Chapter 38: The Shop

Li Chongyun was incomparably agitated, his entire body trembling; within his eyes, it seemed as if raging flames were burning. Despite having overestimated him as much as possible, he had not expected that Yao Wuliang's strength would have grown to such a terrifying degree. Hu Ye immediately understood his master's intent, explaining that he merely wished to accompany him outside to see the world and harbored no other motives.

At that moment, Su Nian'an only wanted to slap Qin Muchu. Just how rich was he? He didn't even carry cash when going out, only cards and checks! Her resentment toward the wealthy was instantly awakened, soaring to an unprecedented height. Passersby outside heard the scream and cast their gazes toward the two luxury cars parked in front of the Zhao Group, their minds involuntarily conjuring up various scenarios.

As the evening lights began to flicker, Qiu Xuan and Rong Yue strolled through the streets. The capital was incredibly prosperous; even at night, the thoroughfares remained bustling and lively. Qiu Xuan did not rush to attempt teleportation. Instead, he sat quietly, recalling the feeling of his first experience with teleportation years ago, along with the nature of spatial power. Time drifted by slowly amidst his contemplation. After an unknown duration, Qiu Xuan suddenly opened his eyes, a brilliant light flashing within them.

The entirety of Mount Shu returned to tranquility, save for the occasional stream of light from Mount Shu disciples flying through the sky on their swords. A month passed, and Jiang Tianchen’s Dominator Mercenary Group successfully advanced from the Profound grade to the Earth grade. The Ink Qilin cavalry surrounded Li Yuanji’s Hulei Leopard riders, a rolling aura of slaughter permeating the scene.

Jiang Ran and Murong Yu looked over simultaneously. Years had passed, and the contours of Murong Xuan’s brow now faintly carried traces of Murong Yu’s features. Although he had great confidence in Wu Fengwan, he also knew that the Soul Hall had invested heavily this time. If a figure like Shen Ren were to reappear and encounter her here, it would be disastrous. Murong Yu lay down gently; the pain had eased, but her image filled his mind, and he could no longer find sleep.

"Fine, everyone is immersed in their dreams. They have no curiosity about the city at four in the morning—these fellows lack all professionalism." Ning Fei sighed. Complaining was one thing, but there was no one to blame; it was simply that this situation had arisen at an inopportune time. Whether due to the former or the latter, it meant that the internal dynamics of the Gongyang School had changed. If it were the former, it meant they had abandoned the school's theory of "mutability," which was a betrayal of their own sect, not an improvement.

"Governor Cao is not a reckless man; this condition should satisfy him," Guo Jia replied with a nod after some thought.

The day before the train docked, Lin Hao ceased his training. He tapped his wristwatch and reviewed his latest physical data. Did he not realize this was a restaurant? Most people were eating here; was he unaware that his behavior was severely disrupting the diners?

Na Rishi assisted from the side, utilizing every method at his disposal, forcing the already battered Qin Shilang and his two companions to suffer injury after injury. In the end, they were facing two renowned warriors; even by joining forces, they were no match for them at the same level of cultivation.

"Heh, whose disciple has succeeded in star-gazing?" In the grand hall, a middle-aged man in red robes slowly opened his eyes and chuckled.

As soon as Feng Wushuang stepped off the carriage, he saw a plaque hanging on the picket fence gate. The words "Humble Abode" were written upon it in bold, vigorous strokes, commanding immediate respect! Though Feng Wushuang stood beside Long Feiyun, holding his hand tightly, her palms were instantly slick with cold sweat. She stared at him in horror, her eyes filled with confusion and doubt.

Yingjun and Lin Ruoxi engaged in combat in the water using various difficult postures—all proposed by the shameless lecher Yingjun, while Lin Ruoxi merely bore them passively. But Situ Haoyu no longer heeded his wails, turning and entering the room, followed shortly by Gao Yixuan.

Cao Cao, who had been observing from the side, felt a stir in his heart. He gestured to the others and followed the path where the soil was disturbed. Before long, the arched soil came to an end, leading to shattered human figurines, with sand and gravel becoming more prominent in the surrounding mud. Xiao Chengfeng fought to suppress his laughter. Watching him spout nonsense with such solemnity, he found it inexplicably interesting—extremely interesting, in fact.

Usually, whenever the temple needed money, Hao Zhendong would provide a small sum, which was more than enough for the monks to purchase their daily necessities.

In an instant, jealousy flickered in the eyes of most people in the department, followed immediately by looks of schadenfreude. Those who were more obvious let out a cold snort and turned away, while the more subtle ones offered hypocritical grins before returning to their work.

Xie Bi had just reached the railing when he saw the courtyard crowded with people, each of them looking terrified, as if they had seen a ghost. If the man in the long robe was Ying Zheng, then the injured man must be Gao Jianli. Viewed in that light, Gao Jianli’s shock was perfectly natural. He had intended to kill Ying Zheng, yet now, Ying Zheng had actually saved him—was this some colossal joke?

Thinking of this, Shen Lang could not help but shake his head and smile. They were in the middle of a competition; how had he suddenly started thinking of the half-saint in white, Zhang Tingwan?

An Ran’s eyes were filled with sorrow. She did not know how to face Chen Hui or Yunyun; she did not know if life could ever return to normal. Fang Xuexue summoned the Pale Skull, while Fang Xuan prepared his Sound-Killing Demon Blade and the Five-Prison King Cauldron, ready to respond to any emergency.

Ye Shengyin advised me not to be overly hasty, saying that firmly holding Lu Xudong was better than thinking about how to attack, but I could not swallow the resentment in my heart. In truth, she was in great discomfort, feeling hollow within, yet she endured, waiting for the young doctor’s movements.

Cheng Yaojin’s arrogance had reached its zenith, his vanity on the verge of peaking. Fang Xuan spoke a single word, and the water transformed into acid, raining down upon the Guizang Continent and causing an immediate catastrophe, with several rare medicinal fields withering instantly under the "acid rain."