Chapter 99

"Girl, it's only one day until Lunar New Year—are you still going back to Huacheng?" Li Zi had been busy all this time, and with the New Year approaching, he wanted to spend it with his girl this year.

Leng Ye was right—she had fallen in love with him, so she chose to tell him her secret, to test him, to see how he would react, whether he would do anything harmful to her.

Qing Wen walked gracefully, brought over a reclining chair, and sat beside Ye Xuan, then picked up a cup from the stone table and poured herself a cup of tea. She silently gazed at the starry sky.

A Heng can't do it—mainly because her French, along with her English, is stuck in an endless cycle of spelling errors and dictionary-checking frustration.

Ye Xuan was greatly alarmed. If internal strife broke out in the Great Zhou at this moment, it would be a terrible omen.

"Whatever you want, I'll do it for you—but you must take good care of yourself, absolutely must, do you understand?" Li Zi's voice carried a faint tremor, as if begging her.

Releasing them directly wouldn't matter; according to the Martial Arts Association's subsequent investigation, this father-son pair hadn't done anything outrageous during their time in Jianghai City—only tried to recruit some human martial artists.

Unconsciously, tears blurred her vision; suddenly, she choked up, unable to utter a single word. All the pent-up grievances of these many days poured out like a waterfall of tears.

She had never given her parents a single coin, nor ever considered whether they needed money.

Upon hearing this, the Master of Space and Time's eyes flashed with sharp light. Since he had a grudge against the human prodigy who had drawn forth the Hong Meng Thunder Palace, he no longer rushed to send the Emperor's Son on his way.

Gu Qianyang, the Holy Hand from across the Mountains: a legendary thief, whose twin daggers rarely saw use, one of the Four Free Saints.

Xiong Ti couldn't help but want to find another seat, but the inn's breakfast business was booming—there wasn't a single empty table left—so he and Guan Muxue had no choice but to sit at the table opposite the graceful boy, even though two people with abysmal table manners were already seated there.

The cold wind grew stronger, swirling into a vortex around the possessed body; no one knew what was happening, but everyone understood—this was surely the Ghost Hand arriving.

"Of course it's that phrase: wanting to be clever and good at the same time, and also wanting to buy a donkey that doesn't eat grass," Wu Xiancheng replied again.

But for now, he had no intention of going to the studio; if something important came up, Mu Lan would come to him herself.

"Hmph, move out," Li Hai snorted, brandishing his Lightning Spear and charging ahead.

Seeing the King of Hell awaken, Lu Zexi realized the Demon King had become aware of his mistake—apparently, he had finally seen the error of his ways. Too bad it was too late. The Jade Emperor would not forgive him.

With utmost sincerity and love, Li Hai knew only that his heart was shattered, yet he could not escape this binding torment—that was why he knelt on the ground, trembling all over, because Li Hai felt he had betrayed them.

Hearing the call, the three turned to look and saw a boy with uneven, permed bangs walking over with a smile.

This is a kind warning from the Second Gang: everything in heaven and earth works this way—if you pull the bowstring too tight, it will snap.

Lin Feng sat down leisurely, picked up a piece of fresh, tender steak, and casually tossed it in front of Erleng.

Xu Cunbao seized the opportunity at once; the black dragon coiled around his Black Dragon War Flag Spear, and as he swung the banner, a torrent of fierce qi erupted into a formation that crashed down violently, pinning Yin Taiqing to the ground.

His long blade had barely been half-drawn when it was sliced away; his dark armor shattered, and a grotesque sword wound gushed blood from his chest.

But the Jiang family knew she had thirty thousand—how could they possibly be content without getting their hands on that thirty thousand?

You should know the situation in Yanbo Mansion: one side borders Yanbo Lake, the other faces the entrance to the Western River Road and the Southern Mountain Road—the martial world here is complex, with countless sects and aristocratic families.

She picked up her computer and began searching for Yang Fei's information, found some details about him, and even located his account.

If the Shang family's young mistress drowned while surfing, the Shang family would surely become gossip fodder again.

She kept her long hair loosely tied with a single string, and a speck of eye gunk clung to the corner of her eye.

The treasures inside were mostly looted artifacts, along with various cauldrons and demonic pet spirit eggs.

Accustomed to others' attention, Bai Ze paid no mind to those who stopped for him—but those who paused and looked upward toward the city wall caught his attention, prompting him to follow their gaze upward.

The chirping of birds woke He Lianuo from sleep; over these nine years, he had nearly grown accustomed to rising with the morning birdcalls.

Looking up, Lu Qingyu noticed that the pool of water in the forest had suddenly begun to boil; two vast elemental forces converged violently above its surface.

But it was even more terrifying—the clothing flapped loudly, and within Fu Zhu Shisaburo, something seemed to be gathering, suppressing something—perhaps the explosion would come in the next second.

Seeing this scene, the Yin-Yang Daoist wanted to cry. Who had he offended? Being besieged outside was bad enough, but now an unstoppable figure had emerged from within—and at this moment, all the experts were gone, and even his master had vanished.

Three years ago, because of Lin Tian, Old Master Ouyang had moved against the Qian family; the Qian family's final move caused Lin Tian to disappear, leaving Ouyang Qian heartbroken—until Lin Tian reappeared, his identity now mysterious, and the Ouyang family still couldn't determine what Lin Tian truly was…

The signal here was extremely strong, yet constantly moving, indicating the phone was on a person or some other living object. Several officers grew alert, drew their pistols, and followed the signal step by step forward.

It clearly carried a tone of sarcasm, meant to provoke Mo Liang into retorting. But Mo Liang had no opinion about her appearance after her rebirth; she simply sipped her hot tea, ignoring Chu Tingchuan's theatrical sighs.

The Nascent Soul quickly absorbed all the life energy from the blood; as if overfed, it began to gag, and after a long while, it vomited up a red spherical object, connected to its hand by a thin thread. It stared at the sphere, thought for a moment, then swallowed it whole.

Each punch carried firelight, one after another; the surrounding temperature rose sharply. The sun had not yet set, and sunlight bathed Xia Tian's body—he grew fiercer with each strike, his techniques flowing endlessly without fatigue, fighting with reckless abandon, as if determined to die.

The news of Ji Chen and Liu Jinghong's duel spread like wind through the inner courtyard—everyone knew there would be an extraordinary contest tomorrow, and all were preparing to watch the spectacle.