31. Exchange for Silver
Sleep is one of life's greatest pleasures, even when endured on the jolting ride of a carriage. The black cat slumbered deeply in its makeshift nest. Yet, even in sleep, its ears remained alert, never letting down its guard—not because Lu Xun willed it so, but because a cat’s nature is to sleep lightly.
No wonder Sun Shen treated the constable with such disdain. To travel by carriage was indeed an ordeal, far less steady than a donkey cart or an ox cart.
The constable gave the order to the team. Liu Chengsha dared not delay and hurriedly stepped aside. Thus, the two engaged in a back-and-forth exchange. Behind Liu Lanlong, Shengtian and the others watched the battle, cheering on their champion. The duel between Liu Lanlong and Liu Chengsha was truly remarkable, drawing constant applause from the onlookers.
“I have already sent word to my elder brother about your arrival. He is quite pleased, but he has urgent matters to attend to. He has asked you to wait here in the Qingzhou camp for three days. After that, I will bring you to see him,” said Hidden Emperor Wuchen.
“I found it!” In the midst of a dreamy haze, it was as if she had grasped a thread, and at its other end was surely Shirona’s location.
“Your cousin must have paid dearly to find such an ally. Battle-ready sorcerers of this kind are rare,” Roger remarked. Seeing that Damon still looked anxious, he shook his head with a gentle smile.
“Team Rocket?” I glanced at the ‘R’ emblazoned on their chests. Boss Sakaki was truly something—never hiding his troops, almost flaunting them in the streets.
Through years of diligent cultivation and under the meticulous guidance of Huangfu Mei, Suqing’s soul power and energy cultivation had advanced by leaps and bounds. In terms of pure energy cultivation, she now far surpassed the so-called top prodigies of the five great families.
Meng Tian leaned on his heavy sword, puzzled by Fusu’s intentions, yet he could sense Fusu was in no mood for jest.
Liu Xuanyu going to confront Qin Lingxue was nothing short of courting death. If Liu Xuanyu perished, what a tremendous loss it would be for Wang Ling’er. Wang Ling’er hurried to intervene, reminding Liu Qingyuan that this matter required careful consideration.
“Are you planning to become this... new example?” With such heaven-defying luck, it would indeed be easy to achieve.
“Did I say that? That’s strange.” I tried to recall—had I ever spoken those words? It seemed I hadn’t, not even knowing she was going to challenge the League.
I wanted to give Lin Duoduo the best protection, so I believed there was no need for her to know my past. Truthfully, I was also afraid—after so many years wandering the world, my hands were stained with blood. If she knew who I was, would she still choose to stay by my side?
Protected by three layers of defense, even a mid-tier cultivator of the Celestial Cave Realm—or a high-ranking powerhouse of the Divine Fright Realm—would find it difficult to harm him.
Even Zhan Konglie felt a twinge of envy. He knew that among his clan, only a select few—barely more than a dozen—were qualified to view the second scroll. As for the third, apart from the patriarch and two elders, no one else had ever laid eyes on it.
“It’s over...” Lord Han stood frozen, at a loss, closing his eyes in dread, awaiting the bloody conflict that seemed sure to erupt in the council chamber at any moment.
“Is this a jab at the rules I’ve set?” Shen Lang’s words sounded somewhat sharp, but to the man before him? He simply shook his head. “No, I think they’re meaningful. I, too, am a soldier!” To be continued...
A player of the underworld? Such a cunning trick did resemble their methods... But how much power could such a player wield, to have the government heed their commands?
Yang Li spoke with three parts complaint and seven parts pride. Such a moment of glory—he wished the whole school could witness it. After all, who in the school would dare show his son disrespect after this?