Chapter 298: I Never Cheat—This Is All My Sweat and Effort!

Ga—Gaga—

Beneath a full moon, the black crows blended completely into the night.

After flapping their wings twice, they perched on tree branches and let out shrill cries.

Then two ghostly figures appeared atop the trees.

They immediately startled the crows into soaring far away.

The circus director also loosened his grip on the apartment manager’s hand.

After all, his own utterly weak brother.

Except for those eyes

Changle and the Hengshan Sect finally arrived at Longquan Sword Forge Valley; though called a forge valley, it resembled more of a fortress.

Mistress Dingyi, Lin Pingzhi, and the other Hengshan disciples lodged in a nearby town, waiting for Changle and Mistress Dingxian.

Fulin was naturally stunned at first, and a quiet fury rose swiftly within her.

“Thank you, Vice Dean,” Yan Se smiled upon hearing Changle’s promise; his greatest fear had been dying before seeing Ning Que defeat this formidable foe—now Changle had removed his worries.

But Sun Wukong, with Sun Wudao’s assistance, decided to delay the moment by drinking, hoping to deduce the Ox Demon King’s origins and intentions.

Zhan Guo considered: there were no better candidates; if Hyou and Seiji refused, he’d assign the Marshal position to Akainu.

He was astonished—was this lone spirit truly a ghost? It kept appearing silently, undetected even by him; only “powerful” could describe it.

If Ye Xiao had stayed low-key and carried out all of this covertly, there might still have been a chance for success.

Even so, she first fetched a towel, fashioned a simple mask, then crouched down to dig for crystal cores.

Judging by the number on the quest, she had killed 736 shrimp so far; next full moon night, she must kill 764 more to complete the task.

Jin Zhihuan unleashed his full combat power, raised his right fist, and slammed it forward; the two attacks collided instantly, producing a sound echoing across the sky.

Long Fei had just returned to the courtyard when he saw Overseer Zhao leading in a fat middle-aged man.

After leaving the outpost, Ye Tianze noticed that the spirit beasts of Buzhou Mountain had begun gathering, like an army gradually converging toward the outpost.

Liu Xuan wasn’t afraid—he simply thought they should first ascertain the opponent’s background before deciding; he wasn’t worried about Li Yunxiao, after all, the fellow’s combat strength was formidable, easily handling a few thugs.

Others, like Xiang Yu, were former nobles of Chu; these remnants of the Six States never ceased dreaming of overthrowing Qin rule and reclaiming power. Thus, they whispered behind the scenes, sowing discord and fracturing the mighty Qin Empire.

“Thank you, Master Furong. You’ve handled this well. Tomorrow, the family will deliver exactly what you requested,” Li Shouzu said, bowing respectfully before the man before him.

The white fox said nothing, kicked the table toward the two elders, then drew her sword and charged at them.

As for what Luo Hou intended to forge with the Chaos Iron—none of it concerned Liu Tian.

Qin Si’s ship landed in the courtyard; after stepping down, he instinctively checked the living room light—unfortunately, it was dark tonight, and the villa gate was shut. Assuming Mingzhi hadn’t returned yet, Qin Si was about to send her a message when a dark shadow suddenly leapt out of the courtyard, bouncing up to him.

“Then let this old man lift the spell on Xin’er!” the white-haired man spoke calmly, with refined composure.

“Come, Brother Han, let me introduce you to our External Affairs Hall’s Foundation Establishment…” Yao Guangsheng introduced Wu Tao to the other Foundation Establishment cultivators.

Qingling drank alone; the clear, glittering liquor slowly poured into his mouth—I was already half-drunk just from the scent. After eating some snacks and watching a dance performance, the hour grew late; I was tired.