Chapter 132: Conflicting Cultivation Techniques

The system, sounding aggrieved, nimbly shifted the blame: "Rewards are distributed randomly; you can't blame me for that. Besides, I told you at the time that this was a replica of the 'Black-Hearted Lotus' version."

Chu Yuyao was so angry she nearly fainted. The nerve of this wretched system, digging a pit for her and then acting like it was in the right? Coupled with her dizzy head, her temper flared even more. It was supposed to be a legitimate reward, so how did it turn into stolen goods by the time it reached her? She felt more wronged than Dou E. Rubbing her aching temples, she pretended to be oblivious, struggling to...

This man was the eldest of the Seven Heroes of Jiangdong, who had betrayed his own brothers to escape when Shi Yan first entered the martial arts world and rescued Leng Jianfeng. However, the current Shi Yan did not recognize him. He merely looked at the burly man in front of him with suspicion, his grip tightening. Regardless of how this man knew him, a battle was inevitable.

The incense smoke continued to curl upward, though it was hard to tell if it was drifting away from the mortal realm or clinging to it with reluctance.

After listening to Gao Jing, the group was no longer in a panic. Instead, they attacked Shi Yan in an orderly, methodical, and disciplined manner, either retreating at a single touch or throwing hidden weapons, careful never to engage him head-on.

Sitting in the courtyard, Fei Liangyan felt as if his heart were being clawed by a hundred fingernails. It was past midnight, and Shi Yi still hadn't returned, nor had he called. Could something have happened to him? At this thought, Fei Liangyan broke into a cold sweat. He wanted to rush out to find him, but in such a vast city, where would he even begin to look?

The three of them had just left the Lihe Foreign Firm when Huzi stepped forward and asked, "Brother Ning, are you still the Chen Ning I knew? When did you learn to speak German?"

Disturbed by Sun Huixian’s outburst, Liu Lingshan lost all sleepiness and decided she might as well get up. She would play it by ear after getting up, striving to open the safe as soon as possible to give Peter an answer.

"How can you frame an innocent person? What about the surveillance in your shop? If you pull up the footage, won't everything be clear?" Luo Yuhang, who was supporting Shi Yi to the side, finally spoke up.

"Don't be like this." He looked slightly annoyed, his face tightening. After saying this, he opened the door to the cake shop, and the cold wind blew in, making her shiver slightly.

***

"Her identity is nothing special; what is special is the person she intends to recruit today." A cold voice suddenly came from the back courtyard of the teahouse. Everyone turned to see Ouye Lian, draped in snow-white begonia blossoms, strolling leisurely from the back toward the group.

The provisional vice-presidential election meeting of the Republic of China was held, electing Li Yuanhong as the provisional vice-president of the Republic of China.

Zheng Chen immediately utilized his eight-sword formation, activating several sword arrays at once. The sword qi within his body was drained in an instant.

Since they had work to do later, Liu Guihua didn't cook anything elaborate; she just reheated the leftovers from the morning and tossed a plate of cucumber salad, and the family sat down to eat like that.

As the saying goes, the unknown is the most dangerous. She had no idea what she was about to face.

"I will force the ghost gu out, and you must use your blood once more to strike him a heavy blow. If we do this, the blood gu will surely be eliminated!" Daoist Guanxing said to me slowly, a trace of solemnity in his eyes.

"Brother Chen, what do you mean by that?" Qiao Feng, standing nearby, was also confused. However, he had a vague feeling that today's events would not end well. The Shaolin Temple had been kind to him, and he did not want to see Chen Fan become an enemy of the temple.

Xu Huang not only scouted Huang Zhong but also sent men to search a radius of a hundred miles, and sure enough, he discovered some intelligence.

Lin Kai and the others searched their entire bodies only to find fewer than fifty dark crystals. After exchanging them to fill their quotas, they were left with less than twenty.

The master of the Palace Master’s Hall wanted to meet with him, which made Wang Erhei somewhat curious. After all, this was his first time here; he hadn't even known of a place called Yuzigui before.

After work, the employees went to the fourth floor in groups to play. When passing the third-floor stairs, they unconsciously slowed their pace, fearing they might shatter the tranquility of the third floor.

"The Guanxing Daoist Sect? Are you disciples of Daoist Guanxing?" The emaciated old man on the wooden chair to the left asked in surprise, his eyes gleaming with a faint light.

A-Long was doing alright, but A-Biao had died outright. Although Luo Wanmei provided a generous pension, A-Biao was not even thirty, with parents above and children below; without him, his family was practically ruined.

Seeing that An Qingyan was angry, Gu Yanran could only obediently put the braised pork back into the food box. She clapped her hands, finally becoming serious. "Brother, the child is Huang Pu-yu's and mine. Also, don't worry, we will definitely be able to get out. We will!!" Gu Yanran gripped An Qingyan's hand tightly.

***

Lin Bixiao was wondering at that moment what that "deserted island" they kept mentioning was, and what Lin Bichi had been through during this time.

They wandered until the sky turned gray before returning to their lodging. After eating a little and bathing, they went to bed. Xia Jichen naturally couldn't resist tormenting Qian Wu a bit, but knowing she was exhausted, he only took her once before holding her to sleep.

Just as Yi Ning arrived at Luo Shenyuan’s courtyard in Xinqiao Hutong and leaned out of the carriage, she saw a hand reaching out toward her.

Upon hearing this, Moke’s mouth couldn't help but twitch. He had thought Luo Wanmei was blaming him for interfering with a fair fight; it turned out Luo Wanmei just felt it was troublesome that he hadn't let Fu Hu win immediately.

"Urgh!" The man’s face was filled with astonishment. He died without even seeing Qin Nan launch a second attack, because the seventh form of the Killing Sword had struck him down instantly.

Cang You sat cross-legged to the side, eyes closed, slowly regulating his internal injuries. Qi Sujin sat quietly by the campfire, occasionally stealing glances at Cang You. She was clearly still confused by what had just happened, and her face, illuminated by the firelight, grew even more flushed and enchanting.

Lin Bixiao was definitely not one of those ordinary socialites; her tenacity and persistence were traits he himself had to admire.

Duan Pengyu and Zhao Xing were already cleaning up the private room. Yu Minghui found a clean one, went inside, turned on the lights, and sat on the sofa, surveying the room.

Was it really so? Jiang Yuanjun was skeptical. Xu Mo’s nervousness when he first answered the phone, and the way his expression visibly stiffened when the old Mrs. Xu mentioned Australia, had not gone unnoticed.

At this moment, Wang Zheng suddenly realized that the mist had permeated the courtyard at some point, becoming so thick that it began to impair his vision.