Chapter 78: Each Finds Their Own Peace

As soon as Su Jinyuan heard this, he was overjoyed. "That’s wonderful."

"The details can be discussed with my assistant later."

Su Jinyuan nodded repeatedly. "Alright, in a couple of days I’ll go to Xu’s Group myself."

Wen Caiqing and Su Yi, standing by, were both delighted as well.

Especially...

The Violet Ink Shield locked onto the Celestial Glutton. Countless skeletons and violet lightning crackled and struck the Celestial Glutton’s body.

How utterly heartless—his own son racks up gambling debts, yet he wants to sell off someone else’s shop, even contemplating selling their maid.

Seeing Jiang Yuan still in her bathrobe, Luke pulled out a T-shirt. "Wear my clothes tonight." He handed the T-shirt to her.

Well... he’s not wrong. I really didn’t ask him, because I never expected he would know so much.

"In short, everything now depends on you, my fellow Daoists. I hope we can all work together to make True Martial Peak even better, to produce more high-level Daoists, and allow our peak to stand out among all. For this, I am deeply grateful!" Paul cupped his fists and bowed.

As for the third stage, Vermilion Bird Phoenix Flame, it was a legendary existence—no one had cultivated to that level yet.

A long sigh sounded, like an old man at death’s door, or a lonely elder lamenting the solitude of the world.

Li Ming had been a doctor all his life but had never encountered such a violently beating pulse. The old physician was utterly stunned.

Liu Anli was not annoyed, merely looked at Qi Zheng with a mischievous smile and said, "No matter whom you seek, you’ll always find my people. Let’s see who can outwit whom." With that, he returned to his seat and closed his eyes.

Paul was still trying to make sense of things when suddenly black clouds surged across the sky, thick and oppressive, blanketing the whole land. Terrifying, grim faces flickered and danced, spreading outward, each layer pressing down heavier on the autumn rain and bleak wind.

Thus, when Yu Qingyao learned of her mother’s death six months later and tried to uncover the truth, all clues had long since vanished. The connections that should have been severed were cut by Consort Hui and her allies, leaving not even a trace of where Mu Tianhua was buried.

Because he had gone to the “Meteor Squad” base for discussions, he missed the e-sports club’s tryouts this time. Yet the name “Xiao Jue” was not unfamiliar to him.

When Huang Ligong and Cang Yu appeared, Hai Aqing felt no joy. At that moment, several domains had locked onto her. It was as if the laws around her had turned into a vast cage, binding her tightly, and then a giant hand reached out from the void.

The moment Dreamseeker appeared, she sensed it immediately. This great mother gazed at the ethereal young man, and tears streamed down her face like a torrential flood.

Seeing Xu Fang’s expression so genuine, Cui Yao’s heart pounded. She flipped through a few more photos, and upon spotting those beautiful feathers, she exclaimed, "Even pheasant feathers vary in quality. The farmed ones are usually duller and rougher—hardly ever as vibrant as in these photos."

"I drove here, so it’s no trouble. Just give me the address, I’ll come find you directly," Xu Fang insisted, not wanting to inconvenience anyone.

Tang Li hated Su Meng, but Su Meng was dead. Now, seeing “Violet Lily,” she poured all her resentment onto her instead.

Everyone turned their eyes to the auction block, but there was little reaction. No one seemed to care about the spiritual crystals at all. Marshal Long Lei’s gaze swept the other rooms on the second floor; then, with a calm expression, he picked up a pastry and began to eat.

Even though Li Yuanfang had warned them beforehand, as Liu Yan’s deductions drew closer to the real heart of the matter, Black Panther couldn’t help but quietly slip the iron claw over his fingers beneath his belt. His eyes glinted with ferocity—if there was the slightest disturbance, he would strike to kill.