Chapter 55: Sending a Letter

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Teacher Gao had gone mad. He kicked one of the henchmen to the ground, then swung the blunt end of a fire axe down at him.

The reason was simple: a few scraps of conversation from the dyed-blond men beside him had happened to reach his ears.

Wang Dao kept walking. As he neared the castle gates, the heavy doors swung open, revealing a figure astride a skeletal horse.

But now the script had changed. The person they had set out to kill had suddenly become someone capable of killing every one of them.

It had to be said that, back when he had reached the eighth level of Sword Profundity, Qin Lang had wielded it with effortless ease. Now, though, he could barely control it. That alone showed just how immensely its power had increased.

At that moment, Song Kai understood, too: at least Sun Guangtao wasn’t a hypocritical old man. That was enough.

Seeing that Feike Chen had set up a barrier of true fire, Chen Fang took the dragon egg out of his Ring of Sumeru and set it on the ground.

Chen Fang was seeing stars from the blows, his cheeks swollen and bruised. When Li Yang had finished slapping him ten times, Chen Fang spat out ten teeth along with a mouthful of blood.

The water dolls looked terrifying, but their cultivation was clearly inferior to that of the Clay Bodhisattva. Once they realized they were bound, their faces twisted with rage. Viscous black liquid oozed from their bodies as they struggled desperately to break free, even biting at the “ropes.”

And in that moment, I finally understood that my eldest brother hadn’t looked down on the martial arts of the Tianyuan Continent, nor was he so stubborn that he meant to pursue a single path to the bitter end. He was a man with a plan, a man who had everything under control.

After finishing all the wine, he let out a pained burp, then rushed frantically out the door. Who knew whether he was looking for a restroom or planning to collapse and die by the roadside?

After days of ceaseless toil, Long Yang let out a long, heavy breath when he heard the words “peachwood talisman” again.

Qin Hao said, “That ancient scripture is rather unusual. It’s hidden in Jiang Ziya’s tomb, guarded by a fierce tiger. Even Xiao Zhan couldn’t take it from the tiger’s jaws.”

He had expected there to be a lot of money inside, but most of it turned out to be small-denomination bills. Once they had added up to a hundred, they handed the lot over to Zhang Cheng.

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It was precisely because this lacquerware was so hard that it also had another quality: it was relatively resilient.

He simply wore too many clothes. He wasn’t even that old, yet he insisted on dressing in all those gaudy outfits meant for old people.

So although she knew Di Xin was powerful, she had never thought the three of them could take on seven Second-Realm experts.

It didn’t seem to help much. He ran a fever for several days straight. Eventually, after hearing some folk remedy from who knew where, he stripped to the waist and stood in the snow for an entire day and night, in the bitter depths of winter.

Persistence paid off. The search had taken a whole year—so long that even Di Xin had nearly given up hope. But after combing through his consciousness over and over, he finally found the crashed system hidden in a secret corner of his mind.

Not only that, even the memories of Jasmine that had been altered by the “Common Sense Glove” were restoring themselves automatically.

He knelt there for almost an entire day. By the time the next morning’s court session was about to begin, he still hadn’t managed to return.

The Crown Prince stared blankly, instinctively looking toward the seat of honor. Xiao Wujiang sat on the dragon throne with his eyes half-lidded, his feelings impossible to read. The Crown Prince couldn’t help growing tense.

The two trusted aides beside him were even more rattled. So they hadn’t chased Ye Qing to use him as leverage against the authorities—there was a deadly grudge between them.

For the next two hours, Shen Qingqing stayed in her room cultivating, making the most of every moment.

“I tried to look into it, but I’ve been completely shut out of those circles now. Besides, I never had much of a connection with the Sun Trading Company to begin with. I’m sorry.” Nino sighed and shook his head.

“All right, all right!” Yue Niang nodded, then escorted Qin Ye to the door, her face full of contentment and delight.

When she took a closer sniff, she caught a faint fragrance. Shen Qingqing closed her eyes and savored the moment.

He ate and drank for free every day. Anyone with even a shred of conscience would feel guilty about it, no matter how assertive they were.

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She cultivated immortality. The unclean things were nothing more than demons and monsters. If she could beat them, she could simply capture them.

“Fine, then.” The rich second-generation heir tossed aside the showerhead, slipped his phone into the pocket of his bathrobe, and sauntered into the bedroom. He leaned against the broad, luxurious bed and crossed his legs, his right foot dangling and swinging in the air.

Blushing, Ning Shuang’er hurriedly took a folding screen from her storage ring and set it up around Wen Qingwan to shield her from view.

Liu Qingqing changed her clothes, gathered her things, and went downstairs to the bike shed to fetch her bicycle. As she walked along the road, she heard a car honking behind her. It was Ma Yiming again, of course.

Liu Qingqing was afraid the orange monster’s whereabouts would be exposed. It might set off a worldwide hunt for aliens and draw an attack from the “Cosmic Guardian Corps.”

The enormous silvery-white tail swept across with berserk force, crashing down in a move that could sweep away a thousand armies. Luo Chenhao, however, slipped lightly aside and dodged its razor-sharp strike.

Jiang Wan sprang up and landed lightly on the wall behind her. She crouched there, intending to watch for a while.

In an instant, the Tier Five Wind Wolf froze in place, its eyes clouded with confusion. The next moment, a streak of blue-black flame burst out and struck the Tier Five beast.

Ma Qianli had always had plenty of friends; wherever he went, he was bound to run into a few. Since they’d met, and the other party admired his reputation and wanted his help, Ma Qianli was happy to oblige.

All the ache Liu Qingqing had buried deep inside welled up at once, surging like a floodtide, rivers running backward—unstoppable.

Just hearing the opening remarks made him drowsy. He never once looked up at the stage, and before the first item had even been up for auction for ten minutes, he left despite Cheng Yuxi’s attempts to stop him.

At that moment, several miles away, in a mountain cave, Ji Yuan was watching it all with her spiritual sense. Seeing Li Yang face more than a dozen Golden Immortals while the people behind him panicked, she let a faint smile touch her lips.