Chapter 29: The Trouble with Being Both Dim-Witted and Talkative

Yet, the matter was far from over. Wen Xianglian’s story had spread everywhere, to the point that even the old patriarch specifically called his son to ask about his granddaughter-in-law’s plan to take the university entrance exam.

Factory Director Wen was not one to boast; he had always been a man of low profile. He simply replied, "The child is eager to learn. Zongfu lacks that kind of ambition, so we shouldn't discourage the child, should we?"

The old patriarch remarked, "Taking the university exam is a good thing. Don't let the opinions of outsiders..."

When the transaction price surged in one go to 20,000 high-grade energy crystals of the Quapin variety, the bidding finally began to taper off.

The posturing had been grand, yet after ten years of struggle, there were no tangible results. On the contrary, many clansmen were assassinated, and in the end, they were forced to settle the matter through reconciliation, letting it fade into obscurity. For so long, the formidable and murderous Pure World Killing Altar had remained a mystery.

The black needle darted frantically through the air, but the previously vanished, naked figure suddenly appeared right before the dense swarm of needles, saving them quite a bit of effort.

Yan Yuncheng spoke his thoughts truthfully. His experiences within the several portals of light felt dreamlike—so incredibly real, yet capable of altering the trajectory of a person's life. It was truly baffling to him; it seemed impossible that such things could be anything other than a dream.

As for Jing Fanchen, his old ailments had been cured, and his cultivation had returned to the high stage of the Meridian-Opening Realm. After switching to a new internal cultivation method, his strength had improved significantly. His aura was unfathomable; even Ye Yang felt immense pressure when facing him, unable to gauge the depth of his power. If he were to strike with his blade now, Ye Yang feared he wouldn't even have a chance to flee.

"All of you, be silent!" Han Ding slammed his hand heavily onto the table, and the room instantly fell into a deathly silence.

"Let us save this wine for another day. Miss, farewell." After offering his goodbyes, Lan Gongwei hurried out of the cabin door, feeling bashful, then leaped onto the river, stepping across the waves as he drifted toward the shore.

Huang Ximo lay covered in blood, scorched by raging fire. A look of agony etched onto his face, he curled up on the ground, his breath shallow as he slipped into a deep, unconscious slumber.

"Is that so?" Liu Zeyang bit the beef off the skewer, then with a flick of his wrist, pressed the tip of the skewer against Zhang Zhonghui’s throat.

Furthermore, the bodies of these parasites, which existed in such vast numbers, contained materials imbued with special negative forces such as death, darkness, and corrosion.

"Another glass!" President Qian’s gaze turned increasingly malicious, wishing he could pluck this tender, blossoming flower right then and there.

When the magic staff brushed aside the final cluster of bushes that had been obscuring the view, what first caught the eye was a stretch of dazzling azure, reflected by the sunlight as if countless golden shards had been crushed into it. A midsummer breeze swept across, causing the azure and the brilliant gold to dance and blend together, melting into a landscape of colors as gorgeous and romantic as a dream.

Many goblins hurried out of their homes, gathering in the flat areas of the Tower City, whispering to one another about the matter.

"Since it has come to this, there is no need for me to keep anything from you. I also wanted to ask you to give Gos a heads-up," Howard said, his gaze locking onto Li Li.

"This matter of mine is truly urgent; I need to head to the hotel. If you don't mind, come with me, and we can make use of the time on the road." President Zou had already risen and grabbed her bag.

Lin Piao watched as he used a whip to coil around the spinning top, then, sticking his backside out, he lashed it toward the open ground. With a sharp *thwack*, the top hit the ground, sprawling lifelessly before rolling a short distance away.

"Although we can all speak now, our instincts remain. Our bodies can secrete a special pheromone; any path we walk can be marked, and our clansmen can exchange this pheromone with one another, transmitting the routes they have traveled directly to others."

"Mr. Su, let me blow the dust off your coat for you." Without waiting for an answer, she reached out to remove Su Yuan'an’s jacket.