Volume One, Chapter 88: The Ji Family Looks Down on Others, and the Uncle and Sister-in-law Flirt Ambiguously

How could that be possible? Ji Junyong was never that kind of person. In his previous life, he only cared for her, going so far as to desperately suppress his own feelings. Earlier, she had only said those things to let Yang Min overhear, never expecting this hopeless romantic to actually take her words to heart.

The luxurious courtyard Ye Feng built for Lin Qingtan's family was not just well-defended, but also had the ability to draw in the world’s natural energy from the surroundings. Given that the age of the soul rings was about the same, and even though his martial spirit was outwardly inferior, Tang San, with his lower soul power, losing to the second team from the Heaven Dou Royal Academy, who had much higher soul power—was that really anything strange on the continent of Douluo?

But the real question is this: anyone daring to kill Ye Feng’s mother must be either highly skilled or possess powerful backing. The killer had no fear whatsoever of retaliation from the Nine-Hearted Begonia family.

Yet, Number One wasn’t exactly lying either. With the individual skills of their Infernal Legion, entering a military compound like this needed no entrance permit—they could come and go as they pleased. Could the guards even see them? Unless they grew extra pairs of eyes, and those would have to be like Erlang Shen’s.

He had been so well protected by Yuan Huan that at thirty-six, already old enough to be a grandfather in the mortal world, he was still as naive and clueless as Gu Qingxi.

This group was indeed a bit shabby, but their confidence remained unshaken. They believed they could last the full seven days in the Enchanted Demon Valley.

Tan Chuwei: “Let the past serve as a warning. I don’t want to let some trivial matter waste another five years of my life. How many five years do I have to waste on romance?”

Moments later, the attack landed. The white tiger lay motionless on the ground, blood staining its lips. Ye Feng walked over, stepped on the tiger’s body, the corners of his mouth lifting in a provocative smile as he stared down the coachman.

With a light flick of his fingers, Ye Feng sliced the towering trees into planks. In no time, three simple rooms were built. Once he had the houses, Ye Feng closed his eyes for a moment, and the earth around the structures rose up, forming a wall encircling them. Thus, a courtyard spanning three hundred meters appeared.

Hearing Su Yixin’s words, Old Lady Lu finally breathed a sigh of relief. Perhaps the steward was right—maybe Princess Rui’an had come to inspect the Lu family’s children?

That Dr. Wang was always so arrogant, relying on his connections, fearing no one. Even when a surgery went wrong, there was always someone to clean up after him. Why was he crying so bitterly today?

Fortunately, Li Er had not forgotten to heat the kang in Li Chengqian’s Eastern Palace. This surprised Wang Xingxin; perhaps Li Chengqian’s heartfelt cry of “Father” had truly touched Li Er’s heart.

Just as they spoke, Yu Ning suddenly reached out, grasped one side of the cell door, and with a gentle tug, pulled the entire thing off its hinges.

Beppo couldn’t help but step back, cold sweat sliding down his face. To stand so close to the killing intent of the three Admirals—not everyone could withstand such pressure.

“Big brother, the leader of the Martial Alliance is dueling again. Let’s go watch,” said the guard in his peanut candy uniform. “We have to take care of the princess,” replied the stoic-faced one, expressionless.

Provoked, Old Six Song was filled with anger but dared not show it. With so many watching, he couldn’t afford to lose face. “Well, if it isn’t Lord Pan! What brings you here today?” Old Six Song flopped onto the sofa, but without comparison, there is no harm—he was far outmatched by Pan Canmiao in every way.

It was this very curiosity that drew Long Chengxuan in. Rather than flashing his military ID to resolve the matter directly, he chose to follow the ambulance instead.

“Just pack it up and come back to eat with me. Your shift doesn’t start until three; you can nap upstairs,” Xu Boqing said, leaning back in his chair.

War meant military merit. Even as a duke, Cheng Yaojin, coming from a great Shandong family and being a trusted confidant of Li Shimin, knew well that the emperor would eventually suppress or even eradicate the influence of the aristocratic clans. He had to rack up more military achievements to maintain his voice at court and earn the emperor’s trust.

“Director Huo, I think you’re mistaken. Wu Yuming’s demands are indeed excessive, but that’s just his own greed. It has nothing to do with me, nor is it any challenge to the government.” Wu Yucheng had already decided to cling tightly to Bao Feiyang, refusing to bend any further to Huo Yingcai, and so he replied with calm dignity.

Yet all these burly men were martial arts experts, masters of hand-to-hand combat and blessed with immense strength. Yang Xuangan’s power could shatter a normal man’s bones and sinews, but trading blows with these men left even him feeling a dull ache.

Naturally, the royal family had its own pride. No matter what price was offered, they would never give in.

Just as Hao Ren pondered this, three streaks of light shot across the sky, plummeting toward the Ice Fortress.

This way, even if Ye Feng took them out of the spatial realm for his own purposes, they wouldn’t dare betray him. Should any thought of betrayal arise, the controlling parasite would make them understand the true meaning of lifelong regret.

Fire Lord’s words left Yuan Dian profoundly shocked. He could not fathom how that mysterious, black-robed cultivator would end up toying with them.

It’s not hard to understand, really. At first, perhaps the royal family had little faith. But after Wei Hang demonstrated his abilities, and given how much money they’d invested, they would certainly want his show to be the highlight of the event.

Yet Zhong Shi dared to boldly claim that the matter was far from over. Who could not be stunned by such a declaration?

“Lord Jiang will catch up soon. I’ll stay behind to hold him off.” There was a note of sorrow in its voice, the sense of farewell unmistakable. Judging by the tone, it stood little chance against Lord Jiang.

“These so-called heroes of Song Dynasty martial arts, the righteous masters of the major sects—when faced with money, power, and beauty, don’t they all end up bowing to my Xuangui Gang?” A look of disdain appeared on Xiang Mingxiao’s face, his eyes filled with contempt.