Once this batch of essence was fully absorbed, there would be no choice but to go looking for the next wave.

Unless there were ready-made leads to some stroke of fortune.

Otherwise, given Wei Zhao's current standing, trying to buy from the Wealth God Academy the way he had this time would come at a price he truly could not bear.

After all, chances of windfall wealth simply could not be sought—only encountered.

While absorbing the world essence, Wei Zhao stole a moment from his busy schedule to take out the newly acquired immortal-grade divine equipment and appraise it.

"The Wheel of Silence and Extinction, immortal-grade divine equipment, cannot be synthesized."

Lately the Crown Prince had been frequenting Qingge Hall. If she came by a few more times, she might just run into him here, and then she could seize the chance to make a good impression on the Crown Prince and win his favor.

"The Salvation Group has temporarily opened fire-essence stone and corpse-embryo cell storage services, restricted to Antelope Mountain Camp only."

Elder Cen answered, immediately halting Shen Shuqing, who was about to step forward. "Young Master Shen, do not hide your illness for fear of the cure."

Liang Zhi had been talking to the director the whole time, and only when Wen Qiong was drinking just now had he glanced at her coldly. As for Chen Meng, he had not seriously looked at her once since coming through the door.

"Scram, scram, scram! I wouldn't take a spineless coward like you, no way!" Dyna waved a hand, his face full of disgust.

Hua Yue had just sent the message when her phone rang, startling her. Seeing it was an unfamiliar number, she realized it was not Fu Chengyao calling after all.

She had originally thought that once she sent Consort Bai on her way, she could go enjoy the delicious roast duck. Who would have guessed that before Consort Bai even left, the Crown Prince came running over too.

Looking in the direction Zhang Gu had gone, Feng Xuebin's eyes were filled with admiration and envy. Zhang Gu had already smoothed the road out for him; all that remained was for him to follow along this path, learning from Zhang Gu as he went.

In the face of Shen Nanping's doubts, Elder Cen showed not the slightest flicker of annoyance. After all, this was Miss Niuniu's friend.

In the end, Gu Yi released Mrs. Gu first. The moment she was free, she went and sat off to one side. Gu Yi ladled out a bowl of soup for Mrs. Gu. It took her ages just to take a sip. The entire meal had been consumed by fretting over this matter—her mind always on the question of Gu Yi taking her along.

His heart could not help but quiver. Mei'er! It seemed that before this he had seen Mei'er—but where was Mei'er? Where could she be? Could it be... that she was the one who had placed him here? If so, then where was she now?

"Listen carefully, Tong Guaiguai." Yun Ze spoke with a perfectly straight face. Tong Guaiguai was stunned for a moment, then realized what the black-bellied lord was saying, and nodded vigorously.

In the room just now he had been a tender lover; the moment he stepped outside, he reverted to the cold-eyed president of the Lin Group he had been before.

The Yaksha King suddenly crouched down, hiding behind a stone block, and licked his lips. He wedged his bayonet into a crack in the rock and rubbed his hands together. He was just pondering how to dash across with the greatest speed when Hu Shuntang, beside him, caught him by the wrist and shook his head, signaling him not to act rashly.

"Master, no!" Fan Xueyi blocked Zishuo Shenjun's attack, but before she could dodge, Qingli's venomous fangs had already sunk into her shoulder.

Back then I believed that being alone meant freedom, but my heart had long been imprisoned in the past—Zhu Zixiao.

"Don't ask me about brain-taxing stuff like that—just call it whatever you like." Yufeng had been running about all day and looked famished; his mind was on nothing but the food.

At Wang Xiangsheng's company, Chu Yao was summoned every day on all sorts of pretexts to do this and that. In truth, Wang Xiangsheng simply wanted to see more of Chu Yao, to increase the number of their meetings and deepen their bond—though in this he had miscalculated one thing.

Though they had brought few servants, there were still more than a dozen of them. They moved into the large house that had once belonged to the landlord, though it too had been renovated and expanded over the past month, standing taller and grander than before, with a plaque hung over the gate bearing the name "Leisurely Manor."