Chapter 104: The Innate Sales Saint Body—Don

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Another long climb. This time, even Qing Kou and Su Xiao were gasping for breath. Chi Hong lay peacefully in a bamboo basket, which Qing Kou now carried on his back.

Long Aolang naturally knew nothing of what had happened these past days; to him, this calmness meant the Mo Sect had been utterly eradicated, and his mood, untouched by the snow and cold, was instead thrumming with suppressed excitement.

Jingcheng is the deepest water in the nation—factions intertwine like dog teeth, and one must constantly watch the top's stance; most chaotic, yet most stable.

Thus, four years ago, he reached out to Prince Xin; if interested, he would gladly lend Prince Xin a hand.

Shenji Zhou Yu's expression turned grim—he too sensed something different about Fan Yu now.

"I'm not afraid she'll use me. I'm afraid she won't deliver on her promise. If you say so, then I'm in—first, save Uncle Wang's life." Guan Xin said.

Fenghuang High School erupted; more and more students demanded Rong Lang's autograph, until the administration had to intervene, suppressing the frenzy with "one severe warning for disrupting campus order."

"Probably striving for a thousand taels of gold," Zi Qi lay sprawled on the big sofa, her previous scallion frozen and bent in the snow days ago—now she held a fresh one in her hand.

Zhao State always takes such bandits seriously, and besides, Taiyi Xuandao isn't an ordinary martial sect—better not meddle lightly in these affairs.

Chi Jiao Daxian refused to believe it; two golden beams shot from his eyes, scanning his barefoot domain—after careful observation, he found absolutely no trace of Ye Feng.

After Zhuge Jinian left the hall, a faint smile curled his lips—he truly owed Ye Feng a debt of thanks.

Yang Wang was startled, waved his hand, and a vast expanse of water surged over the two of them; the powder scattered into the water, none landing on their bodies.

Du Cong was answering the Imperial Concubine's questions, too preoccupied to notice anything else—he stumbled when bumped, spilling his teacup onto the ground; the freshly boiled water steeped in tea soaked into his thin spring robe, staining his sleeve a large, dark blue patch.

Long Bing couldn't retreat further—he thrust out his left hand to grab David's arm, but he grossly underestimated David's control over the dagger; though David's arm was seized, he instantly pinched the dagger between thumb, index, and middle finger, flipped it, and slashed it toward Long Bing's arm.

The enemy is right in front, and he's doing something as dangerous as tower-diving—if I tell them I'm not weakened, they'll kill me without hesitation.

Besides, Yang Wang knew he'd killed many Ming Clan members; the Three Clan Elders likely knew it too. Perhaps, in their minds, Yang Wang was already a dead man walking. Geniuses are always feared.

Jun Jian. My Fourth Brigade has no intention of opposing your unit—we only wish to rest a few days in Chifeng, then advance on the Great Wall line. Could your unit vacate half the city for our rest?

On this side, Long Bing had assembled his team; the commander was extremely satisfied with the special training squad's performance—he couldn't stop grinning. At this moment, Long Bing said nothing of his dissatisfaction; he was already pondering how to change the training methods going forward.