Chapter 103: The Jianghu, Not Just Fighting and Killing

Qingzhen Temple.

The atmosphere was solemn.

Dou Changsheng’s gaze was sharp; from that single palm strike, he could judge that the Eastern Sea Immortal before him possessed at least the strength of a Land Rank powerhouse, not an ordinary one—his ranking was certainly among the top, not quite top ten, but surely within the top twenty or thirty.

Such a powerhouse was renowned throughout the land, not a nameless figure.

Dongqi was indeed well-prepared, striking first with a crushing blow; Dou Changsheng shifted his gaze.

Qingwei sat in the Sea Horse carriage and shook her head: Is that all Jinna Luo Jia can do? Or is he hiding his true strength?

As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Luoyi cast a Earth-Submerging Technique and vanished right before their eyes.

The Golden Ape stuck his head into the wine vat and sucked down a large gulp, nodding at him. Wine trickled down his face, soaking his fur into a damp, messy mess—his appearance was comical.

Fortunately, at the critical moment, he desperately raised his hands and clamped onto Lin Lixuan’s foot, so Lin Lixuan stepped on him through the hands of Chizhongtian, pinning him to the ground.

But Tang Jin was now focused on raising his love index with Wang Rui—if things continued like this, in two months he’d be reduced to ashes… Even someone as naturally optimistic and carefree as him couldn’t help but worry about his own life.

In short, at this time, charity concerts and news of typhoons hitting Fujian became hot topics. People came to understand the cruelty of typhoons, realized that true love existed among humans, and also learned about a brand-new performance model.

Chen Bingwen’s chopstick slipped from her hand; she immediately bent down to pick it up but said nothing.

Last time, when he asked Xingyue, the answer was that it was just his habit—he still believed it now, yet something inside him felt off.

Or perhaps he envied some faction that always had endless money, constantly using superior steel to build railways… Of course, he knew the value of railways, but Ming lacked the technology, lacked advanced steel-smelting methods, and lacked sufficient fuel—so all he could do was stare helplessly.

Lao Feng said coldly: “I doubt I’m so fortunate!” He tore off a fragment of his sleeve and walked away without looking back.

He didn’t see the blood trickling from his wrist pooling on the ground, from which a face emerged, lips twitching, whispering words like the wind.

“I can’t take it anymore—I give up. Let’s go eat at Hongxing Restaurant,” he set down the half-eaten steamed bun and suggested.

Ji Qingning sucked in seven or eight breaths; the blood she spat out was bright red. She sucked in one more breath before finally taking tea to rinse her mouth.

She seemed especially concerned about this matter. In her past life, she had never been this way—she didn’t know if it was because she was annoyed by Chu Xize, or because Jiang Sisi had turned her attention toward Li Sicong.

There were too many people on the scene; Zhao Pan had to climb onto the upper deck of the airship to greet the tens of thousands below from above.

In short, everything was available, tasted good, and once full, you just tossed the bowl into the void—effectively “erasing the evidence.”

The eleven districts even began competing and one-upping each other—trying to see who could make the most noise, who had the stronger will to resist, and who was more creative.

Well! He’d been puzzled—why had Jiang Chengyu, who earlier in the afternoon had insisted on arguing with him over every point, suddenly gone silent and agreed with everything he said?

As he said this, his gaze dimmed slightly—he clearly remembered that he himself was still just an ordinary mortal.

On August 6, Z’s original plan was ruined; the live broadcast show vanished in flames, and Z disappeared without a trace.

Naruto stared at Sasuke’s back, recalling everything that had happened before—back in school, if he had only been more proactive, perhaps Sasuke wouldn’t have left the village?

Yun Qian looked at Luo Xi, who nodded; Luo Xi withdrew inside, while she helped the person into the carriage, left two maids to attend, and told the others to board different carriages.