Chapter 111: The Massive Stabbing Incident

Ye Feng hauled the rice and oil upstairs and collapsed onto the sofa. It was truly exhausting work; if not for his robust constitution, few could withstand such a strenuous ordeal. Bai Yi, her cheeks flushed, poured him a glass of water. Ye Feng took a few sips and remarked, "Teacher, you are the one who truly needs hydration; you lost quite a bit of moisture just now." "How annoying! You are not allowed to tease me!" Bai Yi retorted.

All energies converged into one, and in the end, only a thick yet translucent gray aura coiled around Wangxiang.

The youth wore a voluminous cloak and cradled a staff identical to the one held by the Zither Maiden. He was Hayumi, the spirit-man who had led the adventurers in their crusade against the demon race a few days prior.

Hong Kun was still a man of loyalty, yet he suddenly felt a sense of dread at his own thoughts—how could he harbor such intentions? Shaking his head, he returned to his day’s work, beginning to brainstorm ways to help Helen prosper.

Zete glanced at Feya beside him, feeling an inexplicable wave of nausea rising within him. The scent of "desire" emanating from Feya was growing increasingly potent, lingering heavily in the air.

"Those are merely ordinary villages. You couldn't even take down such defenseless people, so don't bother thinking about anything else." As Fang Qiang spoke, he made subtle hand gestures behind his back, signaling the able-bodied men of the tribe to cover the retreat of others when the inevitable clash began.

He seemed to be in a great hurry, checking his watch repeatedly as he walked toward the roadside, waving at passing taxis.

At this moment, the people of Cheng Village fell into an uneasy silence. They had long known that Cheng Gang was up to no good; relying on his brother-in-law, who served as a registrar at the county yamen, he had always acted with impunity, bullying the local populace.

Unlike the scoundrels like Qing Yuanzhu, they had intended to work honestly from the moment they boarded the ship seeking help, and so Lady Xingxi did not mistreat them. A powerful figure who had long held a position of authority, Lady Xingxi understood the importance of clear rewards and punishments.

The Purple Garden Bamboo required no refinement; one simply had to channel spiritual energy into it to engage an enemy. Once a target was locked, it would use its bamboo leaves as weapons to ensnare the opponent.

The Wind-Thunder Sect had experience in leading groups to purge "martial arts demons," and Chen Buting was a veteran at such tasks. Kang Qianfeng rolled his eyes, knowing that few people understood the full story and even fewer would speak up for the Jiang family. However, Ren Chenguang's words were clearly leaning toward the Jiangs, and he could not be allowed to continue.

In the desolate lands of the Wild Province, sand still whipped through the air under the scorching sun, yet Feng Qi was breaking out in a cold sweat.

Qin E could not have been happier to hear this, but at that very moment, she heard the crisp, clear voice of a child outside the door.

Qi Yao ran into her room, suddenly feeling a wave of nausea and acid churning in her stomach. Remembering there were still some pickled plums left in the house, she headed to the inner chamber, intending to eat a few to settle her stomach.

As Situ Xiumin gazed at Chu Yan—his chiseled features, high nose bridge, long eyelashes, and those clear, charming phoenix eyes—she felt her soul instantly ensnared.

Thinking of this, Aunt Wang and the others felt a surge of indignation, and the harsh words began to flow one after another.

At this thought, Qin Ninghe looked up, her expression filled with murderous intent, before sighing heavily. Her pretty face flushed as she looked at the Taiyi Golden Water Orb floating before her and poked it forcefully.

That day, Mo Ninghong killed the man who had molested the young girl. He walked over, intending to place a restriction upon the youth.

The Tai-Shu Sword Sect had prepared many methods for transport—Giant Spirit Demon Talismans, Myriad Beast Pens, and the like—yet they could not budge the demon dragon's body in the slightest. The group was suddenly in a predicament, feeling deeply embarrassed as they sensed the disciples of the other two sects watching them like a joke.

"Big sister, look, I told you! He wants to take all three of us sisters for himself!" Liu Yue'er said solemnly.

Qin E retreated into a corner, feeling extremely anxious. Only when she felt the other party’s tone soften slightly did she relax her guard, tentatively stepping forward to take a seat.