Chapter 104

Ghost Market.

The key lies in the word “ghost.”

The goods here come from all across the south and north rivers, from the ends of the earth.

Immortal treasures, divine weapons, sacred arts, celestial rarities, even living people—all are available.

But the word “ghost” already reveals everything—do they truly exist?

That depends on your own discernment.

Goods sold are final, no returns or exchanges.

Dou Changsheng wore a black robe and a monkey mask over his face,

Ye Feng then recounted in detail his morning meeting with the Gu family father and son at the hotel, omitting only his clash with Zhao Yan—he didn’t want Fan Jian and Jin Gou worrying about him.

Though they didn’t know who the hidden enemy of the Cheng family was, now was the time to remove the tumor before confronting the lurking foe.

Though his business trip kept him busy, he still had ways to know whether Su Yujing was well and where she was.

“I’m fine,” Su Yujing knew—could she still dare to wander out? She couldn’t tell left from right anymore, couldn’t make sense of anything; she wouldn’t dare anymore.

Lu Qianmo was still pondering who the final expert had been, unaware of Yun Moxi’s actions.

He glared at the tattooed man, then glanced at the scratches on the Chevrolet, but how much damage could a pedal tricycle really do? Judging by the situation, a few hundred yuan should suffice for repairs; at most, ten thousand yuan would fix it.

“Alright, mission accomplished! Let’s go!” With a snap of Ajie’s fingers, the space came alive again—but the scene inside stunned everyone.

Though she wasn’t born into the Chuan family, her own family was very wealthy, yet not a single member of her household could possibly have 15 billion cash in their bank accounts.

Ajie and his group were very familiar with this yao clan settlement, having often come here to cause trouble; they knew the households well and naturally knew where Tao Yao lived. With Ajie and Atao’s abilities, slipping in unnoticed to do something was no challenge.

Soon, Mo Xingguang returned to the room. He saw Xu Qiyun already asleep in bed, and hurried over to the bedside.

Voices of agreement rose one after another; at this moment, the six SSS-ranked Blue Star humans were stirred to the core.

To wipe out such a force entirely, even deploying the First Legion would require full strength—how could anyone possibly spare a thought for Fourteenth Brother’s safety during the battle?

This man was a Hundred-Man Commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, with his own men under command; moreover, he came from a prominent family in Ying Tianfu —his household surely wouldn’t let him arrive alone; he’d surely be given some retainers. Yet he was so badly wounded—had something major happened in just two days?

Xia Wan’er couldn’t dodge in time; her head slammed straight into the one-way glass wall of the VVIP room. A ringing echoed in her skull. She felt as if half her head had vanished; numbness lasted for a long while before a searing pain set in, her vision darkened, waves of dizziness washed over her, her consciousness grew hazy, and a metallic sweetness filled her mouth.

The Ice Soul Cold Light was an object of extreme cold, capable of instantly freezing a Great Sage’s spirit and soul into shatters—its power was extraordinary, especially in the hands of Xuanbing Daoist, a Great Sage of the Eighth Transformation.

Though this secret technique was powerful, its consumption was immense—the constant burning of Sacred Power would eventually overwhelm him.

“Your Highness, for now, patience is best. Use this opportunity to let your fief recover and rest; once the situation stabilizes, we can plan again,” Guo Jia advised.

Long Fei chuckled teasingly, yet Qin Yu, as a Level member, showed no trace of authority, nor did he ever lose his temper with Long Fei.

Countless eyes turned toward the four Imperial Sky Vessels; every face bore deep shock.

He roared aloud, gripping a magical iron shovel in his hand and slashing it hard toward the opening—if it struck, Chen Hao would die.