Chapter 57: How Infuriating!
The blood of Yan and Huang seeped deep into the soul. Lu Qingfei disliked the cultivation world; she was always searching for a way home and believed she would inevitably return. But when did Li Heng realize she was not of that world? Lu Qingfei pondered deeply, only able to think of one answer—the ancient bronze coin. When he sought Cangjing Town’s treasure, Qingjue, he glimpsed the future in the Abyss Beyond Worlds. Yet, the divination arts of Cangjing only reveal the fate of the caster.
“How much are you planning to offer?” Xi Bai replied hurriedly, his tone suggesting he would accept whatever price the other was willing to pay. “I am doing this for Yi Fan, not for you,” Aunt Eight responded calmly, then retreated to her corner, closing her eyes and turning her prayer beads, once again shutting out the outside world.
Assassins do not act this way unless they have absolute confidence; they do not fear being recognized, certain that the authorities cannot catch them. Moreover, they are confident that all witnesses, including Luo Feng and myself, will perish. After all, Xia Yuqing’s strength lies in her mental abilities, but her body could never match the rigorous training undergone by Duo’er and her peers.
The arena before them was, without surprise, the venue for the Huashan Sword Tournament eliminations. The crowd gradually recovered from their shock, only to be met with a cacophony of shouting around them. She knew that Wang Feng would give her everything she desired, regardless of whether she was his sister.
Lin Desheng hooked his tobacco pouch onto his belt, paid no heed to saying goodbye to Zhou Dahai and the others, and turned to leave. Yet under the moonlight, Wang Feng could clearly see a few strands of white hair among the black. Business fluctuates, so the expressions of the shopkeepers varied: some basked in contentment, some despaired, others trembled with anxiety and wild speculation.
The doctor came over to say Jiang Zuoyi’s wounds were not serious; no organs had been threatened, though he had lost much blood. A few days of bed rest would suffice. The broadsword flew toward a sturdy tree, birds and beasts scattered, and half the blade embedded straight into the trunk. But before he could rejoice, a streak of red light appeared before his eyes.
And it was a high-interest loan that could be legally issued! After all, if the Federal Reserve leads the way with high rates, why not let the local banks stoke the fire further? Just before her car came within centimeters of the red-lighted vehicle ahead, she stopped in time and avoided an accident.
“Ahem, here! Deduct it from your salary,” Zhao Shu said, unconcerned with the amount of silver, but curious about the intentions of the national advisor. Knowing they were outside, why pretend not to see them? As Master Huirong had said, the scenery below the cliff was excellent. After viewing it, Zhou Mujiao gave it her approval.
Yan Lingji thought to herself, still unwilling to believe that Bai Yi and Jing Ni shared a normal relationship, even though she envied their daily life. Circling the wide desk, Goodman walked over to Carter, looking as if he might grab Carter’s collar and interrogate him.
The people around watched Jiang Mei and her companion, their whispers shifting to accusations, and some, unable to contain themselves, began to curse outright. Bai Yi ignored the man, drew his sword, and thrust it to his left. There were two windows in the room; naturally, two people had entered.
When he reached Old Zhang, he merely smiled, his gaze drifting to Gu Bing at his side. Qin Yun’s goal was not Matsumoto Budo; he sat back, crossed his legs, and thought that a plate of sunflower seeds would make the scene even more fitting.
This differed from Cheng Man’s previous life—back then, workers preferred to rest on Sundays, making it easier to arrange outings and shopping, which was livelier than usual. But in the seventies, most people didn’t care which day of the week they rested.
Of course, he dared not say such things to Master Chi Xuan; he still depended on him to tame the beasts. She didn’t know whose child it was; as long as she was pregnant, she’d simply pin it on Yi Du Tian Sun, the hapless scapegoat.