Volume 1, Chapter 38: Brutally Beating the Cheating Bastard & Going to the Station

The mobile phone rang again; it was Zhang Dongyao.
Zhang Dongyao’s voice sounded quite embarrassed: "...My mentor's wife just returned from Shanghai, and she can't stop thinking about a decorative piece, regretting that she didn't buy it."
Luo Xuan generously said, "Leave it to me. Just tell me which shop it is, and I'll go buy it for you."
Zhang Dongyao said gratefully, "Are you heading over now?"
Luo Xuan agreed, and after Zhang Dongyao gave her the address, she jotted it down.

"Damn it!" Yan Chifeng felt an urge to curse aloud right then. Clenching his fists in fury, he looked at Zhong Kui, who was still enveloped and attacked by the silent golden light, and then at the already vanished dragon-whisker gold, as a surge of murderous intent soared into the sky.

Their respective identities, in particular, invisibly brought about a fair amount of trouble. At this time, Zhao Ya's frequent appearances placed tremendous pressure on Lin Yanqiu.

The entire emerald-green light web seemed to bear a heavy burden, sagging only slightly before shattering the ferocious blade Qi once again, directly disintegrating into a pool of black mist that scattered with the wind once more without a single suspense.

Naturally, Night Eagle could not possibly voice these thoughts, so he could only roll his eyes in resignation.

Guan Shiming's gaze gradually grew fervent, fixating unblinkingly upon that figure. A sweet, adoring smile unconsciously bloomed at the corners of her lips.

"Are you afraid you'll die too slowly?" Feeling nothing out of the ordinary with his body, Lin Kuan's hanging heart settled down considerably. With a fierce rush forward, he threw another punch.

Yet those two spiritual ingredients, the crystal alligator and the purple sun grass, had clearly been delivered by Zhao Zilong to the Yang family in the provincial capital according to their agreement. Yet now, they actually appeared in the Yang family of Yangzhou, which he found rather incredible.

Yang Ziyu drove her coupe at high speed along the spacious road. Zhao Zilong, meanwhile, sat in blissful enjoyment amidst this purple kingdom, inhaling the faint, lingering fragrance and gazing upon the voluptuous beauty—the feeling was simply fantastic.

Without the slightest fear that his words would anger this fellow, since the latter was helping him so unconditionally, he must have some demand of him.

As she walked in her formal attire, her two slender and beautiful legs naturally stepped in a straight line, an elegance that seemed innate. By comparison, the footsteps of the waitresses at the township guesthouse were simply unwatchable.

Armed with Black General, Zhou Chao felt his physical condition was exceptional. Brandishing Black General, he continuously slashed down the bullets fired by the surrounding policemen and Yin Yicheng, who had usurped his body. It felt as though he had rediscovered the sensation of his assault on Xuan Yin Company years ago.

Around eight o'clock in the evening, Liu Yingxuan and Zhang Sen arrived one after another. Liu Yingxuan maintained his usual slovenly and roguish demeanor, but Zhang Sen had clearly dressed up. He wore a black vest in place of a short-sleeved shirt, his two bare arms bulging with muscles as solid as an ox's, and his hair was styled with hair gel.

Chen Yue wore a somewhat awkward expression; she could hardly admit that she was doing this for Shangguan Jue, could she? With a light cough, she said, "Before curing her, I will negotiate terms with Lin Yueshan. I, Chen Yue, never do a losing business. Besides, letting her become the crown princess as she wished will also stop Mingxian from coming to pester me, won't it?"

Judging by the way the dark shadow walked, it closely resembled the shadowy figure I had encountered in the mountains. I thought to myself, how truly bizarre this is; why do I always keep seeing shadows like this? Who on earth is this shadow? Could it be the ghost of a mountain flood?

Yet Lin Xinyao had no chance to escape at all; Lü Jingxi had already walked over and taken hold of her hand.

The room grew quiet. Neither of them was particularly talkative to begin with, and at this moment, they ignored each other entirely. Shangguan Jue finally untangled the bandages on her body, laboriously put back on the clothes she had arrived in, and without glancing at her again, walked out.

Sure enough, by the time dawn was breaking, she finished her cultivation and rested for a while, leaning against the rattan bed. As she slept, her body lengthened, revealing her serpent form.

"I was merely guessing. I knew long ago that you would return; I know all too well what is on your mind. You human cultivators are truly so hypocritical! Saying one thing to your face and doing another behind your backs," the three-headed snake said without a hint of surprise.