Chapter 18: The Canned Pork

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However, Zhao Weimin’s mother knew his character all too well. Once he had made up his mind, nothing could sway him—not even ten oxen pulling him back. Even if she went to persuade them, they might not return. It seemed the eldest son, Zhao Dajun, would have to accompany them. So, she followed her daughter-in-law Zheng Qiuhua’s words and said, “Alright then, when Dajun gets back later, let him—”

“Seventy or eighty thousand? How is that possible?” Shui Lanqing didn’t understand much else, but she always understood numbers. How could ten thousand yuan possibly grow to seventy or eighty thousand in ten years?

“Master, you should send those two into the space. There will be scenes too tempting for them to handle,” the Child of Time said as he flew, speaking to Long Changjiang.

“Gan Sha has a fire-element single spiritual root, making her extremely suited to alchemy. She could very well become an eighth-rank alchemist, producing eighth-rank elixirs and strengthening the Feather Immortal Sect’s power. Naturally, I must treat her differently as her master,” Miao Qing said righteously, which made Su Nan’s dislike for her grow stronger.

At that moment, Feng Xian’s phone vibrated. He glanced at it and saw a message from Gao Fei, whom he was also waiting to hear from. He opened it, and the screen expanded.

“Ah, how could I forget about you, esteemed immortal? Please wait a moment; I’ll find you,” Long Changjiang said as he spoke, moving toward the source of the voice. With a thought, before the voice in the air ended, he appeared before an old woman.

Flickering lantern light, high mud walls, sparse stars and a bright moon—Lin Xu increasingly felt as if he had stepped into a cult.

Wang Quan dodged the spear’s tip and suddenly swung his fist. Veins bulging on his arms, he struck the spear’s shaft with a clenched fist, channeling fierce hidden force in layers.

“Enough, you may go inside now,” the expressionless youth said after checking, pointing toward the main gate.

This attracted many followers of the Spider Sect who came to watch. Separated by a barrier, two groups who had been mortal enemies just days ago were now playing cards together.

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She hesitated slightly but still followed my advice and sat on the bed. The two of us sat facing each other—me on the floor, her on the bed—but she completely ignored my presence and began removing her armor. First the light breastplate, then the long greaves, and finally the crystal-like diamond boots.

It was as if the many bloodlines beneath that Gu shell were gradually peeling away from the body. Once there was enough vitality to nourish them, she would break free from the old shell.

For a long time, no one spoke, only the crackling sound of burning branches. Xie Wujie added firewood bit by bit, and the flames grew stronger.

But Wei Yue didn’t understand why Huang Dongxuan was making such a fuss. Did he, like Xie Wujie, harbor ambitions to control the emperor? Why did he retreat after reaching the imperial city gates? Was he really so afraid of the Zhou Yi Sect?

Just as Nangong Yu strained to hear Huangfu Qi’s voice, which was striving to send a message to Yun Bukong and the others, a wooden ruler-shaped magical treasure suddenly shot toward him.

“This thing can definitely be broken. Otherwise, if everywhere had such a turtle formation, wouldn’t they be invincible?” Leng Jun said.

“Let’s go. No matter what deity or spirit, they all want money!” Liu Xinghe waved his hand, leading the group onward.

Wang Dashan had been fierce moments ago, but when he saw the blood corpse running toward him, he instantly became cowardly, running left and right. If the area weren’t so large, he might have been cornered and killed by that blood corpse.

Zhou Pingshan had been through many ordeals. Within fifteen minutes, he regained composure and understood the cause and effect of the situation.

Pan Wang’s expression seemed calm, but on closer inspection, one could see the excitement he was suppressing—an intense, restrained thrill.

After confirming the southwestern Kun trigram area, they analyzed the eight trigrams’ positions and the signs of rising yang and yin energy within, comparing them to find the place where the five elements were most unbalanced.

Emerging prominently, at first the Tang family had not taken Qin Lang and the others seriously, but when Zulong instantly killed that elder at the Immortal Lord realm, all the Tang family elders in the hall grew fearful, their eyes filled with shock.

Ai Yinyu hurriedly tried to explain, but as she spoke, she realized Ma Liang was ignoring her and pushed past the two who had stopped walking.

Her frail body began to tremble uncontrollably; she bit her teeth but couldn’t stop shaking. Her vacant phoenix-like eyes fixed intently on the doorway.

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Navigating such an environment would ultimately lead to self-destruction. Shu Meng already knew from the last incident that she had nearly played herself to death, but evidently, there was no other way.

Only moments later, they realized their transformation had mostly relied on the outsider beside them. Both turned to Zhou Cheng, who wore a Taoist robe but had a lecherous expression, watching them with amusement.

Zhang Xu, who was checking the preparation of materials, suddenly opened his eyes. Golden light flickered in them, dazzling and resplendent. His whole body tensed slightly before he withdrew his gaze and gently stroked the sacred statue close to him.

The chair was originally hard, and when Gu Weimian’s back hit the chair, she gasped sharply and gave Jiang Jingchen a fierce glare.

From the corner of her eye, she saw the large mirror, reflecting Jiang Yiting’s slender fingers moving over her shadow.

After speaking, he swung his right arm, grabbed a soldier by the neck, and with a little force, snapped the soldier’s neck.

But things were not so simple. The divine seal on Dintis’s forehead glowed again, and the wound previously torn open began to slowly heal.

In truth, Qiao Dongran could only enjoy the moment verbally. Now, there was no other choice but to endure it himself.

He momentarily forgot that Gu Chunqing was rushing to the launch ceremony; he mistakenly thought she didn’t want to have breakfast with him and left in a hurry.

When the black man shouted, the surrounding people all looked over with strange expressions, as if he really would swallow back whatever he had vomited.

Tian Ming squinted at Ye Qiu. Although Ye Qiu put a lot of pressure on him, on his own turf, he had no reason to retreat. Even if he couldn’t win, he had to fight. Otherwise, how could he establish his position in Jiangdong City later on?