Chapter 236: Fists Strike Flesh! If You Can

"A martial arts exchange?"

Lin Chen and the others instantly brightened, their interest piqued.

During this time, they had been alternately "abused" by Lin Mo and Yu Linglong.

Every day, aside from spirit washing, they spent virtually all their time on sand-table simulations.

But no matter how hard they racked their brains, they could not devise a solution.

Each time, they were either overwhelmed by surging ghostly creatures, ambushed by the Yin Child, or felled by the Qin clan's vengeful woman.

Her shoulders released glowing wings that spiraled into the air, as if ready to strike at the slightest provocation.

Yet now, he no longer held the firm resolve to keep her by his side, because this dream was simply too real.

He stormed straight toward Dr. Qian's office, his inner rage screaming to kick the door in—but then he reconsidered; this man Qian had nothing to do with him. He was not a third party; back then, it was the boyish-faced one who changed his heart.

If the other party took a dislike to him and reported it to those above, it might be settled in a few sentences—and his official career would be over.

As they drew closer to the valley, vegetation on both sides grew sparser; within mere meters, the landscape shifted from barren lowlands to dense, overgrown forest, and the path narrowed further.

By the time the middle-aged ghost, stunned by this terrifying family, regained his composure, Zai Zai and Jiang Siheng were already gone.

Moreover, within the sphere, countless starlights flickered bright, then dimmed, then bright again—alternating in rhythm, as if breathing.

"Hmph," Wen Xiang smirked, showing not a trace of disarray despite the harsh surroundings.

The Ox Head remained silent. It had indeed slowed its pace, as if inwardly grateful—it did not launch a second charge. Had I not held back, it would now be a blind ox.

Qing Yise examined his own work repeatedly, ignoring the middle-aged man with pale hair, then glanced at the young judge, who nodded but said nothing.

The Supreme Deity had often paused the time of ancient demonic gods, attempting to let them perish in self-explosion and forest dust. Now Lin Chen returned the favor, using time suspension against the Supreme Jehovah.

The thatched hut contained only a simple bed, a table, and a chair. Wen Liang saw at once that the pillow on the bed was ordinary soft fabric—not porcelain.

Yun Jiyang fell silent again; in his heart, he truly did not wish to manipulate or scheme against Qin Yiruo, yet this matter had been a trap from the start, and now it seemed difficult to withdraw—should he pull away, Qin Yiruo would be harmed. Thus, he needed even more space for inner stillness.

Qin Yiruo also found Du Gu Meng's words contradictory, yet the contradictions were easily resolved, so she said nothing and continued listening.

Lin Chen stretched, spotting a cold flash like a flying dagger slicing through the air. He knew the Lion God would block him at the Divine Pillar City gate and attempt to kill him—but then, Lin Chen would show the Lion God what true self-destruction looked like.

Suddenly, Ye Hou's face twisted into a cruel grin as he flexed his seemingly frail fingers, eager to act.

"If you've got something to say, say it. If not, go play somewhere else with the Phoenix Princess," Yao Chong said bluntly.

Less than half an hour later, Wu Qilang returned with the groceries, bringing back nearly half a cartload of meat and vegetables, loaded on a cart by the butcher shop owner.

The telegram was long; sending it from Momei was arduous, and Yang Fulin's reception was no easier. Every time he sent or received a telegram, Liu Fugui was grateful their household had a telegraph machine—otherwise, at the telegraph office's rates, each character cost six silver dollars, and even a wealthy family couldn't sustain hundreds of characters per exchange.

Many things are not without foundation; Liu Changfeng's strong support from these people naturally stems from his exceptional qualities.