Chapter 32: The Most Disdainful of Shen Jin

Madam Lu’s expression changed completely. She suppressed her anger and slapped the table.
“With Young Lord Xie imprisoned, do you think you can stay untouched? Husband and wife are one; if you and Manman lose the protection of the Marquis’s household, how will you survive in the capital?”
Lu Qingqing’s eyes turned slightly cold. These past few days, she had heard many rumors circulating in the streets. Her younger sister, Lu Chiying, had reached the age for marriage negotiations as well.
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“You just said you didn’t believe that story about the zither, and now you’re getting jealous again,” Pang Jian remarked.
“Speak, or I’ll break one of his arms first—” The masked man gave a signal, and immediately a man in black stepped forward, brandishing his knife at Li Shi’s arm.
When the newcomers were identified, Xingchen’s expression turned strange. It was actually him—the seventh elder of the Li family, whom he had defeated when he’d lost his memory. The thought that he had used the “Thousand-Year Strike” on him made Xingchen both disdain himself and want to burst out laughing.
Because there were many dwellings but few disciples on Yin-Yang Peak, most of the houses stood empty. Lin Feng had deliberately chosen a secluded residence, and with no one else living nearby, it was peaceful and isolated.
I don’t know how to eat things like lobster, but Pei Yanling seemed to see right through me; whatever was served, he prepared it for me and handed it over, making me feel thoroughly spoiled by him.
The auction was still in full swing, but at that moment Lin Feng was thinking about how to retrieve the Yin-Yang Divine Mill from Mi Xiao, while Mi Xiao was wondering how to deal with the Divine Mill in his hands. Whatever happened today, it must not get out.
“Please…” Lu Yue managed to squeeze out just one word before a pain seized her chest and she broke into a violent cough, leaving her weak and breathless as she lay on the bed, gasping for air.
I could sense that Xie Xiaofeng’s body remained tense, yet he maintained a beaming smile.
“This martial technique is one I’ve chosen for you after observing you for a long time and considering your quick and adaptable mind.”
“I’ll wash, I’ll wash—” Helena cried for mercy, plunging her hands into the basin and scrubbing the stiff cloths with all her strength. In no time, her hands became red and swollen.
In the days that followed, Dongfang Yunyang and a few other Akatsuki members, such as Ye Jiu, were quite idle, with little to do. Da Mu, Cang Tai, and the others helped resupply the sea ship, and now they were waiting for arrangements regarding Punk from the Ninja League.
Seeing that it was a call from Lin Lihui, she immediately flashed an apologetic look at Fang Shilong and then cheerfully answered the phone.
Zhou Dao, tormented to death by Jiang Chang’an, harbored a powerful grudge. Having been at the early Cave Ruins stage in life, even as a soul his power had reached the late Dao Fruit stage, far surpassing the other four.
As for Emperor Puguang, recently the southern country had again sent him a new batch of beauties. He had stopped attending court altogether, spending all his days carousing with them in the Palace of Cherished Splendor. Truly, “There is no bottom to the pit of pleasure and indulgence. The hardest thing is to forget a life of revelry. He cares nothing for state affairs, only for willow and blossom. For beauty, he would forsake the realm.”
Now, however, someone had suddenly stepped forward to claim that the Lamp of Immortality was not the personal artifact of Emperor Ziyou. No one could accept such a thing.
Not only that, but with an air of appraisal—left hand propping up the right elbow, right hand pinching the chin—he looked as if he were admiring a work of art, completely absorbed.
Disaster! Jiang Chang’an thought to himself. Hu Xiangrong had always been unable to tolerate those so-called righteous people who prattled about justice but did things worse than pigs or dogs, and she was particularly sensitive to the phrase “remnants of the demon clan.”
However, Doug seemed quite skilled with the blade. The serrated ninja sword in his hand parried Dongfang Yunyang’s flurry of slashes, and in the process, an eerie blue energy surged from the jagged blade.
The two of them dressed, washed up, and sat at the table, eating the congee prepared by the proprietress.