Chapter 50: Finding a Way to Earn Some Money

“You really don’t know when to quit, do you? The IOU is right here—what more do you want?”

“This note says only fifty thousand. Nothing else is written here. Either you write everything down clearly for me, or no one is leaving!”

“I see how it is.” The burly man sneered. “So this kid wants a lesson, brothers—”

But then he raised his hand, signaling Taiyi not to lose his temper. He clasped his hands behind his back and gazed out toward the endless horizon, speaking as he did so.

Even from a distance, an overwhelming, sharp aura radiated from him, striking Cai Xu’s heart with an undeniable force.

“This Sea-Turning Ape’s power is indeed terrifying. It seems even the Divine Son of Sunlight cannot bring it down,” Master Kongdi and the others had been quietly assessing Yuan Fanhai’s strength. Now, seeing this, they realized that even the Divine Son of Sunlight had reached his limit.

At this moment, the missile was already nearing the planet Calcutta. The Yabonians had fled a minute earlier, and the Mobius Assassin had just left as well—barely had he departed when the missile arrived.

Ye Kai smiled again, his tone light. “What I know isn’t limited to just this.” Shen Sanniang suddenly fell silent.

Fortunately, Lin Di had no intention of joining officialdom; those open and hidden rivalries had little to do with him. As long as he behaved properly, he saw no need to humble himself unnecessarily.

The afterglow of sunset spread across the island, casting the distant mortal city in a warm orange-red haze, as if painting a richly colored scroll. The seaside scenery was truly splendid. Zhang Zhiping stood up, admiring the distant view. The agitation in his heart gradually faded—it truly was a beautiful day.

This was a blade forged from Lin Thirteen’s essence blood. Though it bore no official rank, its sharpness and hardness had subtly reached the level of a quasi-immortal artifact. That was why Lin Nan abandoned the black scabbard for this blood-red blade.

Now, though, the New World game no longer needed a special app or an upgrade to the game assistant for such things. A single phone call would suffice, and Lin Di had no wish to waste more time.

Even the exalted Primordial Sage himself could only barely maintain the relative purity of his Dao body—it was nearly impossible to cleanse it entirely.

Liang Qiu Hang said, “Alright then, keep me updated if anything happens.” He didn’t forget to remind Wu Juan, “Miss Juan, you should have some breakfast first. Xia Jie will come to relieve you soon, then you can go home and rest.” Wu Juan smiled gently and nodded.

On the eighteenth day of the twelfth month, the weather suddenly cleared. The sun shone warmly, dispelling the gloom of many days.

Money is always a good thing—most of the time, it sways people’s will. The matchmaker, upon hearing of the generous gift, bustled off to the groom’s house at once.

She herself wasn’t anxious, but some people outside were getting impatient. After waiting so long without any movement or sign of the barrier opening, they grew restless.

It wasn’t just the stench of blood—there was a heavy scent of decay as well! The group decided to use sound transmission instead.

“May I see your wound?” he asked, sighing at her evasive gaze. Helpless, Ning Bing exposed the scar on her arm.

He could sense Vicky and Ziyan, still stubbornly resisting within his domain, but he felt no concern.

Wu Juan had thought Yu Zhu had already left Changdong County. Liang Qiu Hang hadn’t mentioned her in his letter, so she hadn’t asked. Now it seemed they hadn’t left after all, and Wu Juan felt a faint, uneasy anxiety.

“Chief Liang Qiu, you flatter me. Your knowledge and insight far exceed mine—please, take a look at this for me.” Wu Juan handed over the envelope.

After realizing once again that Yan Ximo was ignoring her, Pei Yue felt deeply unsettled. Just as she was about to speak, Pei Li suddenly cut in.

“It should be about eighty thousand!” Guo Huai replied calmly, then suddenly drew a sharp breath.