Chapter 60: The Failed Wealthy Protégé

Following the great victory in northern Sichuan, the roads were peaceful once more. Mei Pengxin finally mustered the courage to set out again. After enduring countless hardships and suffering a great deal along the way, just as Bazhou City came into view, he was arrested by the National Protection Army as a bandit.

A gigantic white tiger beast shadow abruptly materialized behind Su Zheng, while an overbearing aura of the Beast King instantly diffused through the air.

As the powerful shockwave swept outward, countless cultivators were instantly blown away as if caught in a violent gale, with an innumerable number of them severely injured.

The problem was that since they had taken the items away, there was no way to verify whether they were the original objects purchased at the auction. Besides, the auction house operated under a strict principle of non-guarantee for authenticity.

So what if you are a Nascent Soul cultivator? When it comes to hand-to-hand combat, you might not necessarily beat me, and if I can't beat you, I can still run. Besides, there are so many people here.

Zhang Tianyi furrowed his brow, gazing at the middle-aged boss's ordinary-looking face and the thick calluses on the fingertips resting upon the tabletop.

Right now, he deliberately wanted to elevate Wang Kui's status; the higher he raised him, the harder and more miserable his fall would be after losing later.

After a brief moment of discernment, Chen Hao flipped his hand, bringing forth the Xuanyuan Generation Two, and slashed it toward a wardrobe against the wall.

"You want to know about this?" Zhang Tianyi hesitated slightly, unsure whether he should discuss such matters with Gu Yu, nor knowing what kind of impact telling her might have.

Xiao Bohan turned to look at Leng Kemei. Leng Kemei pulled a playful face, took a sip of red wine, exhaled softly, and turned back to nod at Xiao Bohan.

In the preceding levels, ascending the tower had been an effortless breeze for Su Yang. It was only after passing the fortieth tier that he discovered a strange phenomenon.

Yu Zhongwei had been discussing the matter with Ouyang Tu for a while when he saw Ouyang Tu burst into a rage. Yet, amidst Yu Zhongwei's stern reprimand, Ouyang Tu indignantly flung the recorded video footage of the hovering vehicle collision incident right onto Yu Zhongwei's desk.

Meanwhile, Li Jie, accompanied by Ji Yi, Hai Lingjia, and two other soldiers, searched the interior of the detention center for survivors.

Under no circumstances could a physical fight break out right now. The emotions of these students were currently at a boiling point; if a real brawl erupted, it could easily lead to a major disaster.

His physical strength had remarkably reached the late Foundation Establishment stage, and indeed the absolute peak of that stage—just a single stroke of fortune away from breaking through into the Soul Gathering realm! This, naturally, was the reward of profound accumulation leading to a sudden breakthrough.

As the latecomer entered the main hall and took a seat, Changkong Xingyu raised his eyes to look, feeling a momentary shock of surprise in his heart. What a coincidence; it turned out to be one of the martial artists from the Shenzhou Mansion who had followed Old Zhuang during the desperate crisis years back.

Before their afterimages had even faded from their original spots, Yue Lingyou and Qi Yufeng had already exchanged a palm strike, producing a sound like a muffled thunderclap. The colliding shockwave of their forces generated a fierce torrent that rippled outward, its remaining might aggressively pushing the surrounding air currents more than three zhang away.

Li Jie's lips moved, but in the end, he failed to utter those two words. In truth, he no longer remembered how much time had passed, nor how long Mino had been gone. For such a long time, he had barely thought about Mino at all. As a student of psychology, he knew better than anyone what manner of psychological suggestion and self-deception this truly was.

After Qian Shaosi returned, Feng Yu had him ingest the calming soul flower to practice and recover his spiritual essence. Once she helped him soothe and settle the very last thread of his spiritual core, she also dragged her weary body back to her room, failing to notice the charming, alluring phoenix eyes of the handsome Qian Shaosi flashing a trace of lustful evil.

The Heaven-Swallowing Dog was still a tiny bit short of experience points to reach level thirteen. He had heard that upon hitting level fifteen, it could evolve into a royal tier, though he had no idea if that rumor was true.

Randall shrugged. Such regulations certainly existed—not to casually generate noise pollution in outer space—yet in reality, virtually no one actually observed them.

Zhao Fei stood some distance away, watching motionlessly. Zhou Lili had lost all of her earlier aggressive spirit; after running a few steps, her foot slipped and she fell to the ground, while that dog slowly strolled toward her, following from afar without ever coming too close.

Han Che watched quietly, his expression devoid of any fluctuation. His gaze simply drifted into empty space, as if recalling something.

While everyone else was in a state of frenzied delirium, a foolish-looking man stumbled into the room. He appeared utterly vacant, swaying as he walked as though he might topple over at any second, his eyes hollow and filled with exhaustion, emitting low, pig-like grunts with every step.

He had already discerned that this cat was extraordinary. At that moment, he could already sense the aura emanating from the civet cat—it was immensely powerful.

To put it bluntly, demonic bewitchment was merely an aura of malevolent energy. Relying solely on true fire could not completely eradicate it, and doing so carried extremely grave risks.

Oh, wait... Spirit attire! He instantly recognized that what the other party was wearing was a piece of spirit attire, something priceless and impossible to buy even with a thousand pieces of gold within the Thousand Faces Mall.

Perhaps she wasn't going out to buy flowers after all? Perhaps he was just overthinking things? But why else would someone go to a flower shop if not to buy flowers?

Kuang Shihun briefly recounted the events, omitting only the matter concerning Fang Zhong and Kuang Xue. After all, that was his own private affair, and there was no need to inform Lei Long.

However, relying on his supreme internal energy, Feng Zhou could employ the "Monarch and Subjects in Harmony Divine Skill" to refine the internal gang energy within, absorbing its vital life essence. That alone was sufficient to extend a person's lifespan by over a decade, equivalent to swallowing a genuine immortal pill for longevity.

"Does the Nine-Layered Treasure Armor still have matters to attend to?" Tiansheng now felt the utmost admiration for his master, who was simply unfathomable and shrouded in mystery, hiding goodness knows how many secrets he had yet to reveal.

He could only blame his own loose tongue. Back then, he shouldn't have uttered those grandiose boasts about instantly winning military exploits and achieving glory right on the battlefield. Now look at him—he had trapped himself, forced to bid farewell to the comforts of the bridal chamber shortly after his newlywed days.

Hearing this, Nie Peixiao was both emotionally stirred and deeply moved. He wished to express his gratitude but did not know how to begin, standing rooted to the spot in a state of profound sentiment for a long time.

This ape's cry carried a distinct mental attack. Li Ting's spiritual perception was somewhat affected, but having already located the target's position, he withdrew his spiritual sense, while inwardly marveling at the vigilance of these spirit apes.

"Hmph, there's no need, thank you!" There was not the slightest hint of courtesy in Ye Zheng's tone. Although he had maintained a mild and gentle demeanor ever since his entrance, that did not mean he acted that way toward everyone.

Wang Xingxing, who had been lying down resting, heard Qin Yong report that Da Niuh had come looking for him regarding something important, and immediately told Qin Yong to summon him at once.

After rummaging left and right, he finally found a bowl of cooked mutton underneath a food hamper. The mutton was still radiating heat, obviously prepared for someone who hadn't come to collect it yet. Looking at the full plate of meat, no one would ever notice if he took just a single piece.