Chapter 188: Only When Hung on the Wall Will They Be Well-Behaved

Zhou Mingfan’s implication could not have been more obvious.

Standing nearby, Jiang Shaobai listened, wondering how such an utter fool could have inexplicably emerged from the Zhou family.

Had Zhou Jingyi disliked Wen Ni, Zhou Mingfan’s words would have been understandable.

However, the man cherished Wen Ni to the very marrow of his bones.

The reason he was lying right here was precisely because of Wen Ni.

Yet Zhou Mingfan still dared to speak this way—how was he any different from an idiot?

"Well, well, Fan Yiming, are you trying to bully me for having a low IQ? This dress is already soaked through with my sweat, and you’re still telling me you can brush dust off it?" Hongmei interrogated Fan Yiming.

Right at that moment, the guest room door was pushed open once again. Ye Bai strolled out with a lazy expression, smiled at Yang Qing, and then, holding the white bath towel, walked straight into the first-floor bathroom.

"I will definitely visit when I have the time!" Yadong and Le Huan cupped their fists toward the group from Qidian and smiled.

Even if one were to conquer the entire world, if there was no beloved person in one's heart to love them back, true happiness would forever remain out of reach.

Yet the current voltage was merely 220V, standard residential household voltage, completely incapable of powering high-load machinery.

Ye Bai continued to exert himself with utmost concentration. The closer it came to the critical juncture, the less room there was for carelessness; falling short at the very last hurdle was bound to feel thoroughly agonizing.

However, before anyone could even approach the main hall, they saw a line of men in tailored suits—some carrying fruit baskets, others holding various precious nutritional supplements—already lined up outside the hall, waiting for their turn to visit.

"I originally had good intentions letting you eat, but look at you lot, each and every one of you listless, chewing on such good food only to spit it out. Since you want to waste provisions, then let's start the next subject immediately!" Xue Hao was utterly infuriated by the trainees who were simultaneously eating and vomiting. With a kick, he overturned their dining table.

The Foundation Establishment cultivator gazed at the strange figure in black, terror gripping his heart. Looking at the scene of carnage all around and recalling the five companions who had stepped outside just moments ago, smiling and carefree, he was now consumed by excruciating grief. As it turned out, cultivators and mortals were not so very different after all; perhaps it was simply that cultivators rarely experienced mortal agony.

Before his words had fully faded, a thin crimson line slit across his throat. With a ringing *clang*, his steel blade dropped and bounced off the floor; with a heavy *thud*, he fell flat backward, his breath instantly extinguished.

The two guards wore expressions of sheer terror, entirely too slow to react before their bodies were sliced into nothingness by the sword Qi.

Liwei clicked his tongue in amazement. To refine this thing, he had devoted eighty percent of his energy, exhausting countless precious treasures. The materials obtained from Tia had been entirely squandered, but fortunately, he had finally succeeded.

Once Aunt Fan took those two pots of flowers, hadn't she noticed her mind growing increasingly at ease? Why hadn't she recommended them to her old friends to come and buy some?

Dong Dami asked with a crying voice, "Mother, what are we going to do? Without Father hunting and selling furs, our family has no money. How are we ever going to pay this back?"

A burly, dark-skinned man clamped Dong Sisi under his arm, dragging her toward the carriage, while her three sisters had their hair yanked by two other men, leaving a massive clump of torn hair on the ground.

"Thirty soul pills? Why don't you just go rob someone! Soul pills are extremely precious treasures. Even if you sold me off, I wouldn't be worth that much. There's only one pill here—take it if you want, or get lost if you don't. Stop disturbing my quiet cultivation." Immortal Master Sun pulled a porcelain flask from his tunic, tossed it into Jin Yangtian's hands, and paid him no further mind.

"Get away! Don't you dare touch my mother!" She clung tightly to the hospital bed, but the bodyguards showed no mercy whatsoever, scattering the belongings in the hospital room all over the floor.

By the time dinner was ready, Yin Chuying prepared to call the children next door, but the moment she reached the place, the children came walking out on their own.

They even offered to surrender their tribe's grain, present their tribe's captives as tribute, and cede a portion of their tribal territory—setting aside such harsh conditions, they only prayed that the Han army would not exterminate them entirely like the previous tribes, and that their captives would not be made to sever the heads of their chieftains and clansmen.