Chapter 23: In a Bad Mood

Although most of the Chen family’s enforcers were merely martial artists of the acquired realm, when such a group brandished machetes and charged at him, Xu Yang could not help but feel a suffocating wave of murderous intent pressing down on him. Schemes and lies had failed; Xu Yang knew that at this moment, there was no way to rely on clever tricks to break free from the situation. What was needed now was cold, hard steel...

Shen Juan, already wearing his sunglasses, remained as calm and expressionless as ever, accepting everything that happened with composure. Yet what truly went on in his mind, only he knew.

On this day, Xuanling was meditating and reciting scriptures, but he found it difficult to settle his mind. He was still troubled about how to contact Shi Yuan and inform him of the bad news. The thought of those disappointed villagers filled him with unease.

“So what, have you regretted it? There’s no use in that. Since you agreed, there’s no going back,” the black goat mocked. Shouting, he swung the mop like a windmill, sending not yet solidified, sticky filth splattering in all directions.

Fortunately, Shi An’an’s spiritual power was gradually recovering. She used her energy to nourish her body, slowly regaining her health. Yet, lacking even the basics, and unable to clearly see the faces of the ghosts—he could only perceive them thanks to the spiritual sight Bai Dian had awakened in him. Each person’s constitution was different; the power that allowed Bai Dian to see the ghosts’ faces clearly could not let Chen Feifan see them as distinctly.

This surge of thunder and wind did not stem from his true strength, but rather from the power of the Momentary Formless Sword Technique. After comprehending the laws of heaven and earth, he had indeed been curious, especially since he felt no change afterward. A small number of computers replaced “Transparent World,” and the effect was even more pronounced than “Transparent World.”

Could it be that the company had sunk so low that it now bought blatantly obvious, KPI-padding trending topics? Everyone nodded; if this really happened to them, they would hardly believe it was mere coincidence.

“Tsk tsk! The world of medicine is truly extraordinary—these herbs here are as common as turnips and cabbages.” Even Yan Cheng, experienced as he was, could not help but praise the sight of so many medicinal ingredients, a hint of envy in his tone.

Didn’t the words of the Dragon God turn out to be lies? At the very least, this moment—Chi Shuang’s point—had likely been foreseen by the various diviners long ago. The deep, furious roar spread swiftly, echoing for hundreds of miles before it finally faded away. Otherwise, such herbs would never survive a thousand years; they would either be dug up or eaten by wild beasts in the remote mountains.

Chen Yang wanted to build a city, but it could not be done in such a place; otherwise, he would be violating the laws of the Yanlong Empire.

“Yes, we’ll trouble the Divine Doctor Su,” Zhuge Yu said, eager for Su Ming to treat her husband but unwilling to seem overly anxious.

After speaking, Su Ming cast an invisibility spell over himself and Xu Beirong, walked out of the room, and closed the private room door behind him. The physician looked at Jialan in disbelief—he hadn’t even seen how Jialan had made his move. Nor had the other doctors, who stared wide-eyed, not having blinked throughout.

“I’m fine, everyone, don’t worry. Let’s not bring this up again, lest we harm the harmony between us!” With Liao Chuhong still by his side and his head in a daze, Zhang Chao would never admit there was anything wrong.

However, he was now a bit troubled; those people seemed determined to get both him and his sister, and it likely would not be long before they tracked them down.

“It’s nothing. Just... just remember what your big brother said.” Brother Meng, looking grave, quickly turned his head and pulled the blanket over himself.

“Very well, then tell us what kind of cooperation you want with us.” Roger completely ignored the resentful gaze of the demon god Mephisto and asked coldly.

Watching as the yellow-green dragon breath’s corrosive spray gradually overwhelmed the dark surge, pushing the meeting point of the two energies ever closer to himself, Mephisto’s eyes grew increasingly anxious.