Chapter 88: My Illness, Too, Can Be Left Untreated

As the mightiest existence in the realm of legends, even if an entire sacred land were to mobilize its full strength, they might still fail to take down the world’s foremost powerhouse. Precisely because of such chaos, the people here would throw caution to the wind, and it was also the best opportunity for Ewan to rack up events.

“I…” Bai Lingjing’s cheeks flushed a deep red. Though she’d shared even more intimate gestures before, her heart still pounded uncontrollably.

As they drew near, Hua Chu realized it was because they’d set up a formation at the spot. Seeing the formidable array, Hua Chu exchanged a glance with Dongye Liuheng, both sensing that the drama was about to unfold. They found a distant, hidden place to watch what happened next.

These were the ones who, along the standard path, were the templates for Earth’s players—both their strength and positions merely counted as the lower to middle tier in this world.

Having made more than two pieces of eight in a single day, Father Zhao felt not joy but fear.

Hua Chu winced in pain and hastily withdrew her hand, wiping off the fresh blood and snapping, “You actually bit me! Are you part dog?” Looking at the neat rows of bite marks, she was filled with distress.

“What’s wrong? Mu Yan, did you forget something?” Bai Lingjing gazed curiously at Mu Yan’s broad back.

He had the quintessential features of a native of Country J—so ordinary that in a crowd he’d vanish at once. Apart from paleness, nothing about him stood out. No one would suspect this was the man feared by every mercenary group in Country J.

Xia Tian stared into Lin Qingshan’s eyes and saw the suppressed savagery within them.

This battle ended without suspense, with Yu Yan easily claiming victory. In fact, the disciple was simply unlucky; there had been two weaker opponents to choose from, but in the moment of hesitation, the others were picked.

“If we get any closer, that troublesome person will show up, so let’s move on to the next spot.” From a distance, Number Ninety-One could see a familiar figure at the gate—the one who, with a single move, had once left him helpless.

The air in Han Zhifu’s office was thick with smoke. Several officers sat frowning, pondering Liu Haichuan’s freshly given statement.

The thugs in the hall all drew their weapons and charged out. The sudden chaos made Zhou Xingyu want to turn and run.

“Hey, Brent, do you really believe we’re chasing one of those experimental subjects who escaped from that mad scientist called Maggie nearly two years ago?” He Ming fired a shot, a brilliant arc of blue lightning flashing through the air.

Gu Tianxing immediately opened the cave door and entered with Gong Wan’er. Shortly after, the two appeared in the great hall.

Director Shang kept a stern face. Though his own people were at fault first, he still shifted the blame onto Xia Fan.

“This is the mother sarcophagus. Since the green one allows entry, I boldly suppose the red sarcophagus might as well!” Zhan Ping dared not meet the three emperors’ gaze, smiling obsequiously as he presented the coffin.

Now all three possessed the first stage of the Yin-Yang World Realm, but Han Bing was still the strongest in true combat. Xingran, with both the Star Spirit Physique and Fire Element Physique and powerful martial skills, was ultimately no match for the mighty bloodline of the Chaos Dragon Priest.

He weighed the whip in his hand but didn’t bring it down at last. With a fierce glare at Yun Yang, he stormed off in anger.

When Li Xian spoke, Shi Heng was convinced that Li Xian had come as a lobbyist for Xu Youzhen.

Xu Youzhen’s words were a clear signal—at the court’s grand examination, there’d be no easy gain for Cao Jixiang’s nephew. It was now obvious the nephew had no chance at all of being posted to that lucrative position.

Inwardly, I sneered. Qi Ruilin had become emperor, but I still had to be wary of him as one would a thief. Yet he played the role of affectionate brother so well… Of course, my smile was as sweet as honey.

With Liu Feng’s declaration, everyone grew anxious. If he were to open a bank, the Han Money House would be edged out. Whether it could survive was in question. How could they bear to lose their cash cow?

With the Tang family as their backer, the Qin family’s development went smoothly. Still, to become the fifth great house after the already established four, they lacked both the hard and soft power. Even so, they became one of the new up-and-coming families.

Following his gaze to “King Qiao,” the scoundrel was busy tormenting our unfortunate comrades. Peng Zheng and I couldn’t help but look at this man—whom I usually loathed—with complicated eyes.

Just then, the palace attendants of Qiao Hall gradually gathered, weeping as they recounted yesterday’s events from all sides.

“Cut the nonsense! Someone must have tipped you off, or with my skills in disguise and voice, how could I have been recognized?” Xi’e wore a look of having been outmaneuvered.

Li Lei snorted coldly, thoughts spinning. Since even the Soul-Chasing Kill had been used, he might as well unleash the Blood Fiend Art.

Heaven’s will is merciful. Once suppressed, even if it’s only a corpse, barring unforeseen events, none would seek to slay it further. As for what would happen centuries hence… let those of the future worry about it.

Zhang Yang cried out in pain, but he didn’t realize that Yang Ming was no longer the man he once was. Awkward as it sounded, that was the truth.

For example, the time ratio between the Water Margin world and reality might be ten to one, or twenty to one, and so on. However, the cost of acting cool would surely be considerable.

Xiuqin was strict with Si Yan, but never before had she scolded so harshly—clearly, something was gravely wrong.

“Tia, are you out for a walk?” Without a trace of arrogance and as gentle as an ordinary lover, Ao Xingfeng approached her, unconcerned about being recognized.