16. The Scoundrel Chicken Seller of the Early 2000s (16)

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Although his encounter with this man had been fleeting, after several days of interaction, Meng Wushuang felt that he was not as despicable as the rumors suggested. Indeed, no spiritual aura emanated from him, yet his manner of speech and conduct carried an air of carefree elegance. If that was the case, how could he have cheated in the sect’s grand competition?

"Heh, I gratefully accept the compliment from such a beauty, shamelessly so!" Gu Jun replied with a sly smile.

Within a hundred-mile radius, darkness rapidly engulfed the land. In this shadowed realm, lightning shattered the void with blinding flashes, fierce winds howled, and an ominous mist of evil energy drifted through the air.

The courtyard suddenly grew lively. Inside, Jiang Qiuniang, who was discussing the seating and menu arrangements for the Jiang family village with the village chief, also heard the commotion.

Moments ago, everyone had been leisurely cultivating; now, events had taken such a dramatic turn.

This was a sign of her body’s growth. The byproducts of this growth held no real use; if her master desired them, he could have them.

In the tri-faction struggle over Luoxia Town, the Canglong Mercenary Group swiftly dominated, breaking the balance. Yet, after all settled, Chu Ming quietly departed.

Nangong Weilai and Nangong Dazhuang talked for a long time—a rare candid exchange between the brother and sister. Though not all words were spoken aloud, their intentions were fully conveyed.

Surrounded by three opponents, Luo Long could still claw back points with great difficulty; yet such effort was hardly worthwhile.

He cared little for fame; his sole aim was to elevate his own renown.

The two men appeared to be over fifty years old, both towering figures in the martial world.

"This place is serene and picturesque, with abundant vital energy. During this period, you should cultivate deeply within these mountains. Once you return to the capital, the energy won’t be as plentiful. Understand?" Ye Wudao, recovering from his embarrassment, spoke to her.

Even if the second master would not favor the Liu Bofei faction, at least he would not withdraw all Liu Huai’an’s people. But now, the situation was entirely different.

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Hearing the system’s prompt, Jiang Fan felt utterly bewildered. His Tai Chi proficiency had just risen by six points at once—usually it increased gradually, point by point. The largest increase before had been three points during sparring with Wang Yue a few days earlier, but six points at once was unprecedented.

They wondered silently about the strength of his opponent—could he be defeated today?

At that moment, Tang Yuan and Chang Huanhuan’s friends also became aware and began approaching.

Especially striking was the scene before them: golden dragons shimmered both inside and outside a bronze cauldron, enveloped in an awe-inspiring divine radiance. Outside the cauldron, countless streaks of golden thunder crackled and danced.

It turned out that the net had been electrified with high voltage, probably making this the most ignominious death of a grandmaster in Huaxia.

Having endured three heavenly tribulations alone, Xiao Fei’s potential was fully unleashed, dramatically enhancing his power. Throughout these tribulations, he had faced hundreds of near-death experiences, often escaping death by a hair’s breadth. His battle experience had thus become extraordinarily rich.

The embarrassment was so severe—what benefit was there beyond venting her anger? Why was the child so irrational and obtuse?

Recalling the fierce battle of that day and the sudden appearance of the silver dragon, others might not know where it came from, but he and the Fire Phoenix, lying nearby, were fully aware.

Pain—this was Xie Chen’s sensation at this moment, excruciating as if his head had been pierced by a sword.

He clearly had a low-grade fever. Ye Mingjing was speechless; the temperature of his skin was noticeably abnormal. After applying "medicine" to a wound, a low fever often followed. This was precisely the case with Jidu now.

Back then, Baili Zhengjun had also stumbled into the valley by accident, already gravely injured while evading enemies.

Wang Chen’s lengthy words served two purposes: to change the subject—he did not want them to dwell on this topic—and to warn his sister against premature romance.

Suddenly, only the people of Penglai Island remained in the sky above Broken Soul Valley. Seeing no danger, Tian Min and the others rejoiced and hurried toward Wang Chen’s location.

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Upon hearing the sound, Huizhu hurried forward and picked him up, bowing respectfully: "Sir, Yuan’er must be hungry. I shall have Madam Dong feed him first." Saying this, she seemed eager to escape Yin’s piercing gaze, carrying Hongli out of the inner chamber.

"My master’s teachings will be fulfilled—I will complete the task," said the Dragon Devourer, a fierce killing intent flashing briefly across his face as his voice brimmed with hatred.

Under the torn tent, Xie Chen struggled forward, carrying three backpacks on his back—two originally theirs, the third belonging to the two bandits.

The more Wang Rumeng thought about it, the more wronged and angry she felt. In her heart, she had blacklisted Li Zixiao; without him, she would still have her job, and she would not be facing imminent death.

Her hands rested on his shoulders, striving to respond to his kiss. Each time they kissed, his presence grew more palpable; his very breath, his scent, filled her mouth.

The matriarch Ye pondered for a moment. "How do you manage things? There is trouble outside the gate, and you knew nothing?" She was somewhat vexed with Lady Lin. Today was Ye Zhen’s auspicious day, yet someone was causing a scene at the gate. As the organizer, how could Lady Lin be unaware—yet she claimed ignorance.

Ailu was about the same age as the young master. Grandpa Han, recalling her father’s contributions to the Han family, specially permitted her to ride the family carriage to and from school. This special honor deeply moved her father, though she herself preferred to walk every day.

The delicate negotiation over the Four Great Wastelands left the battered Imperial Wasteland facing a formidable foe in the long-prepared You Wasteland, with little hope of victory. As the current leader of the Imperial Wasteland, Di Shi sought the ancient ferocious sword of the Ye family to resist the impending catastrophe. Success meant he’d become the new ruler of heaven and earth; failure meant death. If he could hold back the disaster, all four wastelands would bow at his feet.

Being discarded by society was not shameful; shame lay in someone never trying yet loudly claiming that effort was futile—so why bother? Do not heed the gazes of others. A glamorous exterior means little; his life might be worse than yours.

Watching Wang Cuixia gradually regain a glow brought great comfort to his heart, but thoughts of Gu Feifei immediately dimmed his gaze.

The mind’s eye closed while the physical eyes remained open, though seemingly dull, as if the collision between body and spirit rendered his gaze vacant.