Volume One, Chapter 22: No Clients Tonight

It was already late into the night when Ling’er once again collapsed, drunk and unconscious.
Cheng Ming felt a sudden impulse, bowing slightly as he said, “I will summon him at once.” With a face full of joy, he turned and left, certain that Prince Guìwáng must have recognized Zhang Shun and intended to promote him.

The pleading soldier sneered fiercely. Suddenly, from his left arm wrapped in bandages, he drew a samurai sword and screamed hysterically, “Never! I am a warrior of His Majesty the Emperor. I will never yield to you Chinese pigs!” With a shout of “Long live the Emperor!” he plunged the blade into his own chest.

Seeing Mu Qin frozen in stunned silence, Feng Buqian assumed she was overwhelmed by shock, his heart instantly filled with guilt and remorse.

“Change the coordinates, head to…” Lin Ruo Jing glanced at the map, then quickly sent out a new set of coordinates.

Yet, frustratingly, they had gleaned no useful information from Zheng Changtai. Not even the name of this divine healer was revealed.

Wang Qi himself was uncertain—was he protecting Yun Xiangtian, or simply following behind to watch Yun Xiangtian slaughter the invaders?

Before the sanctuaries, the ground began to slowly rise under the influence of magic. Soon, a gently sloping, smooth incline perfect for horses to charge appeared before everyone.

“Prince Guìwáng, these three are warriors selected from the vast grasslands, one in a thousand. Though your two personal guards are skilled, I fear they are no match for these brave men!” Xiao Tianming suddenly interjected with a smile.

There was still ample time before the race started, so Feng Buqian stood quietly in the middle of the arena, head bowed and eyes closed, appearing completely relaxed.

People are different. The paths trodden by predecessors can only serve as references, not to be blindly followed, lest the journey veers off course.

The cultivators present began to lose their composure upon hearing this reply, stifling laughter that broke out in waves.

Today, her promises were a bit grandiose, and now she felt a little panicked—rarely had she been so earnest about her work.

The current market price of a fine Spirit Gathering Pill is about one hundred and fifty spirit stones each, while an ordinary one costs around sixty-five spirit stones apiece.

Chu Ling suddenly understood: though his situation seemed perilous and awkward, he was actually backed by three powerful patrons above him. Many storms were blocked by these three mountains; his task was to survive in the cracks between them.

Those not pulled out by the bodyguards openly scorned him, covering their noses and stepping back several paces, fearful of being doused by his urine.

Su Yuqing’s auction, after deducting the auction house’s fees, brought in over ten thousand spirit stones.

Originally, fewer people watched the live broadcast at night than during the day, but now the viewer count was soaring rapidly.

Upon reflection, all those consummate practitioners he knew should not even have been born yet.

Teng She, seeing his sneak attack succeed, immediately launched another assault on us. He had been cautious since the appearance of the Ice Tortoise but seized the opportunity to strike once I controlled the beast.

Seeing Ximen fall silent again, Jin Qian became more certain of her suspicions and grew increasingly displeased.

The outcome was naturally very satisfying. Since Shen Zhongyue was coming to Shanghai at noon, the group spent time in the conference room discussing subsequent plans.

After a quiet day passed, the next day Wang Long, who had been calm for over a day, finally took action. He first made a fierce declaration at school: the revenge for Zhou Hu would be paid back double by the Tiger Gang.