Chapter 39: A Brief Respite - Part 4

Fair? Fair, my foot! Ye Wei cursed inwardly. Watch the ink? That attitude was so confident, she was sure they’d fought before, and he absolutely knew he could beat her—her defeat was a foregone conclusion, so what nonsense was there to talk about fairness?

Young Master Ye made a call to Le Yi, telling her to return to Han Xue’s office and keep her company, while he headed straight for the sales department.

The supplementary text was just as colloquial, yet paradoxically ancient in its phrasing. Its dangers sent a chill down Li Wan’s spine, to the point that it seemed even more perilous than the Dragon Transformation Sutra.

Boom! The first bolt of lightning struck Gabriel directly, inflicting thirty thousand points of damage and nearly forcing him to his knees.

“That’s easy. Come here. I’ll have the tech team look into it right away,” Huang Ting said after a quick glance, instructing someone to take the phone to the technical investigation room.

But the fat man showed no fear at all. With a wave of his hand, another man in a black suit came running over.

Meanwhile, as Young Master Ye finished counting to three, Wu Jing hurled a shoe at the masked man on the left.

Sizzle—the phantom beast struck let out a corrosive crackling, its energy-like body instantly emitting a hissing sound as the entire rear half dissolved into mist.

“Heh heh!” Luan Tian once again wrapped his arms around the white horse’s head, and the venomous fangs in his hands sank straight into the horse’s spine.

Xiaoyue Huan spat out a mouthful of foul blood and let out a shout. Her long black hair turned into countless sharp blades, raining down like a storm on Xiaoyue Ming across from her.

Ren Jianming could hardly help his anxiety, but the situation inside was dire. The patients were in terrible condition, wounded all over. Several chief physicians who had just entered were simultaneously examining Chen Xu and holding a quick consultation.

“Of course I trust her. Back then, when you and I were enemies, she protected me! In a way, she’s my benefactor—why wouldn’t I believe her?” I retorted.

Two figures approached the entrance: one less than a meter and a half tall, hopping to avoid the glass on the floor; the other, towering over two meters, so broad he barely squeezed through the doorway, ducking his head to enter.

After taking that bullet, Yiming was burning with rage. With a ripping sound, his clothes tore to shreds, and his whole body was suddenly clad in black, needle-like armor, his physique bulking up dramatically.

Su Huai listened intently as Jiang Tianyuan recounted the events; it seemed even the most exaggerated gossip heard in a teahouse couldn’t compare to the sheer incredibility of what Jiang Tianyuan described.

Faced with Lin An’s praise, Lin Liang merely smiled without a word, and seeing this, Lin An said nothing more, leading Lin Liang toward the Hall of Heaven’s Pinnacle.

Seeing Zhao Jingwen had already made things public, Chen Xu stopped hiding and admitted it directly.

“I am Qin Hui, a humble Daoist. My peers respectfully call me Master Lingyang,” the older Daoist announced.

“That’s it? That simple?” He Xiong wondered if he’d misheard. In comparison to the earth-shattering parallel world Xin Tian described, this seemed utterly trivial.

Lin Yong pressed upstream with a heavy heart. He was no immortal, powerless to change any of this, but what he couldn’t understand was—where had the real immortals gone?

Qingqing poured more wine, and Mo Liuyun did not refuse. After a few more drinks, Lady Jade Face remarked, “Young Master Mo, you truly have a fine tolerance,” and filled his cup herself.

Liang Qingmo pulled the quilt over half his face. Had he hauled her back so urgently because he couldn’t get enough? True, they’d slept together twice—once she was drunk, once he was—but never when both were sober. Now, with neither of them intoxicated, there was nothing left to mask their feelings.

Meanwhile, the battle between Shuo Feng and Xiao Zimo raged fiercely, the formation trembling. After a long while, Zhen Ai and Mu Yun, moving with the shifting array, ended up on Xiao Zimo’s side.

Master Wild Crane remarked, “Very well. We’ve always been free spirits—enduring humiliation for over a decade is miracle enough.” With that, the two exchanged hearty laughter. No one else understood their words, and after the earlier lesson, no one dared interrupt.

Li Gengxin silently slowed his steps, leaving the group. He turned, took out some tissues, and pretended to find a tree for a bathroom break.

“Let’s go. These people aren’t worth mourning. Ride my camel,” Gu Junyu said, lifting Ye Shengge onto his camel and leading it himself.

Chen Fangping had been irritable for days—everyone could see it, especially his attendants. He was always an intimidating presence, but during this irritable spell, everyone tiptoed around him.

“Not even pearls are so genuine.” Huo Yuhan then wrapped Shen Manqing tightly in his arms, his masculine tone softened by a trace of tenderness.

Even so, Lin Huang meant to teach Jun Fei a lesson. If it hadn’t been for Jun Fei stirring things up, he would now be enjoying a rare reunion with Ye Banruo.

“What’s wrong? Not happy? Don’t tell me you’re jealous of Ziying and pushing her away?” Liu Yumei frowned.

Lu An paused in his speech, collecting his thoughts. Where he had been calm and even, a ripple now disturbed his tone.

With a sudden twist of his waist, he drove his arm in a powerful arc. The Green Dragon Crescent Blade slashed downward, striking Cheng Yuanzhi’s unarmored neck; the blade did not stop there, but cleaved him cleanly in two.

To Lu Zhi’s ears, these words were barbed. He was old and clear-sighted, and could tell Zuo Feng bore him some grudge, though he had no idea why, as they had no enmity.

Letian Supermarket was a major chain—everyone in Rong City knew it. Li Daniu quickly asked around, delivered the goods smoothly, helped unload them, and waited quietly to the side.

“Sir, please, don’t be rash. Our boss only comes to the clinic for important matters. I’ll call her right now,” Gui Cui said, sensing trouble.

Hence, besides the boss Ma Hui, who called him Old Huang, every other coworker addressed him respectfully as “Director Huang.”

Seeing it was no match, the white-robed creature transformed into a monstrous fiend with a fox’s head and a human’s body, shaking its intimidating claws and sending everyone fleeing as it lunged for the buffalo.

Gong Jiuyan pointed skyward, reminding him to mind the time; she too had noticed night was about to fall.