Chapter Ninety-Eight: Underground Fortress and Armament

The crowd stared in horror at Lingling, who was speaking to a sword as if it could understand her words. Was it truly possible for this sword to comprehend human speech? That remained an unknown. On the side, Fang Minghua could no longer bear the sight and spoke up coldly and without courtesy, causing Zheng Zixin’s expression to change instantly. Had anyone else dared speak to him that way, they would have already been beaten senseless. The others, too, were astounded by Tianxin’s spiritual power; even now, they could not discern how much of her energy had been expended.

“Brother Crown Prince, you’re here! Jin’er has been waiting for a while! Are you alright?” Gu Yunjin looked at Gu Zixiao with concern.

“Purple Emperor, don’t comfort me. Even my master has no solution, what could you possibly do?” Mu Yi shook her head.

Listening to Zhang Baoxiang, Changsun Shunde’s words brought back memories of those black-clad soldiers with hesitant expressions, filling his heart with even deeper grief.

She hugged her knees, burying her chin atop them, a clear sign she wished to ignore him entirely.

“Well, that’s settled. There’s no more mountain closure,” Lady Qin looked out, noticing many carriages preparing to descend the mountain.

Though Yingxue still worried, knowing that Lingling’s swordsmanship was not weak, she said no more.

The Lightning Mink was indeed a rare creature, almost unheard of in the world. Capturing one was akin to courting death; if bitten or even scratched by its claws, there would be no hope of survival.

Compared to last time when my nightgown got caught on the bathtub’s faucet and Fang Que tore the hem all the way to my thigh as he lifted me, today’s embarrassment was even greater.

Though her first three children’s talents were not dull, they were far from being “exceptionally gifted.”

Heavy incense filled the room, its scent somewhat pungent. This was understandable, for after bathing indoors, the humidity would be high, and the incense used had to be strong to dispel it.

“Ah, sorry, I acted rashly just now without seeing the situation clearly. How about I take your friend to the hospital first? I’ll cover all medical expenses.” Yuan Mu apologized sincerely, but Kruus, already in a foul mood, became even more irritated at Yuan Mu’s smiling, annoying face.

Aunt Mei was never so careless; how could she leave the soup unattended and burn it beyond salvage?

Thanks to this, Nether Heaven overtook others on the curve, advancing to the mid-tier of the Heavenly Stage in record time.

Shen Wanzhao had asked Yun Zhu about the gambling house; it was not large, with only one manager. If Tao Erlang was indeed the manager, he would surely know about Tian Dalang.

After Bai Yu was seated, the old patriarch stood up to explain the reason why Hua Taotao wanted to challenge Zhang Sheng.

I nodded foolishly, then was pushed into the room. Watching Fang Que leave, I finally answered Xu Qian’s incessant call.

Mo Hongling walked up to Zhao Linfeng, staring intently. Even though Zhao Linfeng had swapped his bamboo hat for a mask, Mo Hongling recognized him at once.

Fortunately, Wang Haoming hadn’t forgotten much of what he once learned, so despite the headache, he was still fairly confident.

Now he was practically immune to alcohol; unless he sealed his cultivation and drank by sheer force, few could outdrink him.

A young mother, knocked over by the crowd, fell to the ground but managed to thrust her infant toward Xiang Ye in a desperate plea for help.

“Hmph, explain? What explanation?” Chang Yuxin turned to face Li Yucai, coldly retorting. Yet her eyes shimmered with tears, as though endless grievances struggled to be voiced.

For those who cultivate, merely sitting in meditation is a mediocre approach, leaving them as fragile hothouse flowers: beautiful but useless. True masters and strong ones are forged in blood and slaughter, hardened by adversity.

She ate some fruit first, then grabbed a handful of melon seeds and found a spot to sit, nibbling seeds while watching the live combat on stage.

According to Luo Feng, that villa would cost eighteen million, leaving Wang Haoming with over twenty million in cash. With this card, Wang Haoming was troubled; he naturally wished to invest the money.

“Eh, how do you know about the Ghost Market? That’s right, I’m heading there,” Zheng Kaida turned in surprise to look at Chen Manfei.

Li Rizhi stepped out from the courtyard, entering the front yard, only to find chaos—ten monks were arguing, clearly anxious and divided, unsure whose advice to follow.

Hundreds of black-clad bodyguards surged through the main hall’s entrance. In truth, the middle-aged man had spoken softly, and he sat far from the door; Zhao Zixian wondered how they could have heard the command.

“Benefits? Ha! Your only benefit is leaving here unharmed rather than perishing on the spot,” said another immortal of the Five Elements Sect.

Ding Ying saw Chang Ning out, deliberately leaving the courtyard lights off. Chang Ning understood; with the house lit and the yard dark, those inside could not see out. As soon as he stepped out, he wrapped an arm around Ding Ying’s waist. Ding Ying twisted slightly, yielding to him, and soon her own body pressed closer to his.