Chapter 111: He Is My Brother

“Did I startle you?” Lisa laughed. “Lin, you’re so cute. You can blush over that.”

Over the next few days, classes were hectic. Aside from sleep, Lin Lu spent most of his time in the dance studio, studying the material the teacher had taught.

On the weekend, Lin Lu arranged to meet Qu Jing.

Qu Jing drove over and picked Lin Lu up from school to take him into the city...

“The head of the Qi family speaks reasonably.” Wu Tiande and Kong Qidong exchanged knowing smiles and nodded.

After those who had gone to the Testing Hall failed to find the person they wanted to see, they all swarmed into the auction house in Phantom Feather City.

Once everyone had vanished into the whirlpool, the giant dragon-shaped head lifted, circled the martial platform twice, and sank beneath the pitch-black abyss, beyond the sight of outsiders.

An alchemist below the seventh rank could not possibly do that; to say that Baili Hongzhuang, who had only just ascended, could already refine pills at the seventh rank was nothing short of fantasy.

“Many thanks, senior!” Xue Yunwei took the treasured qin and thanked him coolly, as though he did not care for the ancient treasure at all.

“A vein of Spirit-Devouring Stone—what a temptation that is,” Granny Hua said with a soft laugh, a trace of ruthlessness in her eyes. “Just for that alone, many people will want to come try their luck.”

Cracks gradually spread across the stone, and strands of even more intense golden light burst forth, making it look like a golden hedgehog. But that was not all: above the stone, a seated golden phantom slowly took shape. Its features were blurred, yet the aura it exuded overwhelmed heaven and earth, making one unable to resist the urge to bow in worship.

In the western part of the mercenary camp stood a huge courtyard, brightly lit, from which came constant laughter and roughhousing. High above the yard, a banner hung from a wooden pole, bearing the words “Sand Demon Mercenary Corps.”

Dugu Jinghua’s smile stiffened. Sure enough, she was still the kind one; the man behind her was the shameless one.

“Hahaha... one look and I can tell you’re an expert, honored customer. I wouldn’t dare boast about anything else, but my noodles are the best in Black Wind City.” The proprietor laughed happily at Gui Gui’s praise.

During the carrying, one of the boxes was knocked over in the collision between the two. Scarlet liquid spilled out, and a dead infant fell to the ground.

“I like to laugh. So what?” Sister Li sniffed haughtily. In any case, she simply refused to admit that her schadenfreude came from looking down on Teacher Zhai and thinking she was too bizarre.

So angry? Fu Shiwan was startled and tucked the silver in a little deeper before rising to her feet and looking at Gu Changfeng with complete composure.

As for his family’s only precious child’s taste, Elder Hai was highly approving. After learning who would lead this expedition from Ten Thousand Swords Sect, he immediately pulled strings behind the scenes and had his son replace the original leader, all in order to create a chance for the two of them.

In the previous ambush against Langya, Su Yang had already proven that he had a clear head and his own ideas about combat, so he began to trust Su Yang.

By then, Old Pang had found a few more. Some even dug pits to bury themselves, but because the mud had not been handled properly, it all backfired.

One should know that for countless people who longed for it but could never obtain it, that thin, ordinary business card might be the Dragon Gate leading into high society.

“Squad leader! You go first!” The lieutenant looked toward Zheng Sanpao in the veterans’ ranks and signaled for him to begin.

But now the whole plot was already in complete disarray, and the original storyline had little reference value left.

Watching the sword light slash toward him at breakneck speed, the Great Heavenly Demon threw back his head and laughed long and loud, golden flames surging all over his body.

Early autumn. The night was as still as water. The cries of cicadas faded away with the passing hours. The vast, winding cliffs and ridges lay utterly desolate, with only the occasional rustle of wind through the leaves.

The pain in his body was already something Fan Yu could endure, but what surged in the next instant was not ordinary pain—it was a tearing of the spirit.