to a place like this? If something goes wrong, who takes the responsibility?" a ruddy-faced, equally bald fat man asked Boss Liu.

He felt that he and Zhang Jin were the same kind of people, possessing an equally keen sense of smell for commercial films at the very least, and having a rather insightful view of the Hong Kong market.

Ling Han continued forward, with Tiger Girl holding his hand while snacking, and the rabbit following closely on the other side. The rabbit could already feel immense pressure, as the power of the thunder was growing increasingly terrifying.

Two months—Mo Feng had taken only two months to make his name circulate among the upper classes of the United States and even Europe, which could only be described as a miracle in the history of world medicine.

Reimu was not enthusiastic about dealing with anomalies. As long as they did not cause major trouble, this unscrupulous shrine maiden would ignore any trivial incidents altogether.

Today, the busiest department in the inpatient building was neither gastroenterology nor respiratory medicine, but the usually quiet orthopedics ward. The reason was simple: the director's nephew, the arrogant playboy Zhu, had broken a leg in a car accident and was admitted here.