Chapter 71

In late August, Beijing was stifling, making it hard to breathe.

Beijing’s Xinjie Kou, Jishuitan…

For countless 80s cultural youth, these were sacred sites for hunting records.

What is hunting discs?

As the name suggests, a group of cultural youth would gather before record shops or rows of mobile stalls, leaning over to browse through boxes of films and music CDs offered by vendors, occasionally exchanging requests with the vendors.

They all stared at him in silence, as if trying to pierce through him; Luo Wuhen kept his head down, glancing furtively from one to another, not daring to breathe.

A flash of blade struck down Ye Xingyuan’s attack, leaving a bloody gash across his chest.

Li Xueyang couldn’t hold back—this kind of person always spoke recklessly, yet some actually took him seriously; she’d never seen anything like it.

Looking at that stretch of sea, thick white mist rose as Long Yan plunged in, accompanied by a steady hissing sound.

But now, knowing he was cheating, she could no longer resent him; instead, she found herself hoping he’d stay here to sleep.

Bisu and the other four appeared at this moment, casting spells to immobilize the audience and jointly unleashing a protective barrier.

“Can your father’s restaurant still turn a profit? He owes the bank two million in deposits—do you have the money to pay it back? Cheng Yue, you’ll come begging to me.” Zhang Chen turned and stormed off in fury.

Ji Mucheng had thick skin and didn’t think being scolded was shameful; instead, he shrugged indifferently, his thin lips smiling even wider.

The other surviving team members had also suffered varying degrees of injury and were utterly incapable of carrying out such a mission—leaving only Wang Nanbei.

Watching the other depart, Lin Yi was startled; Wan Shichun appeared aloof and arrogant, yet clearly her heart wasn’t cruel.

In the secret realm, the strongest combatants were at the fifth level of Outshining; whether genius or mediocrity, none could shatter the defensive array of over twenty Outshining Fourth-Level cultivators in an instant.

Upon hearing this, Lin Zhixia nodded quickly; her hand was yanked hard toward the hospital entrance, and no matter how hard Zhang Fan shouted behind her, she didn’t turn back—she had done all she could.

“Enough. You have no say in Ke’er’s marriage. Dinner’s ready—go eat!” Old Song glared at his opportunistic daughter-in-law before pulling Song Miaoke toward the dining room; Miaoke, understanding, took the wheelchair from the maid and pushed her grandfather there herself.

When first lying on the bed, it felt abnormally cold, but gradually it grew warmer.

Wen Zhizhi didn’t even look, raising her silk ribbon to lash out and strike the incoming blow back toward Yunluo Sect.

Hei Xiazhi’s gaze swept toward Zhang Qiling, who sat with eyes closed, clutching his blade, then shifted to Qi Tiezui.

“Go buy me a pair of pants!” Song Yifan dared not step out of the bathroom and immediately called Zhuang Bifan outside.

“You have no right to haggle with us!” Tang Ruwan sneered at Luo Hao.

And it was adorned with a hat, which, when worn, concealed most of the face.

Chu Jian, Qin Lanye, and Bai Menghuan were the only three survivors among the five-level guilds that jointly descended into the Black Abyss.

Upon hearing this, all of them froze, uncertain how the Buddha would treat them; their earlier assault on the Heavenly Court had clearly been a ruse—the Buddha had always intended to eliminate them.

Of course, at this time, Gao Jingzong could not be ruled out as colluding with local officials—corrupt, deceiving superiors, oppressing the people. Yet while the Nayan title granted merchants a prestigious honor without salary, once they broke the law, they could be publicly punished.

“Young Master Zhang, don’t be sad. Today is a joyous day—set aside these worries for now,” said Nangong Sheng.