Chapter 28: The Charlatan Master Li

The old man cast a casual glance at the woman, stepped forward, and crouched down to inspect the young boy in her arms with an air of practiced professionalism.

He feigned the act of counting on his fingers, made a few random gestures, and then his expression shifted into one of shock.

"This is bad! The child has been afflicted by an evil spirit! Has a woman of about fifty years old, who has had an abortion, visited your home recently?"

Upon hearing this, the woman’s expression turned even more reverent, and she began to kowtow violently on the ground.

"Master, you are truly..."

As he braced himself, he took immediate action. With a whoosh, a nondescript, jet-black bead appeared in his hand.

These three Saintly Dao Lords were no ordinary beings; each was an ancient monster who had lived for thousands, if not tens of thousands, of years. Yet, Ye Shaoxuan was inexplicably confident in his ability to kill them all. Don’t ask him why.

Suddenly, a ceaseless surge of martial energy flowed through the Path of Immortals, condensing into a torrent that erupted from his dantian, beyond Ye Shaoxuan’s control.

Sigh... the Path of Trials had actually turned into a path of riddles; Shenxing Wuji was utterly dumbfounded. However, he had learned his lesson this time, and as he retreated, he began marking the trees. Marking?

At this point in the conversation, Ye Shaoxuan subconsciously wrapped his arm around Luo Ge’s shoulders, a gesture devoid of any specific reason.

Prompted by the male officer’s words, Li Zixiao looked up. At the sight, the deep displeasure on his face softened significantly, and a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

It was nearly dusk, and that blue silhouette was so clear and distinct against the setting sun. Ye Shaoxuan followed closely behind her, gliding across the vast sky.

Li Zixiao changed the subject. He felt that Liu Fang was extremely sensitive; once she latched onto an issue, she would never let it go.

Twenty-eight years old. While you are still worrying about making a living at twenty-eight, they have already become billionaires—an achievement some never attain in their entire lives.

"Not exactly. To be precise, I am nothing at the moment." Hearing this, Luo Zhongxun couldn't help but frown. Could this handsome young man before him be just another spoiled rich kid who relied entirely on his family?

Whispering to herself, Ye Tingting seemed satisfied with Yang Luo’s answer, a smile appearing on her face.

She smacked her lips, sniffled, and said, "Easier said than done! Becoming an immortal isn't that simple!" With that, she flopped back down onto the bed, intending to go to sleep.

Beidou saw that the Ghost King Flames he had unleashed had gathered once more after dissipating. Beside Vergil, they gradually condensed into a tall figure. However, no matter how hard Beidou tried, he could not make out the man's face; it was just like the leader of the sect.

Among these people were several of Qi Yu’s "acquaintances," including a few former S-rank guardians. Two of them possessed an imposing aura, their strength clearly far superior to the others.

Yet, despite sitting next to each other for a year—no, two years, including middle school—he realized he didn't know what Xia Xin'er’s hobbies were, nor what she liked. Furthermore, even if he did know, he would likely be just as inept at those things as he had always been.

Consequently, Ziqing had no choice but to follow the routine as before, eating when hungry and drinking when thirsty... fully indulging in the experience of being a "mortal."

In terms of quality, this siege was no less formidable than the previous attack. Unfortunately, I had no intention of giving them another chance. Overwhelming them with sheer force, my sword pressure not only instantly engulfed the three of them but sent them flying.

Back then, the two of them would always team up to target Chu Yan. No matter how capable she was, she was ultimately outnumbered, and it was common for her to be teased until she cried.

John’s luck was a bit poor, only seventeen, while Catherine’s luck was quite good, at twenty.

It was just like a class monitor election; even if you had no particular feelings for someone, if you knew they had been a class monitor before or had held the position for a long time—as long as you didn't absolutely despise them—you would just cast your vote for them out of habit.

Beyond shock, Bu Chengqi felt a sense of confusion. Since he had no chance at all, why did Wu Daozi choose him as a partner?