Chapter 1112: The Big Locust Tree

Mo Hua walked alone through the streets of Xiancheng.

Around him, people came and went; stalls lined both sides, carts flowed like water, noise never ceased—ten years had passed since his last return, and Xiancheng had changed immensely.

It could not compare to a large first-grade prefecture like Qianxue, but among second-grade prefectures, it was already among the most prosperous.

Many buildings had been rebuilt; most streets had changed appearance, houses were new, and many eave and wall styles were now ten…

"Really that miraculous?" Wu Ma Feichi looked at him skeptically; though he knew the man surely possessed extraordinary ability, the future of the Wu Ma clan was at stake—he dared not act rashly.

"I know you're the real deal, but that crow of yours looks like a counterfeit manufacturer." Yao Muchen sneered with a low chuckle, a wicked glint flashing in his dark, shiny eyes.

Since then, though mine owners said nothing openly, all knew that the annual mine combat tournament was really about who had strength and who didn't.

The Crow Daoist Priest glared at him, annoyed—he'd nearly kissed him again in his excitement, but the fellow's motion had abruptly interrupted him.

The old man swiftly stopped the bleeding with national medical acupuncture and that inscrutable powder, and after acupuncture, each patient's complexion returned to normal.

She smiled silently, both admiring and astonished—this was a deeply contradictory inner feeling. She had not expected the Golden Dragon clan to have grown so arrogant that they scorned even the most basic stratagems of the mortal world.

A former champion of the Heavenly Culinary Contest, now reduced to a figure of universal outrage—truly a cause for deep sighs.

"Hehe… Fatty's got quite a few tears, huh!" Yao Muchen laughed, bending to pick up the storage bag on the ground, then let out a startled cry.

This mountain was geographically isolated, steep and high, yet precisely because of this unique terrain, many rare herbs flourished here.

Gui Die stepped into the teleportation 'gate,' so only her head could be seen moving slightly, her expression entirely hidden.

The remark made her slightly embarrassed; she unconsciously rubbed her cheek with the back of her hand, then suddenly remembered something, lifted her head, and over Li Qiang's shoulder glared fiercely at the recorder.

With no hostage injury to worry about, the rest of the matter was now entirely under his control.

Yao Yanque, residing among a foreign tribe, had never interacted with the Destroyers of the Suiyu clan, yet she still deeply revered them.

Wealthy bystanders, seeing this bizarre figure, could not help but cast disgusted glances, due to his attire and speech.

If that's the case, then Old Fu merely needs to wait for the right opportunity—the moment he makes a mistake.

If Ma Guihua hadn't ordered Pan Haodong to lower his aura, Elder Liu might not have held out—he'd have been crushed to the ground by Pan Haodong's aura, losing all face.

As a result, both brothers ended up in the hospital; they didn't show up for the concert day—the reason? Dammit, their legs were broken.

In the next instant, Xie Dongya's mind stirred—a ghost cultivator breached the Feather Fan Young Master's mind-sea, usurped his body and will, becoming his new master.

Of course, Old Fu had his own considerations—he turned and shouted into the car, asking the scarred face up front whether the vehicle had started yet.

Hmph, a personal herb garden with a time-flow ratio of 50:1 compared to the outside world—could this be another fragment of hope leaked by this collapsing world? Interesting.

Yin Zi saw the project ramping up in full swing and grew anxious—he wondered whether Master would ever learn of such a massive undertaking; if he did, Yin Zi would be the first to be blamed.

Back then, Guan Jinlin had heard stories of the 87th Division fighting bloody battles against Japanese invaders in Zhabei, and had witnessed the horrors of war firsthand.