15 The Scoundrel Poultry Dealer of the Early 2000s (15)

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The child was still unfamiliar with strangers. Seeing the coral tassels on Ruan Liangdi’s head swinging constantly, the round eyes fixed on them without letting go. The glossy, pure black pupils followed the movement nimbly, and the child let out a soft giggle.

The Fifth Prince seemed annoyed but did not dodge. Instead, he threw a punch straight at the wolf’s waist. The wolf hit the ground, arched its back, and leapt away.

Before anyone could react, the media exploded with scandals accusing Yu Wei of assault. Moreover, these outlets insinuated that Su Yi was secretly backing Yu Wei.

He was just an ordinary person on Blue Star—completely unremarkable. An ordinary family background, ordinary looks, an ordinary temperament, and even the most vital parts of himself were utterly unexceptional.

Su Yi gave Mao Xin a sharp, approving look, then pulled Qi Yue’er, Ai Mengfei, and Zhu Yan together, forcing several photos in the lounge.

Still, this was a definitive emancipation from servitude—a cause for celebration. The question remained: who would be granted the official recognition of my lost kin? If bestowed upon the Prince Xiao’s residence, it might attract envy amidst the household, stirring needless resentment.

How the Dragon Clan would divide internally had little to do with Gong Tianzuo An, but it did concern humans somewhat. A Dragon Clan fractured by mutual disdain inspired more confidence than one that coexisted harmoniously—this was the last major task Gong Tianzuo An accomplished before leaving.

Among them, one had just broken through to the Golden Immortal stage, and another had only recently acquired Earth Immortal power; within the entire pilgrimage team, they were still cannon fodder.

Moby was sure this was not a dragon, but could not guess what kind of monster it was. Perhaps even John didn’t know its name.

From time to time, people reported their sects were harassed by the Demon Gate, turning the Southern Sky Alliance’s council hall into a chaotic marketplace. Nangong Qing had no choice but to shout and restore order, finally quieting the hall.

With five days remaining before the month’s deadline, Xiang Du led his army to within a hundred miles of Nie Shiying’s main camp but halted the advance and went alone to the camp.

After chatting for a while, Jiutian finally asked Sun Hao why he had returned to Zheng City. He recalled the other party mentioning on the phone that he would be working there from now on.

Could it really be for his Zhuguo fruit? But no, the Zhuguo fruit only enhanced the cultivation system of practitioners.

He glanced at the pet cages inside the store and saw that Chu Qingya showed no surprise; she began preparing to feed the pets.

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“Factory owner, this…” Ma San hesitated, unsure of what to say. He felt Zhou An must know little about casinos to speak so casually.

Shui Mohan’s heart bled—not because the Ling Shuang Hall was destroyed, but because beneath the grand hall lay most of the supplies the Xuanbing Valley had prepared to resist the beast tide. Now that all was ruined, it was unclear how much could be salvaged.

There were roughly dozens of volumes in total. Jiutian remembered his father telling him to check the Spirit Plant Association’s official website, so he went back to his room and opened the computer.

Since the founding of the Sea Wilderness Sect, disciples had been dispatched multiple times to explore Luojie Mountain. Unfortunately, the spiritual energy there was extremely sparse, unsuitable for cultivation. For this reason, the vast Luojie Mountain remained uninhabited to this day.

The greatest revelation in this deal was Wu Fan’s self-awareness—his morality and limits had plummeted to shocking lows.

Lance’s personality was straightforward; after bidding farewell to Lin Fan and Peng Jiaming, he left the camp to find Arlan.

As Fengmo Xia’s voice sounded, his body rapidly withered—this was a forbidden technique that burned both chakra and life together; its lethality was near absolute.

Chen Zhen appeared behind Jeep Zan, his prayer beads transforming into chains that ensnared him. The golden chains tightened rapidly, striking Jeep Zan before he could react.

Afterward, Wang Yan looked regretfully at Bian Bian, then chased after her closest friends.

Yun Ling deactivated the invisibility function of her cloak, revealing a silver-tight suit. Removing her hood, which fell behind her as a hat, her stunning beauty and perfect figure shocked all the men present.

Both sides in the battle at Sifang City ceased fighting, staring dumbfounded at the Kun clan celestial being whose aura rivaled the Great Elder’s, incredulous.

Except for Zhang Peng and the somewhat mysterious Lu Ting, the entire Tianhu Gang was disregarded by Zhang Yang. Though his numbers were few, Zhu Dahai supported him from behind.

As if proving her identity, she pinched her nose and imitated Saito Asuka’s voice in a low pitch.

Lin Jing had spent the entire year recklessly using killing techniques, consuming resources and converting Gu materials into Dao trace fragments. No Gu master in history had cultivated so extravagantly, not even the Gu Lords.

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“Fellow Daoist, please follow me!” Meng Po said, flying toward the Golden-Silver Bridge. Her voice was different from the hoarse tone heard earlier.

Beside her, Ye Hexuan lost patience. Seeing Mu Qingge’s gaze shift repeatedly between himself and Ning Furong, he knew mischief was afoot and a surge of fury rose within him.

The seven great sects continued their fierce competition, reaching a boiling point. No one knew what the future held.

Upon seeing the guide’s confession, Qi Jiguang nodded subtly, highly satisfied with Li Muchuan, who had just joined the Qi family army.

For this day, she had worked so hard, but now the computer told her all her calculations were wrong.

Could it be that Cheng Cheng still refused to give up? Did Cheng Cheng intend to call? But knowing Li Feng’s character, no matter how many calls or efforts, Li Feng would never agree. Moreover, Cheng Cheng’s actions would likely get blacklisted.

Having already absorbed the power of the expansion law, she could no longer comprehend it; her master certainly knew but said nothing.

Li Muchuan was unreserved, knowing these people came for his patent. Coupled with recent training and strength gains, he felt much more confident.

Could he not realize that he must have embarrassed himself? Otherwise, how could they cast such glances?

Then Zeng Lin sat at the table, broke the wine seal, poured a bowl for Wang Fan, and one for himself.

The Chen family’s signature martial art involved swinging both palms, stirring the wind and clouds, lightning and fire intertwined, displaying terrifying momentum and extraordinary power.