Chapter 121: Attending to Trifles

"...Foundation Establishment disciples have a certain degree of self-preservation when traveling outside, and it is perfectly normal to go out for trials and seek opportunities for a breakthrough. Taking on a sect mission while leaving is a common choice for most disciples; it serves both purposes, completing the sect's requirements while gaining personal experience."

"I understand, Junior Sister. Many thanks for the guidance, Senior Brother Song."

Song Ke continued: "Inner disciples generally communicate using jade message slips. You—"

"Of course, if that doesn't work, we can just head to the third floor and borrow two bottles. We mustn't treat Brother Lu Xuan poorly," Huai Guanghai said with a laugh.

Divine East Hall—the name had a certain ring to it. Long Luo asked, "What does everyone think of Divine East Hall?"

I looked closely. There was nothing unusual about the plum tree, but what was that black thing embedded in the ground? It looked like an inkstone. I deliberately crouched low to get a closer look and ran my hand firmly over the black stone. It was cold, delicate, and smooth. Indeed, it was a high-quality Duan inkstone.

Wang Youcai tossed over a hundred dollars and lowered his voice: "Find us a clean room." As he spoke, he gestured behind him, and Ma Hongfang walked in with her head bowed.

Wen Xin was a peak ninth-level Martial Master, while Xiaoyao Jian was a second-level Martial General. Perhaps because Wen Xin had spent much of his time on artifact refining and formations alongside his martial cultivation, whereas Xiaoyao Jian was single-mindedly devoted to the sword—his heart and body one with the blade—coupled with his own fortuitous encounters, his martial prowess had actually surpassed that of Wen Xin.

When the feverish heat in my body finally faded completely, I regained my clarity. Mother said she had already signed a life-and-death contract for me and Seventh Brother. From this point on, Seventh Brother held dominion over my life and death; whatever he demanded of me, I would do, without room for resistance. Because, from the moment the contract was signed, he had gained control over my very thoughts.

Wang Zijun suddenly threw a punch at Ren Zhonglong. Caught off guard, Ren Zhonglong staggered, nearly collapsing right into Lu Xuan.

The frail Gao Guangrong shook his head, his mouth opening and closing soundlessly, unable to utter a single word.

Once everything was arranged, Xiao Yunfei breathed a heavy sigh of relief. The next step was to deal with Li Dexuan.

The two of them walked to the window simultaneously and parted the sheer curtains to look down. The graceful figure on the high platform was none other than the great shopkeeper, Lu Wushuang.

Tsk, tsk, tsk. What was truly admirable was that every time Her Highness accomplished something extraordinary, she remained as calm as ever, never claiming credit and keeping her achievements hidden from view. Who else could compare?

Ye Nanshan was exceptionally delighted, like a child with a new toy. He flipped a money pouch in his hand over and over again, repeating the motion a dozen times before he finally stopped.

Tamage attacked like a madman, yet he could barely survive a single exchange under Will before suffering a fatal wound, only to be resurrected by the power of the Egg-Egg Fruit.

Then Simon watched as, under the intense, restrained gaze of a certain gentleman, Lou Yuqiong managed to suggest in just a few words that Lou Xi should return to the Duke’s mansion with Old Master Lou.

"Both sides are at fault here. For my sake, let's just consider this settled," Captain Wang snorted.

Murong Jianyu said: "This method you have for increasing your cultivation is indeed wondrous, but do not rely on it too much. Cultivation gained through external objects can never compare to that which is forged through one's own hard work."

Xiong Fangrui felt a wave of self-pity and heartache. She picked up her bowl and took a bitter, resentful bite of the cold noodles, only to be instantly conquered by their tangy, spicy, and refreshing flavor. Before long, she had finished the entire bowl. She felt a lingering craving, but there were no more noodles left in the basin, so she had to let it go.

Before Cheng Jinse could finish what she was saying, Wen Shi hung up the phone, grabbed his jacket from the sofa, and rushed out.

After attending such a lecture, Ye Nanshan, a dragon himself, finally gained a general understanding of the Dragon Race.

Just as Chen Feng was feeling conflicted, he suddenly saw Du Wei wink at him. He froze for a moment, then met her eyes and realized she was using hand gestures to signal the numbers 3-0-1.