Volume 1, Chapter 28: The Grand Bazaar

"Haha, Uncle Li, stop flattering me, or I'll get big-headed. Old Wu made his point so clearly; if I didn't catch on, wouldn't that be a slap in his face?" I grinned.

The Fel Executioner Griffin’s attack surged toward Ye Xuan. Kumu watched, knowing that trying to block such an assault with bare hands would be suicidal, yet failing to do so would spell disaster for the soldiers behind him. Kumu glared at the Fel Executioner, incensed that such a degenerate would show no mercy even to his own kind.

The implication of my words was clear: Master, if you haven't grasped the situation here, it would be best not to speak of these matters. If A-Nian starts acting up again, who knows what might happen?

"What do you mean by that? Do you think I'm a coward who fears death?" Aman still had a spine, and deep down, he believed in Ye Xuan. How could someone capable of defeating a Fel Demon be this weak?

His hands moved in a rapid blur as his apricot-yellow profound energy surged. He sent the nearby clansmen flying, then, like a ravenous, maddened tiger, he lunged wildly toward Liu Yang.

While Liu Yang was still lost in his delusions, Li Ling, who sat beside him, grabbed a handful of melon seeds and cracked a few. Then, she raised her hand nonchalantly and called out in a crisp, clear voice.

The sheer pressure alone was enough to make Ji Changfeng feel deeply uneasy; otherwise, he wouldn't have recruited the Nurarihyon to deal with Zhou Tai and Song Buwei previously. Caught in the moment, Ji Changfeng broke into a cold sweat, though he kept up a facade of nonchalance, picking up a cup of fragrant tea from the bedside table to take a sip.

"Fine, my sister has agreed!" Lin Mieshen’s attitude was much better now, largely because Lin Feng’s strength had earned his begrudging respect. Although he relied on external objects, he still possessed formidable power of his own.

Over three hundred battle-hardened elite cavalrymen found themselves completely helpless against a militia of five hundred who could only be described as a disorganized rabble.

She had long been looking for an opportunity to settle her old scores, but the woman had been hiding in Feng Qingcang’s residence, and despite waiting for so long, she had never found an opening to strike.

Yet, she knew this was the best course of action for now, and it would also facilitate the completion of her work in the future.

Furthermore, the Qingming Festival is in just a few days… a holiday that always evokes a sense of melancholy.

Buying a mountain these days, especially in such an underdeveloped area, is hardly a difficult task.

When he saw the photo of the elevator stained with blood, his pupils constricted—this was Xin'er's blood.

Logically speaking, since Qian Hujiao was a discarded pawn of Dugu Liuyun, she should have had no way of knowing his whereabouts.

It turned out that it wasn't a wall at all, but a "wall" forged from a white curtain. However, because the dungeon was dimly lit and the curtain was placed in the shadows, the two of them hadn't noticed.

When he suddenly woke from his dream, he heard Ding Cong anxiously knocking on the door outside. He hurriedly wrapped himself in a large towel and stepped out of the bathtub.

Even after Weimiao stammered out everything she knew, Jing Tian remained seated on the daybed, expressionless and motionless.

He made her leave, so she left; he told her to stay, so she stayed. All this time, what exactly had he considered her to be?

Hearing this, everyone turned toward the door in unison. Seeing it was Zhou Ruoyan, Dong Lei, who was sitting near the entrance, stepped forward to help her carry the soup to the table.

After a moment of thought, Zheng Chenheng went to the cellar for a bottle of red wine, opened it, and placed it on the dining table. He noticed Xichen making a call from outside. Zheng Xichen looked at the gifts and cake on the living room coffee table with surprise, but upon reflection, he understood why they were there.

Leng Yehan fully understood Leng Xiyan’s heart. The words of encouragement she spoke and her sunny, positive attitude were meant not only for himself but, even more so, to cheer on her younger brother.

Chu Xinran shrieked hysterically, already sobbing uncontrollably. This pitiful, tear-streaked sight moved Leng Yehan, and he pulled her tightly into his arms, his heart aching for her.

"I... I don't want to think about it so much..." Chu Xinran finally reined in her temper. Though she refused to admit it aloud, she was deeply worried about Luo Yifan in her heart.

The rogue cultivators thought to themselves, *Heh, just wait until you get sanctioned!* Everyone imagined Li Xianyi suddenly unsheathing a flying sword to strike down this great demon king, then offering words of comfort to them all, perhaps even distributing the broken magical artifacts that Lu Shu had dug up but hadn't yet consumed.

The old man’s face was grim. He furrowed his brows, took a deep breath, and waved them away before heading to the top-floor room alone. Pushing open the door, he saw a figure curled up on the sofa, staring blankly at the swirling snow outside the window, looking utterly lifeless.

The once lightning-fast, fatal strike, under the influence of a mind enhanced a thousandfold, now appeared as slow as a snail.

A family of such stature had been encountered by someone like himself—not through a friendly meeting, but as enemies. Without even realizing it, he and his companions had gained such a powerful adversary.

A crescent moon hung in the sky. The early spring morning was still a bit chilly as Wu Song and Wang Erniu each enjoyed a bowl of plain noodle soup and two pounds of cooked beef, steaming hot and immensely satisfying.

"Alright, let's discuss this later. Let's go check on those helicopters; that's the real priority," Futian Yifu walked over and gestured for them to move on.