Chapter 59: The Wicked Capitalist

To prevent Zhong Qin from getting beaten, Lu Qingfei bid farewell to Xu Feng with a perfectly measured smile, wishing him a swift return to his temple. Xu Feng gladly accepted, and just then someone approached for a fortune-telling, so he did not linger in conversation.

The three disciples headed to a nearby mall for a change of clothes. Next to the clothing store was a hair salon; before Lu Qingfei could say a word, Xie Yunjie, adapting to local customs, volunteered to get a haircut. Lu Qingfei was more than happy to oblige.

Thus, the three of them entered the hair salon together.

Indeed, the terms Li Ru offered were perfectly suited to Su Yunqing—a temporary job that provided stability. Though the pay was low, it was secure, making it ideal for a university student.

Han Yu’s gaze was fixed intently on several carelessly arranged rusty iron blades on a street vendor’s stall. He counted—one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight—a total of eight.

If, in the heart of winter, these avian beastkin could weather the season safely inside their nests, then using the same materials to insulate the greenhouses should provide ample warmth as well.

Awakened by the sudden noise, Yang Rui was about to throw off his covers and rise, but then he remembered his current predicament. Stifling his breath, he covered his mouth in alarm.

Han Shan’s blade-like gaze swept coldly over the scattered corpses. Cradling Ye Wushuang in his arms, he strode toward Demon Town.

“I’m officially notifying you: you two are surrounded.” Beneath the icy words came a chilling laugh that sent shivers down the spine.

The Phoenix Sparrow turned around slowly, her wounded gaze settling on her as she asked softly, “Because of Que Rao and my mother—haven’t you already decided…” To sever all ties with me? The pain in her chest made it impossible to breathe, and she could not finish the sentence.

In the days of the wastelands, it was Fang Yuan who, by setting traps with golden barriers, lured a thousand-strong orc army into a deadly snare. Despite being outnumbered, the Seventeen Guardians achieved an astounding feat—utterly defeating the orcs and refining their leader on the spot into an Orc Essence Pill.

Indeed, though Xiang Yunfeng was powerful, he had a glaring weakness: his combat experience was sorely lacking compared to Qin Jie. Qin estimated that Xiang Yunfeng’s strength might surpass Tuo Ba Shan, but if it came to a real fight, Xiang Yunfeng might not prevail.

“This staff is called the Black Dragon Adamantine Staff. It measures two and a half meters—just your height—and weighs seven hundred and thirty-nine jin. It once belonged to Cang Linfan, the bearer of the Eighth King’s Power two generations ago. Try it—if you can wield it, it’s yours.” With a smile, Qin Jie released his grip on the staff.

His stern expression shifted completely. His father had told him to kneel and beg for mercy—otherwise, they were finished.

Now the Sky Ladder claimed there was something inside his body. This actually made him excited, for he hoped the Sky Ladder could discover what it was. At the very least, he wanted to know why he was unable to cultivate.

Almost simultaneously, a river not far from the altar where Wang Yu stood erupted into towering waves, crashing like thunder and scattering like wild snow. The spray shot more than ten meters high.

Although he did not learn the reason, Chen Yu decided not to press further. He sat down diagonally across from his father.

Lei Yuekong shook his head and could only sigh. The opponent, after all, was at the pinnacle of Earth Immortal cultivation. Even Chi Xiao, the current head of Mount Shu, could not match him at full strength—at best, he could try to delay him or barely defend himself.

As Shen Qiang appeared and questioned him, the young man who was already cursing his luck hesitated, then raised his brow and replied coldly.

The players were abuzz with discussion, watching as the Feiyang Battle Team mustered at the entrance to the Temple of the Sun.

Not only did ordinary spectators think as much—even the self-proclaimed cultivators, who considered themselves above the mundane world, exploded with excitement at the sight of the two beautiful women in ancient attire.

“Screech…” The student driving, excited by Chen Shu’s words, slammed on the brakes. The whole car nearly went tumbling together.