Chapter 99: The Terrifying Lin Ran

Everyone has certain ingrained patterns of thought that cannot be changed.

The elites of England are no exception.

Hugh Barton could never have imagined that Lin Ran would place such trust in Xu Aizhou, giving him an authorization document with no designated recipient.

Because this meant Xu Aizhou could fill in any name he wished as the recipient.

Generally, according to commercial convention, the recipient must be a real individual or enterprise.

Years of painstaking effort

Mickel and his son Booker exchanged a glance; in that instant, both felt a chill run down their spines, especially Mickel, who felt something pierce through his body, sending a shiver from head to toe, every hair on his skin standing on end.

“If we pause here, the meaning of the whole sentence feels more appropriate.” Having been alone so long, Xiang An had learned to converse with himself. And after years of contemplation, he had developed his own insights into the Chaos Scripture.

“Master, don’t blame my sister—it was my fault for not controlling my strength and injuring him. Please punish me,” Xiang An immediately got off the bed despite his weakness and knelt on the ground.

The Crown Prince knew his sister had spoken improperly, and that Hong Ji’s behavior was entirely his own fault, but being fond of his sister, he would never let Ling Yun apologize; instead, he looked at Hong Ji, hoping she would understand his apology.

As they drew closer, the terrifying aura of the Level Four beast became overwhelmingly obvious, causing the evacuating students to panic further.

The intense pain stirred rage in the giant; he stiffened his neck, strode over to the child, and kicked out.

But one sect master, a genius of heavenly caliber, reached the Earth Immortal realm in merely a few decades.

Li Yuan’s destination was the nearest marketplace established by the Hidden Spirit Valley, reachable in about an hour by a Qi Condensation Seventh Layer cultivator using a flying artifact.

In an instant, two talismans transformed into two icy spears, sharp with chilling energy, colliding with the artifacts of the two Yin Demon Sect cultivators and forcibly blocking them.

Of course, what mattered most now was not these matters, but how to face the trial of Wan Yao Mountain. When Jiang Ning parted from Wu Di Qilin, through his spiritual sense he had heard many strange sounds; had he not recalled past lessons and promptly retracted his spiritual sense, the same situation as last time—when his master Jiang Fuzi appeared—would have occurred again.

Because he could not cultivate the Emperor Scripture, Master Jiang had sought out many cultivation methods for him; over the years, he had seen countless scriptures and techniques, bizarre and varied, yet all shared one common trait—he could not cultivate any of them.

The moment he spoke, several towering, grotesque simian bio-automatons halted their punches and ceased their attacks.

“Let Master Wu take a look at you—I’m worried about your pale complexion…” Lin Mo said with concern.

Because many people in Sili Village are skilled at cultivating Bailing grass; though the survival rate is not high, it still brings the village substantial income.

At the same time, a thunderous roar of countless beasts stampeding overhead interrupted Jiang Ning’s attempt to examine the spoon.

Moreover, during this past month, Jiang Ning spent most of his time cultivating the Lin Character Art to restore his stamina for manual labor—until he met Bei Yin Zhiyao and discovered that the Lin Character Art had granted him extraordinary power.

Chen Dong has taken away so many people from these tribes; soon after Chen Dong left, the tribal chieftains had already gathered to discuss this issue.

“Our son finally became a policeman—why can’t we all have a good meal to celebrate?” Auntie had a fiery temper, and with her strong build, she easily overwhelmed her husband’s defiance.

The recording was never made public because Zhao Yinzhou found it inappropriate and persuaded Wu Zhizhi to agree.