Volume One, Chapter 24: The Most Foolish Self-Torment

Liuer, who was only at the Foundation Establishment stage, naturally could not accompany Tang Chuan inside. The young master gave him a high-grade spirit stone as payment for leading the way—an exceptionally generous reward—so Liuer was free to leave. However, the young master left the matter unsaid, leaving the choice to stay or go entirely up to Liuer. After the auction, the young master would likely still need his help.

These people had not expected their leader to be so enthusiastic, so uninhibited. For a moment, they were all stunned.

But as the years passed, Li Qing had not received the slightest news about his parents—not a single trace—which made him wonder whether his parents were even still alive.

Damn British, constantly manipulating me, to the point that I almost believed I was a true Londoner waving the Union Jack.

“So in the end, we’re still the ones at a disadvantage?” Mr. Huck’s single sentence immediately stifled Sir Humphrey’s next argument.

Unfortunately, he still couldn’t quite comprehend what was happening before his eyes. The water here seemed never to have felt the searing power of a geothermal volcano, so cold it could pierce a person’s skin.

Their methods were exceedingly shrewd—untouchable by the law—and between them and the Special District government, there existed a tacit, half-concealed understanding, making it all the more difficult to deal with them.

Tang Chuan remained silent, watching on with concern, trying to guess what had actually happened.

Suddenly, he revealed a cruel smile, his deeply lined face able to trap a fly, yet his rows of teeth were remarkably white and even. Truly British—villain or not, even the worst of them cared about dental hygiene.

As he spoke, he opened the red box in his arms. Inside, a pair of gourds lay quietly in place. Not bad at all—these siblings were quite trustworthy.

If a man wishes to accomplish anything, he needs people, and he needs money. Now Zhu Chongba had both: people and wealth.

“Understood!” The pilot, in truth, didn’t understand at all, but nonetheless disengaged all weapon safeties. Puzzled, he wondered what could possibly require his state-of-the-art Super Hornet attack fighter to unleash a full-scale saturation strike in one go.

That statement was grave indeed. Zhou Zhihua was a disciple of an Immortal King, a quasi-King-level powerhouse, yet he had openly admitted defeat—tantamount to conceding.

At this moment, the two pirate crews, Eternal and Night Skull, also appeared. No sooner had they arrived than they announced a plan so shocking it stunned everyone.

On Su Cheng’s side, as soon as he entered the 50-50 live stream room, he sent a hundred rockets without another word.

A few of the martial artists burst out laughing in disbelief. The others opened their eyes and gathered around to see what was going on. When they saw Su Ni’s outfit, all their brows furrowed.

“If you kill them all, you can survive.” The middle-aged man known as the Nether Ghost smiled as he looked at Qin Zheng, repeating the words once more.

Su Ni did not wish to wait any longer. After confirming he could control Rong Lao’s life-bonded spirit, he took his soul and left the pebble space. In an instant, his sea of consciousness was flooded by Rong Lao’s presence.

Tuo Ding was that unremarkable, almost invisible man. Yet his strength and abilities were undeniable. He Zhen was quite curious why the transcendent of his sect had been willing to leave such a person behind.

Su Wanqing feared that rejecting Anonymous No. 1 outright would anger him, so she revealed all her reasons honestly.

Within Qingping City, the disappointed nobility, whose banquet had been abruptly cancelled, suddenly felt the city tremble. Startled, they immediately sought the source.

She gritted her teeth and looked up at the young man, as if she could not believe he would treat her so indifferently.

Huici sat cross-legged on a straw mat, holding a string of bodhi prayer beads, chanting sutras before Sister Fan.

His return to Azure Dragon City had been known to Zhou Zhi two days ago. Zhou Zhi immediately issued an imperial edict, summoning him to the palace. Yet, inexplicably, Junzi Xiu had vanished, taking his wife with him.

At this moment, Huan Che’s long hair hung loose and disheveled, his face flushed, beads of sweat pouring from his brow—anyone could see how nervous and terrified he was.

Gu Qiniang trembled all over. Within the Gu residence, she had once glimpsed this man, then still the Prince of Langya, but her impression was vague. Now, seeing him dressed as a simple scholar in plain white, she assumed he was just a member of the Xie family.

“All right, the isolation array is complete. Factory Director Qin, you only need to remain in this vat for three days and nights, and you may emerge on your own.”

It was a childish remark at first, but as soon as she said it, Gu Pi could not help but grow suspicious of her. Just at that moment, a few household guards managed to subdue the galloping steed, and after its wild dash, the horse collapsed to the ground like a punctured bladder.

Gu Yu said no more, only instructing Aunt Chen to take good care of things. Then, taking Miao Wei, he departed. As they left, Aunt Chen handed a chest of clothing to Miao Wei.

“Now that the Dragon Guardian has returned, let us begin the banquet! Dragon Guardian, this way please!” Hongtian directed the villagers to open a path.

Xiao Luo stretched out his right arm, and fierce spiritual power exploded from his fist like a bomb—the point of impact: Zhang Jingtai’s already sunken abdomen.

About half an hour later, Ye Feng slowly emerged from meditation, his eyes narrowing, a hint of sharp light flashing within.