Chapter 45: Teaching Chu Tian a Lesson
Hearing Cheng Lu’s words, Chu Tian grinned smugly. “Did you see that? You want to drive me away? I think it’s you who should leave. And you dared show disrespect to my father—rest assured, I will hold you accountable for that.”
“Master Chu Tian, grant me this favor and let the matter rest,” Cheng Lu replied with a triumphant smile.
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Duanmu Yan smiled, though that was not the primary reason; the key, after all, was Luo Xiu’s own excellence.
But now, all that responsibility had fallen solely upon Su Yu’s shoulders, and the two of them felt a deep sense of guilt.
Thus, with the Chen family’s wealth, they supported Chen Xinghan, enabling him to successfully become a disciple of the great scholar in the city.
From the enormous funnel rose thick, viscous slime and massive green tentacles, terrifying material energy gathering within the sticky fluid.
These people had all been seized hurriedly and had no documents with them, so this was the only method available.
The first piece of information was clear: Deputy Director Yang of the Investigation Bureau—Bai Yu had heard of him, knowing he too was a practitioner of the Ancient God system.
Jiang Ning squatted in front of the Ghost Market Master, watching him up close as he lay motionless on the ground like a pile of mud. At last, some of her anger subsided.
She practiced every boxing technique she knew on every part of Chu Lingxiao’s body in succession.
With the same cultivation method, others needed ten years to master it, but she needed only one. Her strength was so formidable that even Chu Lingxiao was not confident of victory against her.
Ye Tianming took a deep breath. All he could do was work even harder; only with strength could he glimpse a vaster world.
“Ye Er, is there any danger at the Shattered Ice Cliff? Tell me about it!” Since arriving in the Spirit Realm, Lan Zimo was completely clueless about its many places and matters—like a newborn child who understood nothing. She desperately needed someone to teach her about the history and hazards of the Spirit Realm.
A Chaotic Holy Sovereign’s gaze was as sharp as a torch, his eyes fixed on the River of Fate, like twin flames trying to pierce through its depths. Yet all this effort was in vain.
As she mounted her horse, Long Shiyuan’s lifeless eyes silently glanced from the front of the City Lord’s Manor, passing over the old man who still stood there.
Liang Yubo chuckled softly, glancing at Shen Qianqian’s belly with an unreadable expression. If consciousness could speak, the sigh in Liang Yubo’s heart would have been unbearably heavy. At that moment, the elevator arrived at the first floor, and the two of them stepped out together.
To become the captain of the Radiance Caravan and lead it to such heights, Sima Ye clearly possessed a certain personal charisma.
“Everyone makes mistakes, even the best horses stumble. Maybe it’s just not my day,” Luo Qingyin replied casually.
Everyone looked dismayed; for any cultivator, their storage treasures were of utmost importance. They had spent their lives striving, and nearly all their valuables were kept within their storage pouches.
“My lady, I’m considering chopping off a few of Ah Feng’s hands,” Ye Qinghan’s voice was low and husky, carrying a sensual depth.
Ordinarily, after an advancement, the radiant glow would gradually fade and the spiritual energy would stabilize.
Fiery and eager gazes fell upon them, and Di Jiuyue’s brows knit almost imperceptibly.
Long Teng and the others broke through the siege and each seized a warhorse. Thinking they would switch to traveling on foot, they pressed on day and night toward Bichi. The five rode nonstop, eating and drinking in the saddle, and after a full day and night finally reached the oasis—only to encounter Xi Feng there.
Zhang Kuang had considered: if he could win over the genius smith, A Jiao, it wouldn’t be long before he secured a place in the martial world. He could even found his own sect and become a grandmaster of his generation.