Chapter 125: Buying a Villa

Ye Feng’s days of leisure came to an abrupt end. He had intended to play the invalid for a couple more days, but Xia Ling saw through his charade, leaving him with no choice but to be discharged. Finally, one week after his admission, Ye Feng left the hospital. The scene was quite spectacular; many from the amusement park showed up, and Hong Tian and his group came to pick him up as well, though Man Yunyun and Xia Ling were notably absent. Ye Feng knew, however, that they were the ones who had worked the hardest. Once he had recovered, he spent his time wandering about aimlessly for a long while...

Xiong Tianming felt a pang of bitterness in his heart, realizing that Su Yang intended to make an exorbitant demand. Yet, even so, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and play along with Su Yang’s words.

However, after the initial grief came lingering sorrow. Inside the war tent, even the usually optimistic Prince Zi Hao wore a sullen face and mournful eyes in the wake of their crushing defeat.

As Binosi cast her spell, a massive meteor suddenly appeared in the sky, hurtling directly toward Su Yang’s position. Locked in place by Binosi’s psychic energy, Su Yang could only watch helplessly as the meteor plummeted toward him.

"Die! Die!" Zhang Ye pushed the speed of his Li-Guang technique to the limit. In a mere second, he vanished and reappeared; the tooth was long gone, not even a speck of ash remained, let alone a soul. It was the most absolute erasure imaginable.

He noticed a leaderboard, where one could claim rewards based on their ranking, as well as their tier. Ranking rewards were distributed every one hundred thousand years, while tier rewards were one-time bonuses.

Shen Ke, standing to the side, watched with growing anxiety, biting her lip and hanging her head in silence.

Suddenly, the dark clouds in the sky shifted instantly, turning a fiery red. The surrounding temperature soared, and white mist rose from the surface of the sea as the water began to evaporate. Ning Yue frowned; this heavenly tribulation was clearly intending to bypass the remaining lightning strikes and descend directly as heavenly fire.

Returning to his senses from within his sea of consciousness, Su Yang slowly opened his eyes. Seeing a basket of soft, fragrant black bread on his nightstand, a blissful smile appeared on his face.

"I’m only forty-seven this year, alright! Besides, my surname is Shen, you can call me Uncle Shen!" the Chief of Staff said with a laugh.

Many onlookers standing dozens of yards away were forced backward by the surging shockwave, their feet carving countless tracks into the solid ground before they could finally steady themselves.

Guiguzi was a peerless prodigy of the Huaxia realm. Had he not been so obsessed with mechanical arts at the expense of other cultivation techniques, the Guigu sect might well have possessed the strength to stand among the ancient clans by now.

Tang Feng’s unconventional train of thought nearly left Li Cunyun speechless, but he breathed a sigh of relief as soon as Tang Feng began discussing compensation.

Someone suggested heading to the market to settle scores with the Embroidered Uniform Guard, but another countered that after such an incident, the rogue guards had likely already been reassigned and protected by the powerful eunuch faction leader, Tian Ergeng.

He shook his head helplessly, took a sip of coffee, set it on the table, and rose to leave.

However, with Yi Jue in seclusion, it was not his turn to act as the protector—she was, after all, a rising star in whom the Spirit Plant Path had placed great expectations.

Xun Baiyu’s hands never stopped as his body retreated. Xuanyuan Kuang’s blade struck empty air, and just as he prepared to step forward in pursuit, he sensed danger and hurriedly retracted his foot. But it was a fraction too late; a spray of blood erupted as a gash appeared on Xuanyuan Kuang’s left leg, blood streaming down.

In truth, it was the arrival of the GUTS team, along with their actions and words, that provoked Obiko, forcing him to choose between departure and destruction. Ultimately, Obiko chose destruction, which led to the ensuing tragedy.

After getting the full picture, Chen Fan finally smiled, quite pleased. It was just as he had hoped: the miniature flying skiff was finished, and it was a model suitable for mass production. Although there had been technical hurdles, they had been overcome—a success owed to both Master Ou’s expertise and the black technology of the 21st century, a product of their combined strengths.