Eira looked at Megan and said coldly, "Are you surprised? When Master gave you the Immortal Pure Scripture, he deliberately kept a few formulas from you to prevent you from being fickle-minded. The Immortal Pure Scripture you cultivated is incomplete, unlike the one I just performed." 'What?' Megan shuddered after she heard Eira's words; it was as if she got slapped by an invisible hand. Her face was extremely pale. The next second, Megan snapped back to her senses and shook her head in disbelief; she said, "No... it's impossible..." 'Eira must be lying to mess with my mind.' Megan thought as she bit her lips. Then, she yelled, "Evil b*tch! Stop talking nonsense! Go to hell!" Megan clenched her long sword tightly before she thrust it at Eira. The long sword evolved into a spiritual serpent as it charged toward Eira. Eira did not panic at all. She was ready to parry the attack. Clang… Clang… Clang… Megan's and Eira's long swords collided with each other; it made loud

Megan had not wanted to spoil her relationship with Ambrose. After all, Ambrose was a prince with a respectable social status. However, Megan could not be bothered as he had turned against her for the sake of Eira. "Megan!" Eira said coldly, "It's alright if you can't let me off. This is Emei Sect's private matter, and it has nothing to do with Brother Ambrose. Let him go, and I'll be at your disposal." Eira glanced at Ambrose when she said that; she looked worried and heartbroken. She had been surprised to see Ambrose there. Then, she realized that he had fallen into Megan's trap because he was trying to save her mother. Besides, Ambrose even took a blow from Fanny just to save her. Eira felt distressed when she thought of Ambrose's sacrifices. At the same time, she knew that she had fallen into Megan's hands because she was not as skillful. However, she vowed that she would not involve Ambrose in her private matters. "B*tch, what qualifications do you have to negotiate t

Megan went straight to the dungeon after she left the hall. As soon as she entered the dungeon, she saw Aurora in the cell; she was resting with her eyes closed. "Tsk... tsk... tsk..." Megan's mouth curled as she mocked him. "So calm. Aurora, let me tell you a piece of good news. Your daughter is here to save you." Aurora heard Megan; she opened her eyes to stare at Megan, but she did not speak. "There's another bad news, unfortunately." Megan looked smug. Then, she continued very leisurely. "I did not only catch her, but I also locked her with Ambrose." Aurora could not contain her anger. She sprang to her feet and shouted, "Megan, you ungrateful disciple! What do you want to do?" Aurora sounded firm and aloof, but she felt uneasy. Ambrose, who was also Darryl's child, was locked up with Eira. Megan did that deliberately; she must have some ill intentions up her sleeve. Megan walked to the iron fence slowly. "As far as I know, Ambrose is Darryl and Monica's child. He

'I'm never wrong at reading people. Jade is not only beautiful, but she is also a great businesswoman with strong business acumen. In just a few years, she has grown the business this much.' Whoa! Chang Er, who was next to him, saw those supercars. Her eyes instantly widened, and they shone with a strange luster. There were so many cars, and they were all very stylish and cool. Chang Er had thought that the vehicles looked roughly the same, but she knew she was wrong when she saw those supercars. Despite her excitement, she wore an indifferent look because of her identity. Darryl looked at cars, and he quickly became uninterested. Even though there were quite a number of supercars, Darryl thought it was boring because none of them was a limited edition. What? Suddenly, Darryl's eyes landed on the platform outside the square's second floor; his eyes lit up. He saw a helicopter parked on the platform. The red and blue paint glimmered under the brilliant sun. It looke

‘This brat dressed like a hillbilly. Why would the lady hire him as her driver? How did I miss that clue?’ ‘This is a helicopter. If this brat can't afford to pay for it, then I might not be able to keep my job too. Oh, dear! They might hold me responsible for it.’ The security guard was in distress as he pondered that; he wanted to cry. He shouted at Darryl, "Don't you dare run away. If you don't pay for the damages, then you’ll have to work here to pay off your debts." "Who said anything about running away?" Darryl replied quizzically. ‘It’s just a helicopter. Why would I run?’ Pitter-patter… The commotion on the platform had attracted a crowd. "What happened?" Soon, a few people walked out of the crowd—they were staff at the mall. The leader was a well-dressed man, and he looked imposing. He was probably only about 25 years old; he was Chas Turner—the mall’s owner. Chas’ family, the Turner family, was quite influential in Rich Cloud City. They had businesses in