Chapter Seventy-One: Hu Sanqi’s Arrangements
Xiaoshuang’s voice was not loud, yet it carried an indescribable authority that immediately halted my actions.
Ling Aotian let out a thunderous shout, stepped forward, and swung his broken sword, slashing at the spectral image of the beast.
On the third day of the lunar new year, the custom is to burn paper offerings for the deceased. Lin Chen’s grandmother had passed away many years ago, and every year on this day, he would observe the ritual.
“Firesea Animation” had always struggled to survive in the cracks. Li Yan had been confident about the two productions he made last year, but to his utter dismay, they couldn’t be sold at all.
Song Hao knew nothing of all this. After seeing Tang Ya off, he made another trip to the market. This time, he encountered no trouble and bought the old hen with ease.
From Gretos’s perspective, his strength might still fall short if he were to face Ling Aotian and the Sacred Fate avatar together, but dealing with Granlu would be more than manageable.
Now that this incident had occurred, there was a high chance that Zhang Yuan was behind it. He was clearly trying to strangle him. Damn it, it was already generous of him not to make trouble for Zhang Yuan, but to be set up again and again—did Zhang Yuan really think he was a sick cat, incapable of fighting back?
What’s more, the casting and reeling were all driven by mechanical means. Even when the fish were hauled onto the deck, they went straight into the hold—saving both time and effort.
The Seven Nights Mercenary Group was not only powerful and sizable, but their entire crew was also shrouded in mystery and fiercely exclusive.
He ran outside to call for a doctor. It couldn’t be helped—he had already sent all the servants away.
Before Qin Huai could speak, Shang Ya shut the door, turning the lock several times with a sharp click, as if making absolutely sure Qin Huai would have no chance to sneak in.
“Brother Yun, what are you thinking about?” someone nearby asked Chen Yun softly when they saw him standing there in a daze.
“What is it?” Shen Zhiyuan thought someone had arrived. He quickly darted to the window, asking nervously.
When Ren Si-nian asked why she had chosen this line of work, Leng Yi fell silent. Her snow-white teeth bit gently on her almost bloodless lower lip.
“Oh! Even masters of the Martial Realm would stoop to banditry?” Feng Shaoming said this aloud, but he didn’t believe it for a second. Nonsense—if all the Martial Realm masters turned to banditry, the four great clans would have been picked clean long ago. How could they possibly remain? Rumors are just rumors—never to be trusted.
“Mmm! Mmm!” With tape sealed over her mouth, Xiao could only make muffled sounds, unable to speak.
In a blink, a year had passed since Ling Yi had gone into seclusion. Yin Liufeng, Xie Guming, and Yang Xiao, who had been training outside, also returned to the Qian Kun Sect now that their period of trial was over.
The opponent Lin Yi faced—a fat man—was even harder to deal with than he’d expected. Unlike other overweight adversaries he’d encountered, this man was astonishingly agile, and his speed was by no means slow.
“Damn you and your Da Ye!” From the very beginning, Chen Yun had been on the defensive, and things had gotten extremely brutal. The sheer humiliation of it all fanned his rage to a fever pitch, and a wild surge of true energy burst from within him.
Recently, Ma Yong had been irritable. Though he’d managed to defeat the Yu brothers, the price had been heavy, and there was still one grudge left unsettled—he still hadn’t found a shooter to ambush Tian Hui, who had attacked Guo Kai in the hospital.
As Xu Yuan had this thought, her hand instinctively covered her stomach, and the frown on her brow deepened.
The Guardian Battle Armor carried no equipment attributes, as it was only a skin. However, thanks to the system, Chen Nan didn’t need to wear it—instead, it could manifest itself in the form he took after casting the “Indestructible Demon Body”—that was the Guardian Battle Armor.