Chapter Seventy-Eight: Jin Bao’er Is Bullied

Yanxuan blinked, not quite understanding what the other meant. In the duel just now, it was clear he was being overpowered by Jin Minrong, and that was when Jin wasn’t even going all out.

“You think you lost, so I shouldn’t praise you?” Master Jin looked at Yanxuan, who nodded, and couldn’t help but laugh.

“That’s not how it works. Minrong is five years older than you..."

I shrugged, feigning ignorance. I couldn’t very well admit that all my ostentatious displays were just for advertising.

“My brother only gave me the list, not the funds. I had no other choice...” Tang Xuanye hurriedly defended himself.

“By the way, you should all withdraw as well. I’m staying—this black mist might be useful to me,” Zhan Tian said after some consideration.

Determined to teach Fan Lindai a lesson, I used something she’d once done against her—kidnapping. Naturally, those people I sent were only meant to scare her, just to keep her on edge.

Soon after, the people of Kunlun called out the names of everyone who had arrived, one after another, until nearly a dozen cultivation sects had assembled. Only then did they stop.

It was the opening stance of Tai Chi: Grasp Sparrow’s Tail, Single Whip, Raise Hands, White Crane Spreads Its Wings; Brush Knee and Step Forward, Colorful Hammer, Seal as if Closing, Cross Hands, Embrace Tiger and Return to Mountain.

The corridor was silent; whether nurses or orderlies, their footsteps made no sound.

This mongrel dog wasn’t fully grown yet, but according to the rank of the Black Fiend Celestial Hound, it should be Level 20 at birth, and at this size, should be at least Level 30. Yet it was only at Level 7—pathetically weak.

“Not bad. Based on my preliminary assessment, even if its bloodline doesn’t awaken, it might still be able to draw on certain unique traits,” Xu Budai remarked.

Life among outlaws was always lived on the edge of a knife—there was never a time without danger.

Who would have thought that the stern Lady of the Nine Netherworlds above, upon hearing Yan Yuncheng’s words, would unexpectedly nod and smile.

The cultivation of both Flameblade Sword Demon and Yan Yuncheng was insufficient to break through; the formation’s power simply repelled them.

However, someone like Ray Bosen would never so easily reveal his intentions. If he were to approach Ye Fan directly, it would certainly cause quite a stir.

Deng Yueryu arranged a few more matters, inquiring about the progress of the stockade’s walls and the cultivation of the fields.

Sun, the registrar, was clearly trying to make excuses, but Jiang Fei wouldn’t give him the chance. Today, they were here for military rations and weren’t afraid to escalate things.

It was precisely because of his arrogance and forceful control that she was bound to his side, which led Mo Shanshan to strike at the Chen Group, and drove her father to his untimely death in a fit of rage.

Fu Jinyan blocked the main road with his car. Refusing to move, he caused a long queue behind him, accompanied by the blaring of horns and the curses of several families who were just leaving the hospital after visiting patients.

After two months of recuperation, his wounds had mostly healed. Old Qi had already begun his rehabilitation training ten days ago, so now Deng Qianshan could slowly walk some distance on his own.

“Anhao, what’s wrong? What did Zhan Qiancheng just say to you? Why do you look so strange?” Su Yan looked at her in surprise, trying to read her expression.

On the other side, however, Daoist Miaozhen raised an eyebrow, a hint of disdain flashing across his face. Yet a terrifying surge was gathering in his hands, immortal power trembling, and a white light burst forth.

I was furious, angry at myself for carelessly admitting that I liked him. Li Tan simply put his arm around my shoulder and reminded us of the purpose of this trip: to eat, drink, play, and have fun.