Volume One, Chapter 37: Using Myself as Bait to Give My Brother a Future of Wealth and Glory

The tall young man from the North Sand clan clenched his fists tightly when he saw the state of the Cang army. This place was not the scene from the Legend of the White Snake that Wo Bufan had seen earlier.

“All right, madam, bring me a few of your specialties,” Jiang Yiyang said as he sat down, casually placing the Black Tortoise Sword on the table. There was also an iron hook resting there, the weapon of the man in the tiger-skin coat.

Most of them had made great contributions to the Overlord Sect but had not become candidates for the sect leader. Yet Xu Feiyue, who had just arrived, had somehow become a candidate. Many of them secretly wished to teach Xu Feiyue a lesson.

Jiang Yiyang couldn’t help but exclaim, “Hmm!” This style of combat was no longer a mere contest of skills but a matter of life and death. If he missed the strike, the blade would pierce his abdomen. For a moment, sweat broke out in the palm of Jiang Yiyang’s hand.

The threat of death hung over Mu Shenlei’s heart. Yet, as a master of the Celestial Realm, he moved his mind and activated the spiritual armor beneath his clothing. A faint golden light spread out immediately.

“Take a deep breath, aim, shoot,” Ji Yu murmured as he raised his rifle, the dark barrel pointed straight at the wild boar.

Lin Wang’s mind stirred, and a burst of golden light erupted around him. Suddenly, nine figures appeared behind him.

Many had died unexpectedly, because they never imagined their lives would be ended by their own family or friends. Why would they do such a thing? They never understood even unto death.

He had already heard from Andora’s voice that she was furious now. He swallowed nervously; even if the principal really came looking for him, it wouldn’t be as terrifying as Andora calling him over.

The clothes he wore were ones I had seen before, but now they looked terribly outdated. It wasn’t that the clothes had changed, but that he was no longer fashionable.

Tang Yan shook her head at the scene. She could understand Xu Qing’s sorrow but felt powerless. Fortunately, Old Xiang had already called a taxi. The honking outside urged them on, and Tang Yan took her luggage and left the room directly.

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In an instant, the Japanese man was startled and appeared right before him, a cold, sinister smile playing on his face.

If Zhang Taibai were truly to face him, he would need to prepare swords made of non-metal materials, like the wooden sword he initially used for practice.

Lin Feng stabbed at Li Dagang with a dagger. The priest was his primary target; if he killed him first, he could avoid many troubles.

Qiu Ming returned to Huaguo Mountain with Sun Wukong. The monkeys were very excited—after a brief absence, their king was back. It was truly wonderful; it seemed the king still missed home.

I didn’t move; I simply looked at him a few more times because he was good-looking. I don’t know if Jiang Ciyun owed me in a past life, but why else would he always appear when I needed saving? I even feel like I’ve spent all my luck in this life just to meet him.

After meeting several Level Five beings, Zhang Taibai was certain that the Divine King level was beyond Level Five. If levels were to be used as a measure, it should be considered Level Six. But since Earth currently had no native Level Six power, Level Five was the highest attainable here.

How many immortals cultivated for ten thousand years yet only achieved the status of human immortals? Cultivation isn’t something achieved simply by accumulation. If it were that easy, wouldn’t he have long since become a sage? Take Sun Wukong, who cultivated for only ten years—how could he have caused havoc in Heaven otherwise?

Hu Chucui had stayed at the shop the whole time. Not seeing Shen Xiangmiao come to the hotpot restaurant, she went to find Mrs. Feng to ask how Shen Xiangmiao had responded when Mrs. Feng delivered dried apricots yesterday. Otherwise, not knowing the outcome left her uneasy.

Shi Feng glanced at the departing figure and rose to tidy the office, surprised to see work ending so early. Was he truly in love and rushing to a date?

Eighteen Niang listened to his eloquent words, pretending to repent. She was speechless. This King of Zhenping had made a name for himself purely by his silver tongue.

“It’s okay. As long as we work hard, everyone will see it,” Park Hyomin said encouragingly, not losing heart.

“Where are you going with that? If you want a drink, I’ll drink with you,” Chen Xi successfully changed the subject. Su Xiaoran had witnessed him and Xia Lin down three cups in front of her.

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Upon entering the Marquis Champion’s residence, Eighteen Niang went straight to see Li Jing. Li Ziqi wanted to follow but was blocked at the door by Shen Ze and Mr. Jinghu.

Because Jin Guitai and others had work in the afternoon, the group didn’t stay long for the meal. After the gathering, everyone dispersed.

“Ah!” Ma Du suddenly pulled his hand back, grabbing Yang Xian’s hair and slamming his head onto the ground. Yang Xian strained his neck and kicked Ma Du’s back with both legs.

“Better late than early; early brings trouble,” Su Xiaoran poured a cup of tea, tilted her head back, and drank it all. Only then did Qi Qi notice the finger marks on her face, which was unacceptable. Qi Qi instantly lost her temper.

A slap was about to land on Madam Lü’s face when a yellow figure flew in. By the time everyone snapped back to reality, they saw Shui Su’s furious expression.

Huo Ziyin narrated again, but the assembly below was not only made up of Huo Ziyin’s original followers but also included some guest nobles, the Great Zhou Flying Generals, Li Shicheng, and Moonfall Silver Hammer Pei Wushuang.

The Governor of the Two Rivers, Huang Tinggui, respectfully reported: The acting governor has been acting recklessly and repeatedly. I hereby report the facts sincerely, hoping for your wise judgment.

That is to investigate clearly how those two ghosts from the cultivation world, Qian Gui and others, came to Earth.