Chapter 90: I Need a Warrior Willing to Die

Hong Sect Club.

It was located on the topmost deck of the cruise ship Marie.

There was only one rule for entering this floor — 【Obtain an Invitation】.

What seemed like a simple rule had, for all these years, kept out the powerful and the wealthy who wished to enter, because no one knew who issued the invitations.

And those who had, by chance, obtained an identity token—

Once they received the invitation, they would absolutely never spread the word.

In this seemingly—

But he did not get to enjoy such tenderness for long before it was replaced by a piercing pain, hurting him to the point that he regretted coming out. It was not something a man like him could endure—this feeling of a living death. He used to be a young master who never lifted a finger for himself, who had everything handed to him on a silver platter.

At that thought, his ambition surged once more. He straightened his back, looked up, and saw a Daoist walking down from the peak, carrying a basket on the end of a sharp hoe. The basket was filled with all manner of wild herbs—he had come to Shenshan to gather medicinal plants.

After a hearty meal, he headed to the big supermarket downtown, intending to pick up some Shuchuan specialties to bring home.

This time, going on the campaign in person, Liu Yu planned to take Liu Bei down in one strike. But once he left Luoyang City, he had no idea when he could return. The most pressing matter at hand was to pacify his harem.

Only thirty yuan was really too little—not even enough to buy a decent bowl of beef noodles in Jianghai City.

Later, Bai Ling heard Zhunian say that Yingxi had still been punished with exile to a bitter, cold land for thirty thousand years. However, Zhunian said this outcome was beyond their expectations, and he was very grateful that she had helped plead on his behalf.

As for the system, he guessed it was also some kind of concentrated energy body, so it should, like the Lucky Aura, be able to transfer back along with the physical body.

In fact, the moment Jin Shangyu spoke, Ran Yuru and Duan Yunyan exchanged a glance. They knew what Jin Shangyu was thinking, and they knew even better that this court would surely undergo a great upheaval.

This time, Jin Shangyu had no plan, and at one moment even cast a glance toward Murong Yuyan beside him.

Just how fearsome was this? Given time to grow, how unimaginable would her offensive power become?

Every morning he still persisted in practicing the spear thrust. The long-spear formation was the only array Wanhua could think of that could deal with the Fire Dragon King, so practicing the spear thrust absolutely could not be taken lightly.

Similar to the story of the Jiao-Wei Qin, back in the day Cai Yong was passing through Keting in Kuaiji when a gust of wind blew through, and he judged that the sixteenth bamboo used as a roof beam could be made into a flute. Upon taking it, "it indeed produced an extraordinary sound"—and that was the origin of the name Keting Flute.

Seeing this scene, Yin Yu below the arena clenched his fists, a look of deep worry crossing his face.

The moment his palm touched the stele, his name appeared at the very bottom. Immediately after, the two characters "Zhou Xiao" slowly rose, moving toward the roster in the center of the stele.

He was fleeing desperately, but no matter how he ran, he could always hear the clashing of the golden hooks, as if they were ringing right beside his ears.

Liu Yanyan crept out timidly from behind the wall, awkwardly scratched her cheek, then put her palms together in a pleading bow.

"But every time you had a physical exam, no one ever said you were malnourished." Feng Yiming tossed down the pork knuckle, pulled out a cigarette case, lit one, and then tossed it over.

Ye Yingfan furrowed his brow. What he cared about was not whether Han Huatuo had the skill, but the combination of these three from the Pan family itself.

Li Lin held the javelin level across his chest, and just then the fish's attack came. Its enormous tail swept viciously inward at Li Lin, but it did not strike Li Lin directly—it struck the javelin held across Li Lin's chest.

Watching Zhou Yifei's obvious delight, Grandmother Zhou smiled and nodded. She had refused to intervene earlier because the matter could not be resolved—naturally one should not touch a pool of muddy water. Now that a chance to settle it had appeared, serving as a witness could also repay some of the favor owed to Fang Hanbo back in the day.