Chapter 11: Thank You

Although Long Xiao did not arrive, the presence of Long Wu and the other two was undoubtedly a great comfort to Lei Xin and the others as fresh reinforcements.

“What are you doing?” Ying’er had wanted to stand in front of Lan Duoduo, but before she could even struggle, Lan Duoduo pulled her aside with one hand.

“Haha… Brother Wang Lei! You rascal! There’s no one else here! Why are you playing these tricks on me?” Xuan Potian had just said this when he immediately regretted it, for Wang Lei had not finished speaking.

Even Fan Tianluo knew that some people here were probably still awake, so she nodded without asking further and closed her eyes to rest.

Lan Duoduo raised an eyebrow. These were, in name, her husband’s concubine and her son—people she would need to be wary of in the future. Ultimately, she and Zhao Cheng were not yet truly connected... It felt as if merely holding the title was enough to make her bear the blame.

A sturdy man dressed in black was drinking wine and eating. At his waist hung a long knife.

He was not worried. He had watched His Highness grow, step by step, to where he was today. He understood well the strength of his character and knew what choices were best.

A sudden possibility flashed through Gu Junmo’s mind, causing him to pause in surprise, his face darkening instantly.

Zhong Ming roared angrily, veins bulging on his forehead. Gripping his guandao with both hands, a gleam flashed at the blade’s tip, radiating brilliantly and quickly spreading along the entire length of the weapon.

The fierce power of Lei Suifeng’s sword clashing with the thunderous, violent winds of Lei Lang tore through the night. The intense gusts and fearsome thunderstorm collided and surged wildly. The dark night was lit by flashes of light and constant thunderous roars—an unyielding clash of two great martial techniques that exploded within moments.

Perhaps... the place and manner of my appearance truly are somewhat extraordinary to them.

Grant and Bruce sighed in frustration, still stunned when a stout figure suddenly appeared through the flames before them.

Chu Xinghan’s eyes turned icy. Clenching his fist, he took a step forward, moving like a flash of lightning as he launched another attack on Lin Kuang.

It was a wild boar in its prime—sharp tusks, a strong build, and starving. The moment Zhao Zilong saw it, the beast had already charged fiercely.

“Grandpa, are you sure he really refined the ‘Nine Orifice Elixir’? Then why did that smell just now stink so badly?” Qin Wei asked in a low voice.

At the Dragon Ranking Fire Arena, everyone was ecstatic. To see two disciples of the two great Pill Kings on the Dragon Ranking was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, truly exciting.

The enormous body collapsed to the ground, its mangled head falling with a heavy thud. The wolf lay dead, eyes bloodshot and staring.

This man had once been so outstanding, even becoming the backbone of the Bindi Peak sect.

Meanwhile, others tried their best to think, though Xu Chengfeng had already brought the map.

Seeing such a fierce young lady, the previously cowardly men all showed expressions of shame.

Then, Fang Chen, Bill Gates, and Met Su each signed their names on the contract. Bill Gates and Met Su both breathed a secret sigh of relief.

Though they did not know who was stronger between Li Changfeng and Qin Tian, they had always believed Li Changfeng was the strongest.

Ding Ning said nothing aloud but was full of doubts. Was this Lin Zihao really the same Lin Zihao she had a marriage arrangement with?

When she had been crying earlier, everyone had some sympathy—after all, they were all good colleagues.

Dugu Wudi grew angry as well. In his view, the one suffering losses was him, not Li Changfeng. He hadn’t expected that fellow to be so ungrateful.

Li Cheng had already prepared to rest. Not even half an hour after lying down, his trusted aide brought news that Princess Kangle was in trouble.

“Then let me ask you another question: with what I’ve done, do you still harbor resentment towards me?” Fang Chen fixed his gaze unwaveringly on Li Jiajie.

“To have held out against the two of us for this long is not bad. Though we foundation cultivators lack magical power, after refining our bodies through ‘Feather Shedding and Marrow Washing,’ we are still stronger than you!” the tall, slender cultivator began to verbally assault Lei Luo.

Zhi Bingxiong, having spent many years in the business world and seasoned in many battles, naturally saw things more deeply than Zhi Yaowei. At this stage, he had already guessed that Fu Shijin was standing up for Lin Jiajia.

Ai Qiaoqiao had been trying hard to persuade the villagers but to no avail. Nearby, Tong Tong drank porridge, her spirit waning.

He had thought that being with Zhou Jin was entirely his own affair, needing no parental consent. He had thought simply introducing Zhou Jin to his parents would suffice; later, he would build his career and provide a stable and reliable life for Zhou Jin.

Yet its root causes were so numerous—more than twenty strands—that no fundamental effect could be achieved.

Without hesitation, Ai Qiaoqiao threw the basket in her hands at Ai Yonggui’s face, then turned and ran upstairs.

“I still need to go home and help my father deal with the game. I’ll come back to find you another day,” Zhang Wu said as he slung his basket and left.

Yu Dacheng watched closely as Du Ruo dealt with things. He had to admit, he was growing increasingly impressed with Du Ruo.

Obviously, he had just finished bathing; droplets of water still clung to his short black hair, and he wore a bathrobe. His features were deep and enchanting, his muscular physique faintly visible under the light, giving an almost supernatural impression.

This situation was contradictory: since Gu Xi had intended to make me disappear more than a decade ago, naturally he would not attempt it again.

All past events seemed to unravel like threads, clearly emerging in his heart.

“Good!” After a long pause, he parted his thin lips, his tone full of affection as he agreed.

Furthermore, as for Ding Guibao, the mother-in-law honestly still hoped that after marriage, her son would settle down and live properly. For his wild and reckless behavior, she had wanted to try to advise him.

When Wang Chenyin found the flight or floating rules, he integrated them into the islands, enabling them to truly take flight.

This “wife collector” earned his nickname simply because he had married four wives in succession.

At this moment, Xiao Yueqi had regained some internal energy—though only about ten percent—but he was confident he could escape from these people. Using internal energy to restore his organs as well, if he refrained from further fighting and rested for ten to fifteen days, he would be almost fully recovered.