31 Don’t Argue
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“That is exactly what I had in mind. And who else could it be but my old friend Xing Chi? Come on—to Tongfu Inn!” He Shuai strode ahead with a laugh.
Heng Qi obediently opened his mouth, only to let out a splattering puff of horse-dropping residue, every bit of it landing squarely on Brother Sheng’s face.
He had also treated the officials of Taiyuan, Yanmen, and Shangdang with kindness, which was why the officials of Xihe Commandery had been left without the will to fight.
At that moment, Shen Cang seemed to have transformed into a primordial god-demon. His entire body emanated the divine sounds of antiquity, releasing a raging-sea-like divine power that shook the firmament.
How could Latu have imagined that before the two of them even exchanged blows, the might and techniques of the Heavenly Dao would rebound and come crashing toward them instead?
“What if I refuse to leave?” He Shuai gave a cold laugh. He was not an unreasonable man; he simply could not stand the other party’s attitude.
“I’m wondering how I can possibly contend with your peerlessly powerful father.” Su Nan smiled as he pinched her cheek.
That answer was rather ambiguous, dodging the issue with a roundabout response while also taking an oblique jab at certain prevailing ideas.
Because the stellar formation was currently in operation, destroying the teleportation space would inevitably cause it to collapse. By then, the losses suffered by the Wan family would be impossible to calculate.
He had also advanced by leaps and bounds along the path of the sword. Before he had even turned sixteen, he had opened a sword-path spiritual platform and cultivated a sword seed.
What left Chen Haoran speechless was that each of them was holding a weapon, clearly preparing to deliver a killing blow to the other.
It was said that only by mastering the power of space could one truly approach sainthood. Yet he had never believed that such a power existed, regarding it as nothing more than legend.
The Mystic Daoist may or may not have done it deliberately, but the direction in which he pushed Tianxin happened to be exactly where Sun Xiyun was pursuing Yin Ping and attempting to intercept him. If the Mystic Daoist had acted intentionally, then he meant for Sun Xiyun to save Tianxin.
Yet after pausing to catch their breath, the two still raised their axes and charged at the tiger demon entangled with Li Xingyun.
“All right, we’ll discuss that later. Boss Zhu is already back, though judging by the look of things, he found nothing!” Chen Haoran said with a laugh as he watched Boss Zhu huff and puff his way over.
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Three days passed in the blink of an eye. The six night demons from the Tu family remained nowhere to be found, with neither life nor sound from them. The cabin door of Sheng Chaogu and the others had not opened even once. Although no one could see what had happened inside, even the intelligence of night demons such as Natie was enough to tell them that the six fellows were most likely doomed.
Xia Jiao suddenly felt her body grow light. She sensed several beams of light, almost tangible, sweeping over her. The spot on her arm where the spirit seal of an inner disciple of the Mao Taizong had been implanted grew slightly warm, then quickly returned to normal.
Liu Anzhu let out a roar and swept out his great hand. The Earth Ghost King’s claws burst forth, clamping around Su Kuang’s back like iron hooks. He pulled hard—but there was not the slightest movement. That seven-colored garment seemed to have fused completely with Su Kuang’s body.
I always feel that he is extraordinarily strange. He was detestable before, but he was never this affected. Can you imagine a grown man wiggling his backside in front of you? How did he become so different after coming to the Three Gods Cult, as if someone had castrated him?
There was no denying that the Heaven-Swallowing Body-Refining Art was terrifying. That ancestor of the Chu family was clearly no ordinary person.
But Zhang Jiao’s words truly frightened him—not because he feared monsters and ghosts, but because the idea was simply inconceivable.
“Is Big Yellow male or female?” Li Zhi suddenly frowned as he looked at Old Yellow, who was gazing at them with keen interest in the dim light, and could not help asking.
The Heaven-Piercing Immortal Bridge was guiding Ye Meng. How could a treasure of this level possibly be subdued in a short time? It would certainly require a long period of accumulation.
Although they spoke of it as lightly as a breeze and drifting clouds, Xiao Long knew what they had endured all these years.
The curly-bearded man was about to act at once, but just as he turned around, he suddenly remembered something and immediately stopped.
Put it farther to the side and do not let it get in the way. It has already caused enough trouble; we only managed to find a place across the street to put it.
“Sure thing! Don’t worry, President Chai!” Liu Xie swiftly gathered the six stacks of renminbi from the table and left.
According to the customary practice of the Nanping municipal government, in the selection of outstanding government officials, the preliminary list was generally determined by the deputy mayors in charge of the respective departments. Their recommendations were then compiled for joint discussion.
“There are too many examples, such as advertising sponsors.” Wu Xiaoyi said, “This is a commercial society. Television has now reached the point where dramas are practically inserted into advertisements, so television commercials are everywhere.”
As she spoke, Yan Lan turned her gaze toward the front. After looking around for a few moments, she spotted a conspicuous figure.
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“This is a letter…” Bai Yun handed the letter in her arms to Ye Liuli. Without even looking at it, Liuli placed it directly into the charcoal brazier and burned it to ashes. As for the unfortunate servant, everyone was wise enough not to ask.
The emperor soothed Consort De as she lay in his arms, sobbing pitifully, delicate and timid.
After watching A-He and the others leave, the two pressed a hand to their chests and breathed a sigh of relief. That had been close—they had nearly been exposed.
“Little sister, even if you truly wanted to do something to her, she would not be afraid. It is precisely because she knows how much you dote on her that she feels all the more ashamed.” Lady Wuying smiled with pursed lips.
Wu Ai looked around and only then realized that there was not the slightest trace of wind anywhere around her. She was actually standing in a grassland.
“Let’s go. We’re heading to school.” As Prince Hao spoke, he gently placed a safety helmet on Tao Hua.
Good heavens, Jian Wei’s legs instantly went weak. Every animal instinctively fears creatures larger than itself, let alone a creature like this one that made a habit of eating people.
“What happened to me?” Hao Xian replied in an utterly unconcerned tone, carrying himself exactly like a reclusive master. Of course, if it had been Jiang Yin or that fellow Ai, they would definitely have said that this man’s pretentious habit had penetrated all the way into his bones and could never be cured.
At that moment, a middle-aged man exuding a sinister aura passed by them. He instantly leaped to the bedside, glanced at the young man before him, snorted, and embraced the gaunt man lying on the bed.
Around them, the cultivators who had raised their hands in surrender were utterly horrified by the scene. Their bodies trembled, and they did not dare make the slightest large movement, fearing that they might enrage Tang Yan.
Liu Hua, whom they had not seen for several months, had grown even thinner. He wore a long gown that had gone out of fashion long ago, and the fabric at the knees of his trousers bulged outward. After entering through the gate, his two beady eyes swept continuously over the household furnishings. His gaze flickered, and then he gave a grunt.
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