Chapter 143: The Congress of Writers and Artists and the Script Fee

"What on earth is it?" Su Yang asked in puzzlement as he abruptly opened the Eye of Breaking Void between his eyebrows.

Changkong Xingyu piloted the aerospace craft, slowly ascending into the air. With an intellectual brain chip integrated into his body, he quickly grew familiar with the controls and was soon maneuvering the flying saucer with ease.

Yet Ye Feng was now speaking to him of such matters with a solemn expression, leaving him gaping and entirely at a loss for words.

In truth, she did not answer Li Jie's question because she simply did not know how to respond. She still had an unfinished mission, but how could she pretend she had never laid eyes on these children?

Standing beside Zhu Qi, Our Lady of the Golden Spirit rolled her eyes fiercely upon hearing his words. This scoundrel was actually threatening her; if she refused this proposal, he would suggest another, such as being husband and wife. How could the dignified Our Lady of the Golden Spirit endure such a threat? She had no choice but to acquiesce to the relationship of siblings.

Having prepared everything, Xie Feng took one last earnest look at the beauty still fast asleep, then turned and strode away. The teleportation array would open at noon, and there were still preparations to be made before then; he could no longer afford to delay.

Fanny's bold and commanding demeanor left Du Youjia dumbfounded. Was this really the same goofy, silly, and naive Fanny who giggled at everything? She was simply too cool. Although Taeyeon had long known glimpses of Fanny's inner personality, seeing such a capable and imposing contrast firsthand left her completely captivated. It was impressive indeed.

How could this be? Both of these Arhats were actually real, and they even claimed that this Leiyin Temple was genuine? Could it be that they had been overly suspicious?

Du Youjia shouted directly into Hyuna's ear, knowing that otherwise, his voice would be completely inaudible in the noisy environment.

Cao Cao nodded slightly. Had he not known that you distributed the treasures among the generals, he would not have let you off so easily. He then glanced at Jia Xu; it seemed that with his severe illness passing, even Jia Xu was already looking for his next lord, actually daring to cover for Cao Pi.

Zhao Shu paid him no more heed and rode side by side with Guo Huai through the city gates. The surrounding soldiers, witnessing this sudden change of events, stood frozen in stupefaction. Seeing Zhao Shu lead his troops into the city, they all dropped to their knees in prostration.

From no one knew when, Ashu had wrapped himself even more tightly within his own shell, to the extent that almost no one could discern any emotion from him.

Wang Ling took the ring and slid it onto his finger. Suddenly, a Spirit-Drawing Staff appeared in his grasp. "Sweep Across the Army!" With a single strike, he lashed out at the figure in black. The assassin had no time to evade, and the dual attributes of wood and fire surged into his body, causing him to spew a mouthful of fresh blood.

This was no lie; such a task could only be entrusted to a trusted confidant. He had never imagined that Wei Yan possessed such a keen eye for talent. History recorded that Wang Ping, although... Zhao Shu's body suffered a sharp jolt, and he could not help but scrutinize Wang Ping anew.

As he spoke, Jiye suddenly adopted an expression of profound nostalgia for that feeling, while Shiji, contrary to Jiye's expectation, displayed not the slightest emotional change, looking as though he remained completely unmoved.

Mingjing glanced toward the stone platform. It was a cavern, pitch-black within, and she did not dare to step inside at all.

On this continent, eighth-tier spiritual herbs were already exceedingly rare, let alone being gifted a ninth-tier one—an existence that was just a step away from becoming a sacred medicine.

Lü Yiren kept thrashing about on the surface of the lake; although her swimming was far from proficient, she at least did not sink.

What an exemplary fence-sitter—while the wind was still outside the city gates, he had already turned inside the city. Zhao Shu smiled faintly at him and said, "The General has rendered a great service; I will certainly request a commendation for you from the Prince of Hanzhong." With that, he dismounted and headed straight into the manor.

Feeling only a momentary trance before his position shifted, Senju Ronesh couldn't help but shudder with lingering fear.

Yakura was stunned for a split second, then reacted instantly, grabbing Karura and leaping sideways to dodge the attack.

The Immortal Fox Village was only a little over twenty miles from the town, and ten minutes later, the police car arrived at the town police station.

Though Lu Yao did not wish for Wen Yan to be involved with Shen Que, she didn't think Shen Que deserved to die either.

A hen that could not lay eggs—even if she continued to be honored as empress, she posed little threat to him.

Yuki Aosui cursed his shadow clone countless times in his heart; of all people to provoke, why did he have to provoke a madman of the Uchiha clan?

Chen Fa tilted his head to look at me. Within his sunken sockets, his eyes were starkly black and white, appearing somewhat eerie.

The first thing that caught the eye was a bronze Buddha statue. The statue was solemn in form and wore a smile, as though capable of perceiving all things in the world.

Carrying him into the bedchamber, Physician Liu felt his pulse and inspected his injuries, gazing at the wounds covering his entire body, including several arrow wounds that had yet to heal and were once again seeping blood.

Fan Qin noticed that this jewelry store carried a remarkably wide variety of items, ranging from diamonds, jades, and gold and silver ornaments to emeralds—everything one could possibly want. Furthermore, their stock leaned heavily toward middle-to-high-end jewelry; while the prices were somewhat steep, the quality was exceptional.

Perhaps the assassins of Hu Haisheng's parents had not left to return to the Blood Fiend Sect's headquarters, and were still lingering in Jiangcheng city, widely recruiting disciples.

"Hah, what a real man!" Wild Bull had originally thought the last few garrison soldiers had survived purely out of cowardice, but their end exceeded his expectations.

"Damn it, foul Daoist priest, I've had my eyes on you for a long time, and now you even dare to insult my master! Don't blame this old man for playing dirty!" Unable to stomach the humiliation heaped upon his grandmaster, Ma Sihai raised his head and pulled the trigger toward the Five Spirits Daoist a few yards away.

"What did you say? Adabei still hasn't returned?" Ma Chengfeng furrowed his brows. The situation inside the cave didn't look as though Lan Ruoyan had dragged Adabei away; his outer garments were left behind, and he couldn't have walked out naked, could he? Could it be that after Lan Ruoyan went after him, some other accident occurred here? Did someone hijack their prize?

"What the hell, what are you doing?" Mo Fan hurriedly stepped forward to lift him up, completely bewildered by his actions.