Chapter Twenty: A Fortuitous Encounter with Geng Zhongcheng

When Ye Cheng drove with Su Chan to her residence, he was once again stunned by the sight before him. This place was hardly fit for human habitation; it looked no different from a slum. On a hillside at the outskirts of Liucheng’s ring road, dozens of battered, tattered shacks stood clustered together. A few cars were parked beside these ramshackle dwellings.

No... It wouldn’t be fair to say that a Zoan-type Devil Fruit was wasted in his hands. In a way, when it came to creating artificial beings, Kali Karu had thoroughly tapped into the fruit’s potential.

How could she possibly dislike her sister-in-law? She adored her, truly and deeply, no matter how she changed—her affection never wavered.

Everyone who boarded the train was under constant surveillance, which was why she cleverly kept her true abilities hidden.

Hearing what Xiao Yao said, Ye Chen suddenly recalled the shikigami that Shi Youyu from Aikawa had shown them the other day.

“The Sword Maiden is certainly capable, but she doesn’t quite fit our jungle lineup,” Chu Hong shook his head, feeling she wasn’t the right choice.

Watching the person before him eat with head bowed, paying him no mind from start to finish, Young Master Wang’s eyes grew brighter.

“If we follow this line of reasoning, could it be that the Overlord was trapped there for the same reason?” Li Xiu pondered all the possible explanations.

Still, with news of victory constantly coming from the top lane, this time Ning didn’t complain about the focused targeting from the enemy after his demise.

Otherwise, what if they ran into some mob boss, covered in all kinds of tattoos? Should Qin Yu really suspect that the man would suddenly sprout a cartoon sheep from his body?

“All right, son-in-law, sorry to let you see such a scene. It’s getting late, you two should head home,” Father Zhao said, turning back into the house after speaking.

After walking for about half an hour, they suddenly reached the end of the path. At that moment, Ye Qing and his two companions burst forth with a tremendous surge of energy.

The Maple Birch Sanctuary had gone to great lengths to create such an artifact; naturally, they didn’t want anything to go wrong. Selecting a master for the artifact required utmost care and diligence.

When the grey-robed elder saw the eight join forces, a shadow of gravity flashed across his face; yet he remained supremely confident. Forming seals with his hands, the ghostly figure in the void shuddered violently and was suddenly clad in black robes. Its face grew a pair of glowing green, menacing eyes, and with a sinister posture, it lunged at the eight with both claws.

In truth, he didn’t even remember her. Why should she feel troubled? She might as well treat him as a new colleague she’d just met.

No, this wasn’t her fault. It was his own doing—he had created all this trouble. They had been on the verge of starting, only to be interrupted every time, always because of seeds he himself had sown.

In a flash, the sword radiance arrived. The high-grade Xuan-level armor was sliced open, sending Lin Pengfei hurtling several hundred meters, a deep, bone-revealing sword wound running from his right shoulder to his left waist, blood misting in the air as he flew.

She didn’t believe that, after dismissing the guards, he would simply let her escape. He must have some method to keep her under surveillance.

Her hands clung tightly to his neck. Gritting her teeth, Mu Xiaojing endured the discomfort, while he, pouring sweat, redoubled his efforts, letting them drift together in the sea of passion.

Jiang Jin sat at her desk, playing on her computer, showing none of the reaction one might expect. She hadn’t started a war of words with Wang Ling upon her return. Her pale face was serene, as if the incident never happened at all.

Although the fire dragon was made of flame, it was not scorching. Instead, it exuded a gentle, almost friendly warmth. Once unleashed, the fire dragon immediately entered the mechanism beneath the alchemy furnace.

Shen Mochen gave him no chance to escape, tightening his grip on the man’s neck just enough to leave him gasping for air.