Chapter 143: The Dragon

Although they had seen Qin Tian use eighteen true qi dragons against Tang Yaozong yesterday, today, seeing Qin Tian’s aura even more formidable and his true qi even more abundant, their shock was identical to yesterday’s.

He turned and walked back toward his courtyard, determined to think carefully about what the hell that thing was.

Leaving the bedroom, Ling Chen followed closely behind Zhang Xueli, maintaining a distance of less than one meter. As he had said, this was his effective attack range—within one meter, no one could escape his dagger.

Yu Fei pulled out his phone, ready to call Luo Zi and ask about the situation, when, by sheer coincidence, Luo Zi’s call came in at that exact moment.

This made Xu Feng deeply realize just how terrifying a twin qi sea and eight spirit meridians were—if several hundred drops of thousand-year spirit milk were given to other cultivators, they would at least break through to the Seventh Rank Spirit Lord.

He was completely confident he could slip away from the two of them, leaving them behind as bait.

These two priceless items had been hidden by Cao Taiji in an extremely concealed location when he departed; upon returning via teleportation, his first act was to retrieve them.

Both outer and inner disciples, even half-step Soul-Spirit transmission disciples, constantly came and went on Sacred Sword Peak.

Zhao Baijing was one of the Four Heavenly Kings, though he ranked last—and was also one of the three most frequently seen Heavenly Kings in the Skull Mercenary Group.

“Could you allow Great Ming to mine the Iwami Ginzan for three years?” Zuo Maodi smiled.

On the way here, Wang Zeqing had carefully reviewed every piece of information he had seen. After all, he had spent years in the entertainment industry and retained some sensitivity to public opinion.

Qing Yao nodded, then spoke to the people inside the incense carriage: “Two Immortal Maidens, the Golden Boy has arrived—please step out and fight.” Her words were blunt, as if the Golden Boy could effortlessly dispatch the two Yue Clan prodigies inside the carriage.

The man who had been beaten moments earlier had long harbored hatred for this middle-aged brute who had shattered his front teeth; now, with his young master’s backing, his courage surged—he immediately signaled several of his men to rush forward.

The roaring sounds from outside Lingcun Mountain continued to pour in, yet the few inside the mountain fell into silence—except for the six-eared demon monkey, who was visibly frantic; had Yun Hu not already issued orders, he would have charged out long ago to fight the outsiders.

Just thinking about it was terrifying—she had just seen that even at home, he maintained his work demeanor: stern, expressionless.

Mo Qi listened tensely to the guards’ and officers’ conversation—thank heaven, they seemed unaware that the fish-people were involved in the accident.

Jiang Wangyue appeared inside a subway car, bright lights casting his shadow across the floor.

The soldiers stationed in Yu City, who had been fully detached from labor, also displayed the appropriate sorrow according to the city’s customs; Chen Jian rode in the same boat as several young nobles of the city.

Maslow’s hierarchy of needs divides human needs into five levels, arranged like a ladder from bottom to top: physiological needs, safety needs, social needs, esteem needs, and self-actualization needs.

From Nanan to Mincheng, he witnessed a new era unlike any he had known before; this journey’s return revealed a world that opened his eyes wide.

“Sister, sister, let me massage your shoulders~” Mengmeng was exceptionally well-behaved today—she didn’t beg for snacks from Manman, and instead kindly offered to massage her shoulders?

As Mo Qichen uttered such shameless words, Liu Rumei burst into laughter; then, seeing his pale, smooth complexion and utter lack of embarrassment, she quickly leaned closer to him.

The azure sky was breathtakingly beautiful; white clouds drifted like a fairyland, and the sun hung in the heavens, infusing the land with vibrant life.

Qing Yun glanced at Cang Li, as if seeking her approval. Though he believed this was the best course, given past incidents, he needed her consent first—lest she do something reckless again and cause them all to worry themselves sick.

Saying this, he waited quietly by the door; long moments passed without any response. He began to sense something was wrong, so he patiently knocked again, raising his voice.

“You’re something else—started a logistics company, then turned it into a logistics park. Business here is surely slow now, but once the industrial zone is built, who knows what’ll happen?” Wang Juan analyzed.

Everyone was startled by Luo Bo’s sudden outburst; Ren Ruishuang’s face turned instantly pale.

Ye Wuhe hadn’t paid much attention at first, but upon listening more closely, he realized something felt off about Yao Busi’s remark.

Li Xiaomai listened to Huang Zijie’s words, guessing he might know something—but was too hesitant to ask outright, her heart pounding.

Uncle Xie’s face flushed crimson; at this moment, Auntie Xie grew even more stubbornly inappropriate, lips tightly pressed, teeth clenched.

Most members recruited by other Hongmen branches were locals; even if the organization maintained a Chinese environment, they inevitably mixed in local languages.

The man’s voice was deep and resonant, carrying strong authority—it drew many eyes. Hearing his words and seeing the man lying in a pool of blood, some in the crowd began to waver.

As Xiao Yao spoke, those present nodded in agreement—everything she said was entirely acceptable; as long as one followed the law and Xiao Yao’s sect rules, it was nearly the same.

One shot, one kill. Each bullet found its mark. San Yan’s killing technique left hundreds of Qingbang members trembling—what terrifying marksmanship, what terrifying an opponent.