Chapter 51: The Black Market

That day, Jiang Cha gathered a few friends together to discuss. They debated whether or not to disrupt Zhong Wanwan’s wedding. Although Zhong Wanwan appeared very reluctant, it was still a joyous occasion. If they were to spoil it, it would seem improper.

After hearing Jiang Cha, Zhong Jialin wholeheartedly agreed.

“I agree. Cousin Wanwan gets beaten up every day, but since she’s about to get married, that person hasn’t been bothering her lately.”

Seeing his arrogant, stubborn attitude, Ning Dai knew there was no way to politely decline this meal.

Mo Luzi, upon hearing this, leapt back and asked, “Boss, who exactly are these people? Why would they want to drug us out of nowhere?”

Originally, Chen Tianxiu had no intention of getting involved, but since he had already put Wu Di in the hospital, leaving the matter unresolved would surely bring trouble upon himself.

“May I now apply for the resident permit?” Ye Yu smiled gently at the elderly man behind the desk, interrupting the two men’s conversation.

“It’s nothing, just that the earlier exertion was a bit much,” Ye Yu replied calmly as he looked at Ya Yi.

At this moment, Su Yunqi no longer maintained a detached, spectator attitude. His eyes burned brightly, unwilling to blink as he scrutinized the night sky.

Han Sanbian suddenly felt a chill crawl up his spine, his hair standing on end with fright! Slowly turning back, he shone his candle into the muddy pit. Inside, the bloodied water churned as usual, showing no abnormalities. Han Sanbian exhaled in relief, thinking, “So those bubbles were just tricks—I nearly jumped out of my skin!”

No response came, which meant that the senior apprentice brother either hadn’t seen it or didn’t even have his phone.

Meanwhile, Chu Xun took out a multicolored crystal stone. This stone had been a gift from Nan Nan and had long been stored in the Wheel Sea without being retrieved. At this moment, relying on the crystal, Chu Xun couldn’t help but think fondly of Nan Nan.

Over there, Helian Yu had already unfolded his sandalwood bamboo fan, ready to lead the retreat at a moment’s notice. Lan Xuan and Lei Bao had also erected defensive shields.

Feng Ji lay collapsed nearby, and it was not enough—her bone marrow continuously leaked out, flowing into the spiritual artifact Mu Huan had prepared early on.

Gao Yin also landed on the ground. Though lacking the grace of wearing his Taoist robe, he was still strikingly handsome, like a prince descending from the heavens in a fairy tale to vanquish evil beings.

Clearly, if she tried to swallow, the swelling would block her throat, making it impossible to ingest.

After several rounds of wine and various dishes, everyone had drunk and eaten their fill. Sister-in-law felt unwell, so Brother Yong left first, taking her home.

“Did you see the news?” At that moment, Xie Tangyu sat atop the building, a paused international conference playing beside him.

In truth, when Peng Min caught him with Hong Yan, Chu Li was quite nervous, even resorting to a scuffle with Peng Min in desperation.

—But the commotion was ultimately theirs; after brewing and fermenting, it no longer concerned Lu Fuyan personally.

He even specifically ordered his subordinates to block the arena director, who was eager to control the situation, firmly seating him opposite himself.

Unexpectedly, Lin Manyue reacted strongly, her body suddenly tilting and pulling down the clothes she had just hung on the rack.

Lien surged with renewed strength, a blood-charged claw fiercely striking at the flaming hand behind him.

If Xiang Feiyu were to witness this scene, he would surely raise his thumbs high, clapping and cheering incessantly.

Death was not terrifying—most died without feeling pain—but witnessing such a brutal demise was truly horrifying.

Sword Thirteen had traveled the wizarding world for over ten years, challenging countless renowned wizards. Yet he had suffered a complete defeat only once, during the early stages of the Holy Spirit.