Chapter 100: 099

Zhang Rong’s haggling was still ongoing.

“That’s the price, take it or leave it! If you think it’s too expensive, others are lining up to buy it.” With that, the old woman turned and walked into the compound, leaving Zhang Rong standing dazed at the gate, his hair tousled by the cold wind.

Fang Qingye felt a pang of pity and called out, “Zhang Rong!”

Zhang Rong snapped back to reality and noticed Fang Qingye standing by the roadside, forcing a faint smile as he greeted him.

“Have you eaten? Let’s eat together.”

At one p.m., guard Ma Guoqing drove a Jeep to deliver Xue Ling to the residence of Xue Jianping and Du Xiuying.

Chu Yang, seeing Xiao Meier change her style, could only watch and wait to see what trick she was up to.

The closer I got to the house, the more I felt a chill—this chill was different from the icy cold I’d encountered in the underground palace; it felt like it emanated from something specific.

But Jacob ignored He En’s warning—he had weathered far greater storms; could a mere mage’s research frighten him?

Though he had prepared himself mentally, hearing General Xue’s voice over the phone—furious yet forcing himself to speak in a low, restrained growl—still made Jianping shiver, his lips parting instinctively as he wanted to explain.

After all, he felt his own aura of trouble still lingered; if he accidentally brought unnecessary trouble to this trainee, it would be well-intentioned but counterproductive, defeating his original purpose.

This wasn’t something just any bold person could do—it required someone whose face was thicker than city walls.

So he gathered all his strength into his palm and slammed it down viciously toward Xiao Yuxing.

As he was struggling to tame these horses, he heard Zhen Tian’s sudden shout; Zhu Ling also heard it, turned, and saw Zhen Tian climbing down from the carriage.

At this moment, Xiao Yuxing thought it was sometimes good when enemies talked too much—you’d never be bored or troubled.

He had seen such scenes too often to be fooled; taking a city was a matter of first strike, then exhaustion, then collapse. No matter how fierce their current assault, they had zero chance of capturing Haojing City.

The greatest skill she developed during this week of grueling training was completing daily tasks with her eyes closed.

It was also because this was Ying Xuan’s largest battle since arriving in this chaotic age; a touch of nervousness was inevitable. Ying Hao noticed all of it but said nothing.

“No problem. After absorbing this energy, there’s been some change—but it seems to be a good one,” Shi Tian said.

Though the training these past few days was brutal, the thought of earning a chance to fight to the death made it more than worth it.

Mo Wushang, lying in Su Jingmo’s arms, silently watched Duanmu Ruize on the bed and Mu Cheng’en, who was nearly hysterical beside him, his expression thoughtful.

“Father, even if this Ying Shengjie is your biological son, you must not grow close to the Xu family—Xu Xian is a wolf with a wolf’s heart and has ulterior motives!” Ying Xuan said solemnly to Ying Ke.

As Meng Fei fell, a finely carved dagger suddenly appeared in his hand; a flash of sharp light crossed his eyes as he flung the dagger straight at the rope.

Li Yu’s voice rang out loudly, and every disciple from the prominent families instinctively turned toward Ying Xuan.

Zhao Boyu’s question left Chen Xing speechless—he couldn’t answer either way; he knew perfectly well that Ying Kang had remained silent because he hadn’t yet told Ying Zhao or Zhao Boyu about Bao Si.

As the next round of whips began to lash across those bodies, You Jingyan leaned close to eunuch Li and whispered something.

You’re a newcomer at the Tongyou stage, disrespecting elders and superiors, provoking your senior brother—now if they move to suppress you, it’s entirely justified; even if you take this to the Enforcement Team, Li Yan holds the moral high ground.