Chapter 65: Salary.

The next day, Yang Yi released Knight Lev’s steward and several attendants, returned them to him, and sent him off. From miles away, the entire castle now belonged to the Yang family. However, after taking possession of it, Yang Yi did not feel smug. Capturing the castle did not mean he could hold it, as his forces were insufficient and manpower was lacking.

His near-eternal life brought him immense agony, for memories are indelible, and he was constantly haunted by echoes of the past.

Consequently, Xia Siwan exploited this vulnerability, and Yu Wan'an happened to witness the scene just like that.

Liu Bi smiled faintly, shook his head, and shifted his gaze back to Jiang Xuedai, who was still lingering near the DJ booth.

Troubled by manifold worries and faced with Song Fengya’s impending departure, Yang Jing had a myriad of thoughts churning within him, yet he could not utter a single half-word.

These four primordial divine swords were neither bronze nor iron, neither gold nor jade. They were forged before the creation of heaven and earth, requiring neither the tempering of Yin and Yang fires nor the sharpening of chaos.

As his strength grew, his appetite increased proportionately. Rumors had it that his most glorious feat was devouring a pound of beef, a fat chicken, and a large sea-bowl of coarse brown rice in a single sitting.

Shen Anyu hastily turned around and strode out the door, masking the true feelings within his heart.

"Cut the nonsense. It was already wrong of you to attack the Mountain-Guarding Grand Array of the Ziyang Sect, and yet you still dare to sophistry." Sensing that the aura emanating from Guibao was at the ninth level of the late Foundation Establishment stage, Wan Mo instantly grew emboldened and immediately rebuked him.

Many traditions in fairy tale worlds share similarities with those of medieval Europe. For instance, when someone passed away, they were buried right within the family estate. This was especially common among nobles and wealthy families with private lands, almost without exception. However, planting a thick hazel tree right atop the grave always felt rather peculiar.

Even the charging of a mobile phone had to be placed on a specific device, which was essentially no different from wired power supply in its core nature.

Lin Zhengfeng was not exactly afraid; he had simply lost all hope regarding Su Qin. Having completely broken ties with the Su family this time, Lin Zhengfeng knew that his future relationship with them would inevitably fade away. For him, curing Su Qin's illness and then leaving was the course of action he deemed most appropriate.

Lin Feng only felt that Cheng Xin’s hands were icy cold, causing him to shiver involuntarily, but he still nodded with a faint smile.

Everyone remained silent as they boarded the railcar, which then rumbled to life and started forward, as if plunging deep into a subterranean mine—only this mine was vastly larger than any ordinary excavation.

Qin Yanran showed no sign of impatience, because by this time, the relationship between her and Lin Zhengfeng no longer required bonds or constraints to maintain.

Every road eventually reaches its end, and many expectations abruptly ceased the moment they approached the door. Both Nie Wanluo and Qiao Neng were stunned—Qin Zhixing had actually been here all along?

With that, Li Qing took a single step forward, arriving beside the Dark Glaucus. She drove her five fingers directly through its skull and slowly closed her eyes. When she opened them again, the Dark Glaucus had lost all breath of life. Li Qing stared at the grass-green blood coating the tips of her fingers.

Wu Sheng wanted to unmask these people and see their true faces, but every doctor from the Central Hospital and Green Pharmaceuticals wore a mask, including Lin Yuwan.

"Hmph, merely a counterfeit of the Primordial Furnace, yet you hope to refine me? Sheer ignorance." With a single glance, Yun Guo saw that the Primordial Furnace within the White Demon Wolf King was a replica at the intermediate divine rank, incapable of posing any real threat to him.

Guo Yi smiled and said nothing more. Understanding, gentle, and considerate—with such a wife, what more could a husband ask for? Why was it that even when he knew she was using a beauty trap, he still inevitably felt drawn to her?

He believed he was simply a young man who loved basketball, by no means a star, and therefore had no need to sign autographs.

Uncle Rong’s voice drifted out from within, "Come in, I haven't slept yet." The door swung open on its own without a breath of wind, making not the slightest sound. Qiu Xuan felt no surprise at this; he had witnessed such sights many times before, knowing it was merely achieved by wielding formidable battle qi to pull the door open.

Thus, obeying his family's orders, Zheng Mengzhong spent his evenings making time to meet and chat with Zhai Yuan, while Su Ruoyao, who previously worked the day shift, switched to the night shift to closely monitor their progress. She soon discovered that the time Zheng Mengzhong and Zhai Yuan spent together was growing shorter and shorter.

Luo Wusheng handed the silver taels to Zhang Chi, bid him farewell, and walked straight into the "Bright Moon and Distant Horizon Song." Zhang Chi cupped his hands in a salute toward Luo Wusheng's retreating figure, then bowed toward the heavens, before leading the carriage over to sit in an open space not far from the establishment.

Chapter 106: Conversation. Aided by Uncle Rong, Qiu Xuan also safely reached the surface. Glancing around, he realized they were on a cliffside outside the capital city, several miles away from the walls, which he could vaguely discern in the distance.

Just as the old man finished speaking, two translucent white clusters of energy floated out from the mortal bead-vendor and candied-haw-vendor, like souls leaving their bodies. In the blink of an eye, they vanished into thin air—a radiance invisible to the naked eye.

They rushed forward to kick Zhang Yunze, fists flying. When Zhang Yunze’s teammates behind him wanted to step in and help, Zhang Yunze stopped them.

Yet, in Bai He's eyes, they were nothing more than paper tigers—and poorly crafted ones at that.

Several department heads harboring improper designs toward Lin Yiman rushed over, surrounding Zhou Yuanqiang and glaring at him with eyes that seemed ready to devour him. If looks could kill, Zhou Yuanqiang had no doubt he would have been instantly obliterated on the spot into a pile of scattered debris.

After another full half-hour, the group finally caught sight of a massive contingent approaching from ahead—the so-called "reinforcements." Riding proudly at the very front upon a tall steed was none other than Ling Meng.

"I’ve already arranged to have it shipped over to you beforehand. Don't worry, it won't get damaged. Let's go." Not giving Lan Shirong room for further thought, Xiao Tian smiled, gently placed a hand around her waist, and led her outside.