Chapter 135: Corpse Aura

The salvage team searched for two full days without a trace, unable to even locate the vehicle. Elder Han’s health deteriorated due to emotional distress, requiring hospitalization.

"You will regret this!" Huang Mengmeng was unwilling to leave, turning back to glare at them viciously, as if warning them of their ignorance. She thought to herself that Fang Yuqi was just like his foolish sister, targeting her at every turn. Once today was over, she would make him pay. Waiting to see her fail?

Bai Yanxi’s lips still curled into that eerie smile. With a thunderous crash and a cloud of dust, the man she had kicked flew backward, slamming into the wall before sliding down onto the cold floor.

"You go check on Dad; I’ll go take a look outside," Zhao Yanfang said, rising from her seat. She couldn't even sleep peacefully, constantly worried about disturbing the old man.

In recent years, the children had all grown up and left the village to find work, leaving only the two elderly parents behind. During the busy farming seasons, none of the children ever returned to help.

Suddenly, the tall man turned, his long arms reaching out to pull her into his embrace, encircling her completely.

Su Mo, who had been eavesdropping with earphones, was in a good mood until Lu Weixi’s sudden remark caused his expression to turn cold and stern.

However, observing this, the demon priest in the black robe showed no ripples of emotion. He merely waved his hand impatiently at the guards beside him, looking thoroughly annoyed.

The fat monk pressed his palms together and said, "Virtuous, truly virtuous. The Buddha says there is neither self nor the appearance of sentient beings. Since this beggar benefactor sought to ambush this humble monk, I have no choice but to send him before the Buddha." As he spoke, his eyelids half-closed, resembling a Buddha in meditation, radiating an air of serenity. If it weren't for the shocking scene everyone had just witnessed, it would be impossible to imagine such ruthlessness from him.

But this was fine; the man was already a demon general under his command. The stronger he became, the more beneficial it was for him.

"The Second Young Master may not realize this now, but he will eventually understand, unless... you replace him, Master!" Xiao Jianghe bowed and replied.

Just as Lin Nan felt utterly bewildered, a cold huff echoed from the sky like a thunderous roar, striking the fat man in an instant.

"Yes, he saved me. I’ve been taking the opportunity to recover at his place for the past two days. I’m sorry to have worried you." A spark of light flickered in Ji Zili’s eyes when she mentioned Mo Yu Jingchen.

"Fifth Brother, your cold toxin is truly completely cured. This is wonderful." As soon as Mo Yu Jingfeng saw Mo Yu Jingchen, he spoke with concern. The cold toxin, which had tormented his brother for over a decade, had finally been purged, and he was genuinely happy for him.

Su Mei remained stunned for a long while. Looking at Chu Yunlian’s indifferent demeanor and then at Jinfeng’s deathly pale face, she finally decided to leave, though she didn’t forget to urge Chu Yunlian to make sure he was healed.

If the strength of vampires—barons, viscounts, and counts—equated to the Mingjin stage of martial arts, then a marquis’s strength was roughly at the level of an early Anjin stage practitioner.

Zhang Yiming looked at Hou Yu with an inquiring gaze, asking if he could handle these experts.

"You saved me?" He let out a cold sneer, walking right up to her. At such close proximity, the faint scent of lotus on her body brought an inexplicable sense of peace to his heart.

Fang Chen thought about it; he was right. If Ruoxi were here, he wouldn't fear dozens of men with blades. But his own strength wasn't at that level yet, and if someone really came, he wouldn't be able to hold them off.

However, the lecherous old man clearly saw Li Feng, and his lewd expression betrayed him.

"Hand it over!" Just as Ye Tian sat in the car and started the engine to leave, Qin Muyao reached out her fair hand.

A man dressed in a brilliant yellow dragon robe came into view. This noble man of the Western Song Dynasty was nearing fifty. He was of medium height, not particularly tall, but his presence was overwhelming. His eyes were deep and bright, making it impossible to look directly at him. His actual appearance was secondary.

The top player on the World Zone leaderboard had already passed level 75. Yang Bufan, with his level 67 strength, ranked twenty-fourth—and he had only just reached level 67 recently.

Shen Tong had many peers in the village, but only a few he was close with. Li Mingming was one, but his family had moved to the county seat and rarely returned. Dahai was one, Qiangzi was another, and then there was Yanni.

After all, the Mo woman was the legitimate Crown Princess consort. Once the Crown Prince ascended the throne, she would be the undisputed Empress of the Six Palaces. Shen Qiuyu could barely hold her own when she was favored, but once she lost that favor, how could she compete with the Mo woman? Even a fool knew which choice to make.

"Han Fu." Seeing the thin layer of sweat on the sleeping Huang Yan, Hong Xiu called out softly toward the door while gently settling Huang Yan on the bed.

The atmosphere in the private room finally returned to its former state, filled with laughter and playful banter in every corner.

A proud person, after experiencing setbacks, will either fall into the abyss or bide their time, waiting for an opportunity to shock the world and return to the peak. It all depended entirely on Jin Xiang himself.

Glancing at Yang Chengzhi in the distance, he shook his head, thanked the old man, and decided to return the way he came to find a place to rest.

Thus, she took the initiative to pull Lin Qiang to Fang Muyue’s side and gave a long speech. Fang Muyue didn't give her a pleasant look—it seemed she was angry—so she deliberately acted against Fang Muyue, insisting on taking them up the mountain.

"Could it be that the warm environment here helps with my internal energy cultivation?" Lin Qiang muttered to himself.

It was something they often did, both before and after Xiao Qi’er became pregnant, and there was little reason for shyness.

But now they were building a village; even if the house structures were the same, they felt it was impossible to reach the level of the Happy Farm.

"Master, how could this happen?" With a hint of horror, Jialuo looked at the Phoenix Suzaku and asked.

Lin Qiang didn't want to strike too hard; with an elbow strike, a knee smash, and a grappling technique, he knocked two men flying and captured Fatso Liu alive.

"Then why won't you let me go?" Chang Xue-wu tried to persuade Lu Yihang, but before he could finish, his head spun, his vision went black, and he collapsed to the ground, losing consciousness.

Lu Yihang assumed Old Man Jin was saying this to distract him. The match was inherently unfair; if these three demigods went all out, he wouldn't have a chance. Fortunately, the three were not exerting their full strength, merely trying to stop him from succeeding.