Chapter 17: Not Worth It

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The so-called black market was actually orchestrated by a few dealers from the two countries. Most of them collected supplies within their own borders and then brought them here for exchange and transit. Each country swapped what they needed and then sold those goods back home. Thus, the black market consisted of just one tent and four people. In fact, there were many such tents scattered throughout the Great Moon Forest.

"Darling..." In an instant, Guan Chen shifted to a soft, coaxing tone as he spoke to Gu Meng. Reaching out hastily, he found no breath left—his complexion darkened ominously. The sly and skillful assassin had been eliminated before he could even react. From the moment they left the garden, he felt this girl seemed detached from this world, a subtle yet unmistakable sensation.

"What could possibly be wrong? No one cares if no one from the palace arrives! Huh, where’s the imperial brother?" Feng Ling’er said, stuffing some greens into her mouth while glancing around inquisitively. Earlier, a secret letter from Jin Liunian had mentioned that Shui Menghua was sent to Luo Qiu City. Coincidentally, the Shui family was also based there.

By coordinating between automatons embedded with magical circuits and their puppeteers, they unleashed unprecedented swift and precise powerful magic.

"Yes." Du Meng pressed her right index and middle fingers together on her forehead, forming a faint blue halo that floated toward Lian Sheng. Lian Sheng understood that Du Meng condensed the incantation and hand seals of the Five Elements Escape Technique into a concentrated sphere of mana.

Xiahou Ce was stunned, not expecting her to initiate a kiss. Her fragrance still lingered on his lips, leaving him momentarily dazed.

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The speaker was a pale-faced young man, only three feet tall, but with a sinister gleam in his eyes. When no one was watching, he cast a lecherous glance at the back of Wanyan Bei’er.

Seeing Ye Feng’s action, Nangong Qian and Xiang Yue immediately ceased their powers and removed their protective barriers.

"I don’t want to..." She dared not sit at the same table with him. Aside from the breach of etiquette, she lacked the courage even to look at him.

Du Ke quickly jumped onto the highest drain and unleashed a powerful attack, a crimson-golden beam wildly sweeping toward the charging vampire.

After all, this place was filled with formidable figures. Even the mere name of the Shield Bureau headquarters deterred many strong individuals from coming here.

The inventor of this method to control others was the former Dr. Zola, now Du Ke’s most effective puppet.

"Don’t move! Otherwise, I can’t guarantee my soldiers’ guns won’t misfire." Just as they reached for their weapons, Chu Haoran’s cold shout halted the bodyguards’ hands.

So even if a fierce battle erupted at the Sword Dao Alliance Assembly, your own martial prowess would suffice to keep you safe.

He also had the Lone Wolf assist in erasing the traces he left behind once again, then naturally pretended he had never been here and swiftly returned to the earthen building.

After Ji Bailie and Gu Yi’er left the Shen Residence and returned to the Prince Zhao’s mansion, they had no time to rest.

At Bi Bo Pool, the old Dragon King personally came. Originally, he intended to bring the panda, but hearing the panda’s laziness, even the old Dragon King was helpless.

"Alright, alright, say whatever you want. I agree. Now come with me; we’re pressed for time," Chu Haoran waved his hand dismissively. He was too lazy to argue with Gu Mengyao; future matters could wait.

Everyone seemed to be moving forward except her, who was stuck in place. But time would not halt for her confusion. From today on, the ID card bore the name Jie Xuan, now twenty-eight years old.

Chen Hao’s left arm began twisting visibly at the break, like two intertwined braids, continuously rotating and contorting.

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"Then fight. Enough with the nonsense," Yan Yan, growing more irritable, raised his staff and unleashed a roaring fireball.

Now, it wasn’t impossible to send troops to aid Liu Zhang. Zi Long could dispatch forces to threaten Meng De, but Liu Zhang would have to supply the provisions.

With that, Su Han handed over two disposable plastic gloves. Chen Mufan and she each donned one, grabbed a generous amount of mustard, and slowly stuffed it into the mouths of the two apprentices of Old Wang.

Then, she wrote a letter on silk, rolled it into a ball, sealed it in a wax pellet, and summoned a trusted aide to secretly instruct him. The aide looked astonished but silently withdrew.

Su Han suddenly realized she had been overly concerned, shaking her head with a faint smile: "What nonsense, you’re just doing your official duties. What else can I say?" Though she spoke lightly, she couldn’t help but feel uneasy inside.

Seeing the familiar phone number on the screen, Jie Xuan pressed the hang-up button without hesitation. Yet the caller on the other end persistently redialed, determined to keep calling until she answered.

"You have connected, you may leave." Before Meng Tian could decide, the palace spirit informed him he was free to depart at any time.

It was the first time Wu Xinghe saw anxiety, tension, and fear on his elder brother’s face, whose forehead was drenched with cold sweat.

"This hat’s craftsmanship is too sloppy." Xing Mou Mo Xia took the zombie’s hat off and examined it thoroughly.

The original plan was to return from Wanming Cave tomorrow. If everything went smoothly here, she might board the Inviting Moon Cloud Pavilion and set off back to the sect.

Thinking it best to pretend nothing happened, she followed a dozen or so thugs heading toward the East City.