Chapter 150: Sun Qiaoqiao

However, the wholesale business had its drawbacks, chiefly the difficulty in managing inventory; stocking too much could lead to surplus, while insufficient stock risked running out of goods.

Fortunately, both the cassette tape and tape recorder markets were still in their developmental stages. Moreover, the albums Jiang Butong selected featured the year’s hottest hits. Essentially, no matter how many tapes Wang Yun stocked, they sold swiftly.

When Jiang Butong and Wang Yun arrived at the Qingfeng Tower Restaurant, Zhou Jian...

Yiyan’s face bore a ferocious grin, though his shoulder had been blown open by a massive wound. His armor, usually impervious even to the hardened Leili’s attacks, was now reduced to mere flecks of golden metal clinging to his body. His left arm had vanished entirely at the elbow, and his lower limbs lay shattered and broken.

Ha! So this is Yue Wuhen? The indomitable leader of the Asura Sect? Now, stripped of his godlike form and tasting the love and hate of the mortal realm, he appeared fragile and helpless.

“Ruolan, I told you, never say ‘sorry’ to me,” Si Mufeng said with a smile, shaking his head gently. His love for Mei Ruolan was deep, and with it came respect.

Yu Xin shoved Leili sharply. “How should I speak? You question my words? Every time you go out, you’re cozying up to someone new. When will it end?” Yu Xin’s anger flared.

After tea, the two retired to rest. Those two snakes, watching them climb into bed, coiled together at the foot, guarding their owners.

Even in the ruins of Wind City, many stones were swept up by the battle spirit storm, colliding midair and turning to dust.

The Purple Bamboo Forest remained dimly lit. Beneath a silver mask, sharp glints flickered. A middle-aged man stood with his hands behind his back.

“At this point, I have no choice but to gamble everything,” Xiao Rang gritted his teeth as his body stiffened. He plucked a single strand of hair from his head and cast it into the sea of blood—a secret weapon left by Ma Pengxi after breaking free from the Chaos Dust within the Scattered Cultivators’ Alliance.

From the plate came intermittent clinks as blood-stained shards fell. Bai Xiajin returned with cigarettes and caught sight of Weiwei tending to her wounds, her shoulder half-bared. Her face warmed, her heart pounding wildly.

Qiu Shaoze offered a bitter smile and turned away. As long as he could protect the one he loved, nothing else mattered.

The shop assistant, seemingly accustomed to such scenes, merely smiled faintly, ignoring An Yining’s discomfort as if it were invisible.

“Don’t you feel the air brimming with the scent of freedom?” Ye Chenzhou breathed deeply, his expression one of serene contentment.

No rational person would provoke such a formidable being. Even a powerful faction would never dare such folly.

Lin Hao’s gaze was as cold and sharp as a blade as he looked at the chief disciple, his heart utterly devoid of emotion.

In a mere moment, the white light and soul power dissipated. The four colossal divine beast statues still stood, but the three figures once nestled among them had vanished without a trace.

From that day forward, the two great sects were expunged from the seventy-two sects of Ghost Head Ridge. As for Ye Han, he rose to fame in a single battle.

Compared to the monstrous beasts, humanity was indeed frail. Some beasts, even at birth, possessed immense power, reaching frightening levels like the Seven-Star or Eight-Desolation Realms. Humans, however, must rely on cultivation, advancing step by step toward the future.

Luo You agreed immediately, and the ten Senluo beasts, each possessing pseudo-Reincarnation level strength, did not refuse.

Lan Yan, angered that the second lash missed and scattered her favorite flowers, became even more furious, lashing her whip toward Xia Mo.

There was no need for words; Xiao Yifeng directly kissed Wang Miaomiao, their flames intertwining once more.