Chapter 112: The Struggle for the Legacy

Ding dong—

【Welcome to the Continent Hotel】

After the door opened and they entered.

The interior was quite different from what Wu Wang had imagined.

From outside, it looked like nothing more than a poorly run tavern.

But inside, they discovered it wasn’t even a tavern!

It was a damn hotel!?

Its opulent appearance was astonishing.

Its size far exceeded what it had appeared to be from outside.

I place great importance on the shipping project, and the entire company does too, so I started by reviewing everything related to it.

Zhao Ling’er responded and helped Ye Qing walk toward where the grandmother had fainted. Ye Qing bent down, grabbed the grandmother’s hand, and felt her pulse. He sighed deeply—her face was pale, her pulse gone, her heart still. The grandmother was dead.

I always thought the Ghost-Controlling Clan mentioned by Han Zhenghuan was a mighty, illustrious family. I never expected it to be like this.

The dishes arrived. Shuishui ordered an extra stew for each person, but each had to choose their own type.

“How is it? Delicious, right?” Long Yichen glanced at them, then immediately went back to devouring his food.

Ye Qing did not answer, only stared at her. Dao Baifeng, seeing Ye Qing’s silence, did not press further.

My heart jolted in fear—I turned to look, and the coffin lid had been pushed open. Inside lay a child dressed in black, about six or seven years old.

“...Forget it, Tian Lao. Let me try first.” Long Yichen’s aura suddenly solidified, all his Earth Martial Qi rapidly swirling through his internal meridians.

Nan Yu did not argue or dispute with Wei Shan, even though she clearly knew Wei Shan had provoked this. Nan Yu kept repeating that it was Manager Jin’s decision, placing Jin Nanfeng squarely in charge.

“Manager Feng! Waaah! I really didn’t lie to you!” Fusheng wept on the ground, still babbling.

She set down the core and kept walking, scanning—this place seemed to have these fourth-stage beast cores everywhere; they weren’t rare treasures, so she didn’t want them.

“Apologize? They came after me first, and now they want me to apologize to them?! I’m not going! Hmph! Let them come if they want!” Fusheng stormed into the office.

“I thought you were just bored, but I didn’t know you had delusions. Why would I have ever met you? Or if I did, why would I remember you?!” Tang Weiwei looked at the blue-robed youth as if he were an idiot.

Guo’er did not directly answer Chu Yang’s question. Instead, she made a strange, intricate gesture with her hands in midair—suddenly, a brilliant crimson flame erupted from her palms and shot swiftly toward a table in the room.

The master of this army now raced at the very front of the formation, launching the fiercest assault toward the direction where the enemy forces were reported.

The teleportation array itself is derived from the Eight Trigrams, and Chen Fei, who masters all variations of the Eight Trigrams array, instantly sensed how the teleportation array functioned.

At a glance, the flower looked like a bouquet of roses—but upon closer inspection, most people would be dazzled: each rose in the bouquet bore a dazzling diamond.

An exceptionally brutal mental shockwave roared forth—this was no test, but a genuine mental attack. Ordinary cultivation experts would surely collapse, nine out of ten driven mad. Yet strangely, this rough middle-aged man blocked it effortlessly.

Human figures and battle golems interwove, combat erupting in violent explosions, the sound deafening.

The brightness in Wang Tian’s eyes gradually dimmed; his disappointment was plain to see. No matter how strong he appeared before Wang Niu, he was still just a teenager.

Pang Huaiyuan never revealed the purpose of this trip. But it yielded an unexpected gain: since Wu Jiangkai intended to join his sect, handling Li Liguo’s affairs would be effortless. He’d observe for a while longer before acting.