Chapter 91

Her family was not wealthy at present. Ever since her father was imprisoned due to an incident, three hundred taels was already a considerable sum for her.

There was no doubt that the Yelu family was on guard, and the ones they were wary of were, of course, the Iga ninjas whom they could hardly trust.

The three of them were happily drinking and chatting when the gatekeeper hurried in with a messenger to report that just outside the city, near the suburbs close to the provincial capital, someone was causing trouble. The commotion was enormous, and the entire northwest corner outside the city was bathed in the glow of torches, leaving the townsfolk fearful and uneasy.

Bai Ningyuan had never discovered the real reason behind his approach to Du Xiaoli, but he trusted Bai Ningyuan’s words—he meant no harm to her.

“You don’t understand this, do you? We have to arrive early. Coming early is a statement. After all, our people encountered danger outside; we must step in to resolve it. Arriving early signals to our subordinates that we value them,” Ding Li explained.

At the sidelines, Laura, who possessed only ninth-level strength, couldn’t clearly see the lightning-fast exchanges of attacks between the two sides. Yet, at this moment, she suddenly sensed a surge of ‘keen energy’ dozens of times stronger than before. Her heart clenched tightly, secretly worried for her husband, Roland.

With the relentless barrage from Adamkins and the other four powerhouses, the protective barrier shielding the Undead Mountain finally trembled violently before fracturing into numerous cracks. Witnessing this, the five became like bloodthirsty sharks, intensifying their assault with wild frenzy.

Although reluctant to leave, Li Yuehua understood the gravity of the situation. Besides, she held a blind trust in Yang Chen.

Moreover, Cen Yun had watched Li Jiu’s interview video. It was peculiar that he described a story that circulated only in China using five different national languages. And the fluency was impeccable, with accents so precise that even native speakers would be envious.

Outside, Gu Yang’s future mother-in-law, Liu Cuiying, was making a fuss, fearing that Gu Yang might change his mind and refuse to resign.

Ming Shenqing sat kneeling by the table, pulling a pouch of tea leaves from his sleeve. Using the tea table, he began brewing tea with an air of foresight.

“There’s no need to compete over this. The doctor must have a reason for what he’s doing,” Qi Sisi patted the other’s shoulder reassuringly.

Director Ye sneered coldly. This stubborn silence, this deadpan refusal to speak even when facing death, was exactly the sort of attitude suited for an undercover agent.

Even if he were to decide to give all his property to her as a dowry, how would his family survive? He had a brother as well—would they all be reduced to begging?

Facing the great powers of the world, Xu Changge showed no fear. His extraordinary demeanor earned the quiet admiration of many grand cultivators. If it were them, they would never maintain such composure.

Due to Xu Changge’s arrival, the laws of the Everlasting Immortal Tablet affected all realms, awakening the slumbering Murong Ying.

Since Xu Chengjun had come to the hotel, he decided to inspect its condition. After greeting everyone, he stepped out.

“It’s all because your hands were too meddlesome, causing this mess. I’ve endured it for a long time, okay?” Su Ruxue said indignantly.

After months of torment, the Xuanji Sanctuary finally weathered the crisis brought on by this strand of karmic consequence. The Holy Lord looked up to the heavens and let out a long howl, unsure how to vent his fury.

“There’s no doubt about this. The Medicine King Mansion has an ancestral decree: whoever possesses the Shennong Cauldron is the rightful master of the Medicine King Mansion. You already know it has accepted Lin Tian as its owner. There’s no question that he is the master,” Yan Shan declared resolutely.

Ghost’s heart skipped a beat. When he turned back, Zhang Lingyu had already carried Xiao Manxuan through the main gate. Though the place was calm, his heart was turbulent. Deep down, he sensed that something monumental was unfolding.

Shen Yi nodded. Lei Ying’s words were not without merit; the matter of the safe indeed seemed more complicated than it appeared.

In recent days, aside from a brief conversation when Lin Qing visited him, he had never greeted Lin Qing proactively. Of course, part of the reason was that the two had only met once before.

Lin Tian was unsure whether vampires could be killed or how one might do so, but he knew this: if Charlotte refused to leave, he would make her suffer beyond endurance.

Time and its myriad transformations emerged once again, causing the fiery dragon coiling around the pagoda to abruptly retract.

No sooner had he spoken than a nearby prisoner received a whipping. Blood splattered onto Peng Shun’s face, startling him so much that he stumbled back three steps, nearly falling.

Exiting the private room and passing through a corridor, there was the Hundred Flowers Pond. The early morning view was breathtaking, with cranes dancing amidst the thin mist—a scene surpassing even a fairyland. Yet, at this moment, a discordant voice reached Lin Tian’s ears.

Our opponents’ expressions looked extremely strained. I understand why—they had just moments before been in our position. They stomped and pounded their chests as they left the room, unwilling even to glance back at us.

“Beixin Bridge connects to the temple, and the Dragon-Locking Well is inside that temple,” Ning Luoxi said, pointing to a temple beside the bridge.

Old Peng, a man of broad experience, admitted it was his first time seeing Burmese raw wool dyed in such a color.

“Perhaps, she truly loves you too much,” Master Zhou said to Du Hua, his gaze carrying an inscrutable meaning.

Yu Kun sensed that aura. His expression changed drastically as he shouted angrily, disregarding Gu Qingxuan’s threats.