120: A Turnaround Game

“...”

Lin Mi’s words left the Zhou family’s parents speechless, cold sweat running down their faces.

They had never imagined that this seemingly gentle and harmless young woman could see through everything so completely.

But... how did she know all this so clearly?!

Only the husband and wife, along with Xiaoxiao, knew about the matter. They had not even told their own son.

After all, the child in Xiaoxiao’s womb was born of shame, and its father was unknown. It was also that wretched girl’s fault—

“What should we do, Brother Yu Yang? This Fellow Daoist Lin seems to be a senior at the Foundation Establishment stage. We’ve offended him. Could it be that...?” One of the cultivators trembled violently, seemingly able to imagine what awaited them.

The enormous body charged toward Mu Ningyou with the sound of rushing wind, its thick fist hurtling toward her back.

Having made up his mind, Uncle Ya did not dodge the fist Cold Yi sent at him this time. He merely shifted aside from his vital points. With a bang, Cold Yi’s fist slammed into Uncle Ya’s shoulder.

Moving at full speed, Cold Yi and the Twin Butterflies raced onward for more than twenty minutes before a violent explosion sounded in the distant reaches.

Before the reporters could ask any questions, Meng Luo tapped the microphone, signaling everyone to look at him, then began to speak.

Screams like those of slaughtered pigs rang across heaven and earth. Their entire nest had been destroyed; reproducing would now be more difficult than reaching the sky.

“Hire another thousand people. Our human resources department needs more staff as well.” Even Tan Zongqin could feel the pressure.

That would give them enough patience to start over from scratch. He realized that he had been far too emotional just now. After all, this “life” had been born from his own hands, and it was only natural for a trace of paternal affection to emerge. Now, however, he had to sever that emotional attachment and shape this life-form with complete coldness.

The two middle-aged men in question were also old acquaintances of the Ghost King. Back then, all three had been great ghost kings from the fringes of the Realm of Solitary Souls and Wild Ghosts.

The powerful warriors of the Blazing Flame Legion finally relaxed the hearts they had held taut. They approached Lin Dong and the others, their eyes filled with gratitude.

However, Fang Siyi also knew that ever since the demons had attacked them and they had killed the demons in return, the two sides had become locked in a struggle to the death. Unless they wiped out every last demon, they would almost certainly draw a large group of demons to surround and kill them sooner or later.

The two of them immediately found a cave in the mountain’s shade. It appeared to have formed naturally, and the floor was covered with dead branches and rotting leaves. After tidying it up a little, they could just barely make it habitable. Fortunately, both of them were cultivators, so going several days without sleep was no problem. As they watched the sun sink in the west, Gongye Haomiao lit a fire inside the cave.

Seeing what the two were doing, Du Fei could not help laughing inwardly. Dream of becoming champions? Perhaps in your next life. I’ll amuse myself by toying with you for a while.

A transmission talisman was something made by powerful martial artists. Even an inferior one could transmit a message over one or two kilometers, while a better one could reach several dozen kilometers. A talisman capable of transmitting over a hundred kilometers was already considered excellent.

His predecessor, Zhang Kuang, had lived in the Profound Origin Sect since birth. Now that Zhang Kuang had absorbed his predecessor’s memories, he was naturally intimately familiar with every blade of grass and every flower in the Profound Origin Sect.

I had originally planned to give Li Lu her gift another day, lest Zhang Xinting misunderstand. But after hearing her say that, I suddenly felt a little angry. “What could we possibly be doing that we need to hide?” I said. Then I turned to Li Lu. “Li Lu, come here.”

Luo Sen had never expected the Heavenly Dragon Group to tear away all pretense of civility for the sake of Du Fei, that good-for-nothing, and even force its way into Hate Mountain Prison. What he had expected even less was that the Dragon King, that old bastard, would come in person.

Three hours—merely three hours—and Lin Dong’s level rose as swiftly as an airplane from twenty-seven to thirty. His body had not suffered many aftereffects either. Any slight repercussions caused by the pills would disappear from his system within half a year.

Zhang Kuang sat cross-legged before the artifact-refining furnace, his eyes closed as he regulated his breathing. After a long while, once every part of his body had been adjusted to its peak condition, he finally extended his spiritual sense into his storage ring. He took out the prepared materials one category at a time and arranged them beside him.