Chapter 30: The First Appearance of a Dou Zun from the Xiao Clan

Lu Xuan’s Primordial Unified Essence staff technique was already formidable, but his time in the Demon Realm had also led to immense progress in his offensive staff skills. The techniques he displayed now possessed truly terrifying power.

"The news I publish is absolutely true; there is not a shred of fabrication or exaggeration," Tang Meiyu insisted anxiously.

Liu Bei summoned Zhang Fei and Yan Yan, saying, "If any matters arise, consult frequently with Zibu and the others. Remember this well." After giving his instructions one by one, Liu Bei headed north to Qingzhou with Mi Zhu and his entourage.

Should he let her sit? But his good friend was currently concealing her cultivation level; wouldn't he expose her if he offered his seat?

After briefly hearing the town leaders’ report on the situation, particularly the introduction to the development of mountain forest economy and specialized industries, he did not linger further. He drove to Banshan Village to inspect the production and business operations of the farmers on-site.

Watching the unsteady Ma Xiaoyao, Lei Dazhuang felt deeply unsettled. He understood the bitterness in Ma Xiaoyao’s heart. Ma Xiaoyao was a good official and a good person, and Lei Dazhuang respected him from the bottom of his heart. Seeing him in such low spirits, Lei Dazhuang felt heavy-hearted himself.

Si Hong’s anger had vanished entirely. As a king, controlling one's emotions was a vital skill. Si Hong had no desire to make irrational decisions driven by his temper.

"Is that so..." A breathtaking, peerless smile bloomed on Linglong’s face. Seeing the smile, Long Batian and Chi You, who were standing nearby, quickly shuffled a few steps away.

Lin Dongsheng spoke as he gripped Qi Tianxiang’s hand firmly. He walked slowly to the medium-sized bus, shook hands with the departing Zhang Wanfu, Zhou Tong, Liang Zhixin, and the others, then slowly boarded. Reaching out from the window to wave goodbye, he disappeared from everyone’s sight, led away by police cars.

Whether it was the large crowd of disciples on the training grounds or even someone as powerful as Elder Qiu Hu, everyone was currently in a state of shock.

The crowd was full of confusion. They had expected to continue watching the duel between Shen Yi and Fu Qianqikong, and they were shocked that both had suddenly given up, lamenting the lost opportunity. They could not hear the voices on the platform and could not judge what had actually happened.

Yet, as the old man finished each sentence, corresponding visions flashed through his mind.

His punch struck like a violent sea, stirring up a thousand waves. The training ground shook, causing those watching from below to tremble with fear.

"Isn't there a barren-womb decoction?" Feng Yanmo had recently been considering going to the imperial physician to procure some.

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Especially since this fellow was a total stranger who had just run up to question him—on what grounds was he obligated to answer?

Upon hearing that the two demon kings were headed to Mount Longhu, the old Taoist did not lose his smile, but he began planning in his heart to return to the mountain immediately, report to his senior sect leader, and make arrangements—if they could avoid them, they would find somewhere to hide.

Lu Ping’s calculations were precise; this Inspector Huang clearly came from an extremely wealthy background. To buy a sword, a hundred or eighty star coins couldn't be considered expensive, right?

One had to remember that when Ji Qiu had sought his advice on martial arts two months prior, his attainments in the field, in the eyes of this top-tier martial artist of the Great Yan, could not be called trash, but they were certainly mediocre.

Compared to the mere two or three techniques he could have acquired before changing his fate, these gains were certainly not bad at all.

"However, once I become the gang leader, everything will change. That item I prepared to repay this favor can then be rightfully handed over to you."

"It’s a pity. Lin Yang’s grades are usually top-tier, and his family circumstances are decent; he should be focusing on his studies instead of selling boxed lunches on the street," lamented Teacher Liu, his homeroom instructor.

Ye Feng ignored the two who were forcing themselves on him and simply pulled out his phone to send a message to Gu Zhiyan.

Finally, a middle-aged man with a potbelly and a round, pancake-like face stepped out of a Maybach.

Ji Yan had intended to ignore them and walk past, but seeing how excited the older women were, her cursed curiosity stirred. She couldn't help but poke her head out to take a look, only to see someone squatting on the ground, peering around in all directions.

Song Yufeng spoke, and without waiting for Meng Bahuang and the others to ask, he laid out the plan he had already prepared.

Given the status of the boat people and their meager financial resources, Qingyue Village would eventually realize that they had no choice but to rely on the Li Family Fortress.

Even the heretic who was once hailed as the man closest to god in the world was only at the sixth realm before he died.

She left the follow-up care to Yue Lan, finally offloading the hot potato from her hands. She never wanted to have any connection to this jerk again for the rest of her life.

***

The officer was hacked in two by Yang Yuchun’s blade; it was incredibly bloody, and he looked as if he had been fished out of a pool of blood.

It sounded simple, but for someone as picky as Wang He, it was very difficult to find such delicacies.

Additionally, the mysterious youth Yin Feiying had defected to Fengxiang City, becoming Song Yunlong’s personal guard, protecting the city lord’s safety at all times.

There might have been some supernatural power involved; one contestant had good physical constitution and, even after being pierced through the chest and abdomen, did not dissipate into light like the others. He hung there on the earthen spike, bleeding from his seven orifices and crying for help.

Qin Feng was afraid that Elder Bai would suffer as he had just before, so when he mentioned the "True Word Imprint," he omitted the word "True Word," fearing it would trigger the old man's sealed memories.

The pain had long since vanished, replaced by the wonderful, light sensation of the body having been cleansed and refined.

Gu Yanwei could not see that Gu Cheng, who kept his head lowered, had a face as white as a sheet, with a line of red slowly snaking from the corner of his mouth. His hanging hand was clenched into a fist, and a red rain dripped down from his fingers, drop by drop.

Qin Feng didn't care about any of that; he straddled the coffin lid, exerting brute force with both hands to pry it open.

But when he said this, Boss Han, who had always helped him, didn't offer to find a solution; he actually laughed. Han Shan still remembered Boss Han lowering his eyelids and saying in a very soft voice: "If he can hurt her, then he has truly improved."

Father Gu had already begun calculating which of his properties was furthest away from them. It would be best to dump this bastard son there today, out of sight and out of mind. Don't you see? His gray hair hadn't appeared in three years. To avoid having to start drinking goji berry tea in a thermos early in life, it was better to send this son away as soon as possible.