Chapter 19: Half the Fortune

Chapter Nineteen: Half the Assets

Seeing Qin Yu’s hesitation, the head of the Chu family produced a thousand-year-old lingzhi mushroom. When Qin Yu caught sight of it, his eyes lit up. Although it was not as precious as a thousand-year-old ginseng, it was enough to temporarily sustain Wang Hu’s injuries, at least ensuring he would not lose his life so quickly.

“This should suffice,” Qin Yu said.

The agent looked displeased and seemed about to speak, but the bodyguard beside him, with sharp perception, stepped forward and gestured invitingly.

Meanwhile, Qin Mo Shang, unhurried and meticulous, took a tissue and carefully wiped her hands, inside and out, with utmost attention.

Lin Jie continued eating his meal. Xi Che would never drive him away, for it was clear that Ye Qian Chong trusted Lin Jie completely.

Ye Qian Chong stood there, listening to the brief exchanges, already seething with anger, though she managed to restrain herself.

Song Qin Jun was anxious, always fearing any delay—she truly could not bear to wait another moment. Yet her cousin remained unwilling to take the initiative, and she sighed inwardly.

The classroom was abuzz with noise because of the form; everyone was discussing their preferred internship placements.

With memories of his previous life, he designed everything with clarity. Notably, foreigners had begun to seek Chinese actors for their films, and it was precisely because of this that Leng Jun rose to stardom so rapidly at home. After all, his looks resembled those of an Anglo-Chinese mixed blood, and his delicate features made him instantly likable.

“Relax, I’m only making a phone call. I won’t harm her. Is there any need to be so nervous?” Her tone carried a faint note of mockery.

As the atmosphere grew tense and silent, Su Wushuang realized her earlier words had indeed been nonsense, though she could not retreat now that she had spoken. All she could do was force a laugh and continue watching television, not daring to utter another word.

There was more that could be said, but the Art of Divine Manifestation was so profound that even after years of practice, Bai Yi had only grasped its surface. Its mysteries were unimaginable. Without the Divine Manifestation Pearl, he would not have been able to cultivate it at all.

He wore a long blue robe, his hair tied up with a jade pin, two long, flowing sashes trailing behind him. His complexion was slightly dark, and his gentle, scholarly demeanor was tinged with a hint of resolve. He was a young man who did not particularly stand out.

However, as the names of Qi Hongchen and Ning Xiju gradually spread, someone who had once been content now found himself unable to sit still. That person was Lü Qing, and it was none other than Mr. Li—Li Xianqiu—who had brought Ning Xiju’s name to Lü Qing’s attention.

Elsewhere, Shao Zhen’s eyes glinted coldly. As Zhao Han charged toward him, Shao Zhen struck forward with his palm, and the entire underground chamber resounded with a thunderous roar.

But if you play with the white pieces while considering where the black pieces will fall next, the outcome is inevitably different. It is akin to playing against oneself, yet the mind cannot help but favor the black side. The logic is simple: between offense and defense, the defender always has the innate advantage; all that is required is to counter each move as it comes.

Only at this moment did Susu’s gaze finally fall upon the young men kneeling there, their legs numb, yet not daring to make a sound.

As dusk approached, the He family had just finished dinner when the family’s security forces began their routine patrols. Compared to the Mu family, their security was much stricter; nearly every clump of shrubbery concealed several energy practitioners, while the swaggering patrol guards served only as a façade.

Trailing behind them, Yang You rubbed his nose. He never imagined that after slaughtering so many divine beasts and demons over the past half month, he would actually make it to the tenth spot on the Kyushu Ranking. It was the last thing he expected.

Yet Tang Jie, after all, was a dignified ninth-rank practitioner and would not be so easily overpowered. With a thunderous shout, silver light swept back in retaliation. An ancient hand seal struck out, and the silver brilliance crashed directly into the peachwood sword in Jiang Yang’s hand. With a chime like a bell, all tranquility was shattered in that instant, and the world was left shrouded in mist and water.