Chapter 168: Fang Zhiyin Is the Better Match

At those words, even Shen Qinglan, who had been smoking on the balcony, could not help glancing inside.

Everything had spiraled out of control.

It had all gone out of control.

After shouting, Wen Ni trembled all over. “Zhou Jingyi, I’m doing quite well now. I’ve avenged myself and even become the Jiang family’s young mistress. Jiang Shaozhang treats me well, and I’m satisfied. I don’t want anything more to do with your Zhou family.”

In the end,

Wen Ni hurriedly left him with one final sentence. “Take care of yourself.”

Then she turned and walked away without the slightest hesitation.

As the voice faded, the Dao resonance immediately spread amid the thunderous roar, and streaks of profound light burst forth. This light came from the Creation Jade Butterfly, densely packed as it surged in every direction.

In the past, those terrifying powerhouses would certainly have flung away their sleeves and left. But after Xue Qing’s breakthrough, they could no longer stand on equal footing with her as they once had. Thus, they all fell silent and did not depart, merely asking Xuelan and the others to arrange a quiet place where they could wait.

Xueyi and Xuelan also understood why Tang Yi had acted as he did. Their expressions were both unpleasant. After all, anyone would feel uncomfortable upon realizing they had been manipulated without noticing, especially Xueyi, whose eyes held a trace of grievance as she looked at Tang Yi.

To reach Lin Xuyang’s level of ruthless flower-destroying skill, one had to study certain special knowledge—or have some extraordinary encounter.

Le Zhiyang tried to draw breath, but found he could not breathe. He tried to close his eyes, but his eyes had stiffened like stone. In the span of a single thought, the flower branch had already reached his face. The blossoms had not yet withered; their stamens protruded, beaded with dew, swaying with graceful charm.

Leng Xuan had never imagined that Le Zhiyang’s legs had healed. Caught off guard, he grabbed the Brocade-clad Guard beside him and shoved him forward without a second thought.

Bang!

The two collided, followed by a string of cracking bones. Leng Xuan retreated slightly and released his grip. The two men before him collapsed limply, both coughing blood and unable to struggle back to their feet.

Xi Yingzhen waved a hand. “Go. I’m entering meditation.”

Le Zhiyang had no choice but to withdraw. As he stepped out, he suddenly saw Xi Yingzhen’s white brows drawn tightly together, his face covered in gloom.

“The task you gave me has been completed perfectly.” Lin Xuyang looked up and focused his eyes, only to see the Ash-Blowing Daoist poking his head out and smiling at him.

“Hmph! With your few specks of starlight, you dare compete with the sun and moon? Since you have spoken such arrogant words, I cannot spare you. Leave your life behind!”

The soul imprint of Enta wore an angry expression and transformed one hand into a blade, slashing toward the body condensed from Guyun’s physical form.

Among the disciples watching, one spoke in astonishment. Hu Yun and the others immediately looked extremely embarrassed.

In truth, bulletproof vests also came in different grades. Modern bulletproof vests were generally made from high-performance fibers such as Kevlar. They were lightweight, did not hinder tactical movement, and possessed great toughness; stopping ordinary handgun rounds was no problem.

She was so charming that even her attempt at playing dumb resembled the real thing by only three parts. Anyone could see through it. It was as though the words had been written plainly across her face, announcing unmistakably: I’m only pretending to be stupid.

Su Weiwu was somewhat surprised that Quan Shaoting had not taken Tang Aina with him when he left. She felt uncomfortable and was even less willing to exchange false pleasantries with Tang Aina, not bothering to spare her so much as a glance.

She remembered that this seat had been assigned by Zhang Xia, the director of academic affairs. At the time, Zhang Xia had even said to the original owner, “Trash belongs beside the trash bin.”

Gao Fuli reached out to stop Steel, but Steel’s chest had long since been filled with hatred. How could he possibly hear any words of restraint?

The Daoist gave an assent and immediately walked out. With a single movement of lightness skill, Yefeng swept over, rolled up the painting, and put it away.

The ghost messenger’s merit points came precisely from these two duties: first, escorting ghosts whose allotted lifespans were nearly exhausted down to the underworld; second, capturing demons who caused trouble.

“Of course. I took a week off. There’s nothing to do at home, so I thought I’d come over and keep you company.”

As Qiye finished speaking, he heard cheers from the other end of the phone, along with Aunt Fu’s voice.