Chapter 59: There’s Something I Want to Tell You

Although there were many factories, most were located in the suburbs, and since their families needed them to do housework, they weren’t allowed to go. Niu Guan’s lips twitched with concealed annoyance, thinking to himself, “You greedy old fellow, you won’t even agree to such a small favor.” The eccentric old man offered no explanation, simply lay back in his chair, and, somehow producing a pipe from somewhere, began to puff away leisurely, lost in his own world.

Perhaps inspired by the Clarity Tea, they searched through the sect’s various hidden realms for specialty ingredients and finally managed to concoct a Spirit-Clearing Pill. With a surge of magical power, the Seven-Treasure Gourd Whip instantly lengthened to a thousand meters, as thick as an arm, and lashed out with a mighty crack. Muttering dryly to herself, Ping Qiu, unwilling to accept things as they were, returned to her room and buried her head under the quilt, pretending to be dead.

Puya’s words held some truth. Ayi pondered them and found them reasonable. After all, Arya belonged to the ape clan—whether or not she possessed shamanic power, she would surely be able to recognize the forbidden fruit. Although Yi Ran had not been present during the events in the underground city, he was nonetheless intimately familiar with everything that had transpired.

If people from other sects were to witness their embarrassment, Miao Yongyuan would be hard-pressed to explain himself later. “Arya says the Red Wolf Clan will come either tonight or early tomorrow morning. She told us to keep vigilant tonight. But now it’s getting late, the moon’s already high, and still no sign of them. If this goes on…” Aye was growing anxious.

Gan Ning, originally from Western Shu, was forced to flee Sichuan by Liu Yan and his son. When Liu Bei came to power, Gan Ning returned home. No one was after him anymore. He wandered around Chengdu, found Liu Bei to be an admirable man, and officially entered his service. Appreciating talent as he did, Liu Bei naturally relied heavily on him.

So, for this Blackwind Town tournament, Chen Xi and the others really only came to observe and broaden their horizons; their family had no intention of having them actually fight. On the fourth day, the distinguished Chen Tianluo from the southern Chen family arrived, bringing with him a young man.

“I have no objections!” The ambitious Cao Cao was the first to raise both hands in agreement, even feeling a hint of gratitude toward Wang Kai for the suggestion.

Lin Zhuo narrowed his eyes slightly; what concerned him was no longer the current struggle over Liao Dong’s rewards. Lin and Zhao Guilan walked together around the village. The villagers went about their tasks, but hearing that big changes were coming to their home, their eyes brimmed with hope for the future.

Such is the power of praise—human nature craves recognition and the compliments of others. In this moment, both felt an overwhelming sense of fulfillment; Su Qingsnow had never before felt so complete and satisfied.

Having suffered only a slap and a stab, he was already trembling all over, as if he might stop breathing at any moment. It’s clear that a family’s genius under twenty is not on the same level as a genius under twenty-five.

Fortunately, Nangong Ling’er was no longer the original Nangong Ling’er from the novel; her combat ability had grown much stronger. Furthermore, Yang Jie, having suffered repeated attacks from her and Wanyan Zheng, was already covered in wounds. After a brutal battle, she finally slew him.

In the first half of the match, Leng Fei’s performance showed no improvement. Even Leng Fei himself found it odd—he’d tried to put the national team’s matches out of his mind, so why hadn’t his form picked up?

These people were members of the Wolf Battle group, carrying recruitment flyers for the Martial God Sanctuary and each holding a spatial shifting array map personally refined by Lord Ye Tianzun. With each activation, they could traverse a thousand miles in an instant.

His only intention was to exploit the resources of the Yellowstone Gorge to develop his own external demon system. A slightly mocking voice rang out—a young man in luxurious attire, holding a folding fan, stood in front of the black-clad servant, his cold gaze tinged with gloom.

The island was crowded with tourists, most drawn by the Democratic Pagoda. Towering and majestic, it faced east from its western seat, having weathered countless storms, lightning, and tides, standing as a sentinel angel warding off disaster.

Even a few passing kobolds, feeling the murderous aura converging from three directions, instinctively stepped aside, preferring not to get involved.

It was impossible that the Seven-Treasure Glazed Sect had produced a traitor; the problem must lie with this masked person before them.

While unlikely to catch up or surpass, with a lower word count, there was still some threat if momentum picked up.

As for whether to choose the Inner Sword or Outer Sword sect, that decision would be left to these three young men to make for themselves.

Choosing an actor with strong skills might only serve to highlight one’s own flaws, but picking someone weaker could drag down the whole performance—it was a dilemma either way.

A certain swordsman, under the pretense of pouring wine and then drinking quickly, was obviously there for the alcohol.

Why should one have to consider such things? Perhaps only those who truly faced these challenges would understand.

Gu Yu could barely contain his joy. He had expected to pay over ten million, but now he could secure it for just five million—truly an unexpected surprise.

As soon as Ruo Xin sat down, a loud crash came from the central seat surrounded by a crowd, sounding like a porcelain plate shattering on the floor.

Yan Shanshan’s face turned slightly pale. After their last unpleasant parting, her mother had forbidden her from seeing Brother Jiang Yue again. This time, she had sneaked out. If her mother found out that Jiang Yue had hit her, she would probably dislike him even more.