Chapter 75: The Show Has Only Just Begun

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“Young Master Yan.”

She suppressed the urge to throw a cup of tea at him and gritted her teeth. “This wager of yours—is it that you want me to act as a human platter?”

Truly, his reputation for gallantry was well-deserved; he played such outrageous games behind closed doors.

Little did she know she had misunderstood him. Yan Jingchen had never ordered any “dishes” there, nor had he engaged in any sordid games. He simply had business to conduct at that place.

After all, it was a den of mixed company, where people from every faction gathered—a prime place to gather information.

With a slash and a thrust, he deflected the Iron Head Skill’s attack. Ren Xiao, watching the scene unfold, played along dramatically. “Exactly like that!” he declared, kicking away the one attacking with fists, then turning to launch a full-force blow at the man who favored legwork.

When she appeared, Song Yaohua’s face turned sour, while Qi Jiajia’s expression was equally cold.

Holding her breath, she stared at the security door as if awaiting exam results—her nerves stretched tight with anticipation.

Why was it that now they could no longer trust one another? Even when together, they barely spoke.

In fact, logistics didn’t have to handle these matters; each department’s assistant was more than capable.

The fire axe missed and crashed into the earth, splitting the ground and becoming embedded in the soil.

This pain was even worse than when he’d tempered his body in the Blazing Heaven Fire. Back then, Jiang Fan’s resistance was stronger, thanks to his understanding of fire techniques.

“Can you tell me now?” Qin Qian sat down, took the tea a servant had prepared for her return, and sipped it gently.

With that, he led his team away. They had relied on those three fourth-tier experts, but it was clear that the trio’s fighting spirit had vanished.

After Qingsword Peak destroyed Hidden Mountain Residence, the place was left in chaos. He didn’t hurriedly restore it, but instead went to the back courtyard to check on the twelve lotus seeds he’d buried.

Li Changzhi’s subordinates berated Liu Xinran, unwilling to believe her words.

Yet in the darkness, his vision was barely hindered—he saw the two faces from afar.

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Of course, he was confident that within two years, before the cataclysm arrived, he would reach the Fifth Realm. But as for the higher Sixth and Seventh Realms, his confidence waned.

Unnoticed by all, at the entrance of Jingshan Town, a man appeared—draped in sky-blue robes, with long hair cascading like a waterfall, and a delicate, ethereal air.

The second method was to exert power from a distance, but its efficacy could never match direct contact with flesh and blood. More time was needed to affect the opponent.

Though it was their first meeting, Shen Lang sensed the old man’s deep delight and affection at his arrival.

Judging by the Golden Crow Cave’s state, placing a conjured creature within seemed to trigger some unimaginable transformation.

“Humanity? Divinity?” Lin Lei pondered the words, feeling somewhat lost.

In truth, after deploying Absolute Zero, he still had energy to spare—a telling sign of his strength.

Hearing this, Ming Ying’s bitterness deepened. Over the years, she’d clarified five or six times before Helian Qi that she was not the true culprit behind Han Chu’s death by fire. Yet each time, Helian Qi replied coldly, “You’re overthinking it.”

Two streams of spiritual power collided once more, unleashing another mighty shockwave and a cloud of dust. When it settled, Xuan Yuanze’s blood and energy surged, his face flushed even redder.

Orpheus frowned and reinforced her energy shield. But the berserk Leilei, radiating red and exuding menace, was utterly unfazed; she raised her hand, gathering all her strength, and struck again.

But could Xubu truly secure the Khan’s throne? It was uncertain. As an unrecognized and illegitimate claimant, not every Xiongnu tribe would submit. And luck was against him: his arrival at the royal court was abrupt; a single misstep and both Xubu and Qu Bei had slipped away.

A spatial barrier descended, then faded. Chengnuo nodded, keeping his wings unfurled, and once again soared into the air.

“No need, no need—we can handle things ourselves. Your kind offer is appreciated,” the burly dark-faced man said, lowering his head to sip his tea, using the gesture to signal that the conversation with Qin Feng was over.

“I’ve already fallen from a building—you won’t comfort a patient, but instead you’re here to crush my spirit?” I pleaded, tearful and earnest.

“That’s right! Big brother is ours!” Qiufeng came to my right side. Several more girls gathered around as though staking their claim.

It seemed Irene wasn’t willing to tell me anything now—perhaps another time. I opened my backpack to sort through my things, when a strange thing occurred: I placed the Dragon Crystal beside the Saint Dragon Grudge, and suddenly, the system chimed in my ear.

Li Cheng and Gu Yulin recounted everything they knew and even wrote a letter of introduction, making arrangements for accommodation.

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Moreover, Di Hao’s plan was to use other money or goods for trade first, and only as a last resort would he offer the fifth-grade pill, since its value far exceeded that of Dragon Soul Grass.

But that was not the end. After all was done, Li Xin picked up a cup of Qingyuan wine from the table, drained it in one gulp, then repeated the action twice more.

“Oh? Why are the instructors here too?” Tang Ge pointed at some familiar faces not far off.

“You certainly went to great lengths. But how could a cultivator’s territory be like this? Did you force someone again?” Grandmother Jia asked.

Qin Hu’s ancestors were among the Four Dukes and Twenty-Eight Marquises who founded Great Yu. Three months ago, his father died, and Qin Hu inherited the title, becoming the new Marquis Champion.

Bai Nuofan unleashed a torrent of scolding at the middle-aged man—she knew exactly what he intended for Dilreba.

Suddenly, there was a flash in the grass ahead. Jia Baoyu squinted—yes, it was a wild rabbit. Delighted, he picked up his bow, aimed, and shot at the creature.

But it was Madam Zhang who first wiped away her tears, stood, and said, “Yulian, come help me with dinner.” Yulian assented, supporting her mother as they followed the servant to the kitchen.

In the beast of catastrophe’s jet-black, pearl-like pupils, the dangerous man appeared—his hands wreathed in searing heat and crimson afterimages, slicing through the air in a dazzling, flaming arc, arriving before her in an instant.

At that moment, Cai Juan trembled, barely able to stand. She had never imagined her parents could utter such hurtful words.

Most astonishing of all was that Sakura Yuzuki, whom Takahashi Hiro treated with such reverence, addressed this man as “Master.”

Looking closely, he saw a white ribbon tied to the pigeon—it must be a letter from the ancient tomb.

It was like a video game: when a silver-ranked player learned the person beside them was a pro, they couldn’t help but feel awe.

“Let’s go. We’ll pretend to leave first, then you wait for me farther away,” Xiang Yunsheng said, turning back the way they came. The others nodded and followed him as they left the place.