Volume 1, Chapter 60: The Phoenix-Cry Glazed Goblet

The surrounding crowd also chimed in, demanding to go along, and the auctioneer himself grew quite curious about what was inside the bottle.

Everyone made their way to the bearded man's home together.

The bearded man's house was very modest.

Although modest, his home was kept in meticulous order.

As Yan Chu stepped inside, a faint scent of herbs greeted her. She noticed a few esoteric Taoist ritual instruments placed in the corner of the room, though, naturally, these were hardly top-tier items.

The Yamaguchi Syndicate expressed its willingness to provide comprehensive military support for this assault, which convinced Dayuan that the chances of success for this operation were exceedingly high, leading them to make the decision without any hesitation.

Early the next morning, the group gathered at the agreed-upon time and headed down to the first floor for a lavish buffet breakfast. To their surprise, however, they caught sight of an unexpected figure—Bian Chang, who had previously fled after being subjected to a curse.

Seeing the rebel Wang Qing leading a band of rebel soldiers approaching, Zhu Wu hurriedly waved the red flag in his hand. Upon seeing the red flag flutter in the center, the entire army immediately shifted their formations in unison.

Had she been able to discern the squad leader's inner thoughts, she would not have had to wait here in such agony; instead, she would have instantly guessed what was on the leader's mind and then offered her own perspectives on the matter. Yet, as things stood, she had no inkling of what the leader was thinking and could only wait to be told.

"Although the maid who brought the message kept it discreet, Fan Lu stated that she came from the Duke of Ying's estate. After making discreet inquiries in the mistress's courtyard, this humble servant discovered that the maid is none other than Jinxin, the personal attendant of the Duchess of Ying!" Mother Fan detailed carefully, her tone naturally carrying a profound and meaningful undertone.

The Old Dowager was no longer of any use, and Jingwan's only remaining reliance was Xu Zhaokuan. Should she incur Xu Zhaokuan's hatred, she would find herself even more besieged on all sides. Terrified and furious, her lips trembled slightly, drained of all color, yet she dared not voice any further objection.

Hearing this, Feng Xi, Xing Zheng, and Wei Zhong led their respective divisions of troops to intercept the ambush forces from the left, right, and rear.

Given such extraordinary honor despite being a hostage, Madam Huang was both startled and overjoyed, and hurriedly instructed the servants to prepare a room for Tao Zhaohua.

The blond ruffian certainly did not believe the owner of the phone was her friend; his sole concern was the girl's figure and looks, weighing whether it was worth taking the risk to violate her.

Watching Luo Yu finish comforting herself and instantly transform into a frantic, nagging mother scolding an unfilial child, Meng Hongchen, despite her earlier anxieties, could hardly suppress a chuckle.

One of the middle-aged men possessed a formidable and robust physique, with bulging muscles across his limbs, a fierce-looking face, thick eyebrows, and large eyes, giving off an intensely aggressive aura. He wore a long-sleeved cloth tunic and black martial artist trousers, and he was none other than You Lingjie from the Postu Village.

Even things that appear lifeless possess life created by the Creator, for all things in the universe possess a spirit.

"You've stopped forcing me to call you elder sister every single day, haha—" Pei Dean laughed heartily, as carefree as the open sea and sky, perfectly revealing his nature as a bright and sunny young man.

The next day, the three of them went to the hospital bright and early to pick up Xia Yuan, took her to school to complete her enrollment, and then headed straight for the Patricks auction.

"Put the old fox down; this fox is never going to fall for the trick," Shangguan Xiong whispered to me.

Upon recognizing the old man's face, Tiansheng couldn't help but be startled. Wasn't this the very same mysterious old man who had gifted him the Blue Lightning Hanzheng Sword at the Hualong Fencing Club that day?

With every punch that landed, Jiang Rao felt the force behind it double. After the third blow, he found himself barely able to withstand the impact and was forced to raise both hands in defense.

Before that phantom image manifested on Tiansheng, Buddhist masters like Venerable Tanyun could still divine his future; but now that the phantom had appeared, everything was completely different.

I managed to cross the Bridge of Ghosts, but the price was far too heavy. Roumanyu sacrificed her soul to the evil spirits, trading her own chance at survival to give it to me.