Chapter 70: Am I Ugly Without Makeup?

In the private room, a man with a trendy hairstyle was forcing liquor down a hostess’s throat. He was pouring from the whole bottle, and several scantily clad girls assisted by holding the woman down. Zhou Lichun was there as well, dressed formally, sitting quietly at the edge, watching. When she saw Cao Mang burst in, she flashed a triumphant smile. The man grew furious. “You damn—”

“I understand, we can’t confront it head-on, right? Then watch me—Netherworld Killing Formation!” Ye Yanqing shouted loudly.

“Alert, zero escape—” Before he could finish speaking, at a lower angle he hadn’t noticed, Number Ninety-One kicked him squarely on the chin, knocking him out cold.

Ning Hao switched off the message, pocketed his phone, and finally felt a bit more confident. He reached out and knocked on Li Xianming’s office door.

A thunderous crash resounded from Ring Five. The burly man in the ring collapsed amid a swirl of lightning arcs, yet no one paid attention to how he was defeated.

“They dare! Master, I suspect those people haven’t arranged any lodging for you. Shall I find you a place?” Liu An asked.

“In that case, we can safely proceed to Soul Refining Sect. Even if there’s a trap, my Somersault Cloud can keep us unharmed,” Han Bing declared.

Yu Yanglin suddenly understood—his mind cleansed, he could instantly glean much from the Lightning Dragon’s few words.

“As long as you fellow cultivators let the three of us go, we promise not to reveal today’s events to anyone else!” At this moment, the gourd-faced cultivator, his expression grave, addressed the five blazing suns hanging in the sky.

Relentless Advance and Endless Vitality—previously, Chen Junyi had casually named two techniques, simply because he felt those phrases matched their essence. By coincidence, he had called two moves ‘Momentum.’

Seeing True Immortal unwilling to accompany him, Liu An didn’t insist. With Leopard Ye by his side, and his own strength considerable, the journey back to Da Cang would pose little danger.

Instead, he pointed to Shen Jinbin and his companions. The gaunt man clearly understood and glanced at Shen Jinbin.

“So, who is the ugly sketch you drew? It’s a bit too abstract—I can’t tell who it is at all.” Li Qinghuan picked up the sketch again, studied it for a while, but truly couldn’t recognize the subject. Her memories of junior high were distant now; she couldn’t recall so many faces.

Several yards away stood two figures: a middle-aged man in a green robe, cloth headband, carrying a bamboo staff and straw sandals; and a spectral silhouette, shriveled and enveloped in an eerie aura.

Merit power can be transformed, and so karma can be converted just as easily.

Judging by the hormone levels, this intake must have lasted for quite some time. What depth of scheming—or hatred—could drive someone to do something so horrifying?

The teammate who once participated in activities with her had now become a mature community volunteer.

She had stubbornly plunged into this place; if not for Lu Qinghan, she would never have managed to persevere along this path.

In such circumstances, Li Shou, covertly, could still earn plenty of bounty, even though no warrant for his arrest had been issued yet.

Murong Xue, a news reporter, was adept at handling all kinds of machinery; her fingers danced nimbly across the computer keys.

Qiao Sheng exclaimed, “An injured tiger? I’d say you’re an injured lamb, just waiting to be slaughtered.”

Hearing this, Liu Xiaoling couldn’t help but chuckle internally—it was exactly what she’d told the station chief earlier, repeating Li Ningce’s words verbatim.

“Regent, wouldn’t this arrangement hinder his work in establishing the Naval University?” Zai Xun suggested.