Chapter 52

(1/3)

To avoid wasting time that could be spent cultivating, ever since she entered the Foundation Establishment Realm and no longer needed food, she had not indulged in a single delicacy.

Qin Qing ignored him. The Soul-Locking Chain hooked around the second-floor railing, and she flew to the ghost cultivator, kicked him down, then came down hard with a foot on his chest.

A massive vortex appeared above Youmu. A Bu Si and the Joy Machine were drawn into it as well.

With such a catastrophe at the Drunken Spring House, not one of the three Pacification Commissioners of the Insect-Catching Bureau could be seen. Nor had either of the two fourth-rank Deputy Commanders appeared.

“By the way, Junior Sister Ning Meng, you didn’t come to see me tonight just to chat, did you?” Qin Yu asked bluntly.

The terrifying flames continued to erupt, gathering into an unimaginable blaze, like a live volcano on the verge of exploding.

“…” Xie Ningjun had never expected Xie Zhiyu to come straight out with that. She had thought up all sorts of things to argue about, but now she could not bring herself to argue at all.

The Shangguan family and the Lei family were at odds. If their young master entered the other family’s territory and something suddenly happened to him, they would have no way to explain it when they returned.

The finest Wuyan tea was a peerless specialty of Southern Wu, so scarce that no price could secure it. The tea estate belonged directly to the Wu ruler’s imperial household. Each year, most of the harvested and roasted tea was sent to the palace, while the ruler kept a small portion to bestow upon his ministers and eminent monks.

Would the empire acknowledge the identity of someone who had appeared out of nowhere, claiming descent from the First Emperor?

Using the Blood Gu Puppet Art to brainwash the Slave King had gone more smoothly than Zhou An had imagined. Princess Yunjing was also a capable woman. She seemed quirky, mischievous, and lively, and at times impulsive and overbearing.

“Shut up, you little brother who hasn’t even married or had a kid…” the other man snapped back, looking thoroughly disdainful. His eyes were like those of someone staring at a brat who hadn’t even grown his first whiskers.

(2/3)

A thought crossed her mind. Gu Qin was about to speak again when Mu Wanqiu said, “…This concerns the distribution of the Li family’s profits. I’m afraid even Master Gu can’t decide it.” Her heart roiled like tea boiling in a kettle, yet her expression remained as calm as still water.

In truth, Daoist Ju and Daoist Duo had not come from the same sect. Daoist Ju was from a great sect on a life-bearing planet in a distant star system, while Daoist Duo was an Nascent Soul elder of a mid-sized sect on Suqiong Star, near the Meteorite Sea.

All of this had formed his experience in this world, during this cycle of rebirth. Not everything had gone smoothly, and not every moment had been good. From time to time, things had happened that left his head aching and his thoughts in a muddle. But even so, he did not want to forget any of it.

Two more attackers joined the fray. Their spears and halberds came down together, keen and coldly gleaming, piercing the air and aimed straight at Qin Chuan’s vital points.

Only when the old man spoke did everyone remember the existence of the “honored guests” in the private rooms. They all turned their gazes toward Room Ten, privately wondering who might be inside.

Someone shouted something. At the sound, the others looked over and all wore strikingly expressive looks.

After thinking it over, Yan Xi no longer spared Lin Yu a glance. She composed herself and resumed refining her pill.

“Senior Shang, we can reminisce another time. Do you know where Tian Xie is?” Su Chen asked hurriedly.

Chen Jin rode a rare, snow-white unicorn presented by the elves, carrying Qing Luo, who seemed to be asleep, in his arms. A squad of elven guards escorted him as he proceeded at a measured pace.

As soon as the words left his mouth, the red-glowing demon beast let out a shriek like the cry of a bird.

Yi Qin screamed. As terror and despair overcame him, Su Chen raised the True Dragon Sword and cut off his head.

“Can’t keep up, can’t keep up. You’re way too good!” Yun Hao answered with an air of complete sincerity. But why did those words sound so perfunctory to everyone listening? Even if you couldn’t keep up, you had a stock-market guru right there beside you!

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Right now, I need some quiet. I have to sort out my thoughts properly, so I don’t make another mistake at some critical moment.

But it was the middle of the night, with mountain winds howling and wolves and ghosts crying out. However captivating her smile might have been, against the surrounding scene it could not stir anyone’s heart. Instead, it raised an inexplicable chill.

Especially that clearing where they had parted ways with Tank and the others. Damn, weren’t they afraid they’d get lost when they woke up and went looking for a bathroom?

Cai Fengyang had not expected the gap between himself and Ye Tian to be so vast. But that only made him more excited. He had been obsessed with martial arts all his life and hoped to meet someone worthy of his respect, so he could have a proper fight.

For this reason, countless powerful dragon-kind had visited this place, but none of them had been able to comprehend its mysteries, and they had all eventually given up. Only the Dragon Emperor of old and a handful of others had managed to grasp it completely.

Come to think of it, why hadn’t he considered that when he was with Wang Manteng?

“Hello, Mr. Zhang,” Xiang Yang said politely to the middle-aged man in the trench coat. He glanced at the thin driver in confusion, racking his brain but unable to remember when they had met. Why had Mr. Li said there was no need for an introduction?

Shen Menglai was hurrying to make a phone call instead of rushing home or treating her wound because she knew her mother was waiting to hear from her, and that mattered more than anything else.