34. The Fierce Bandit

The steel trident thrust forward.

Cheng Yan twisted aside, dodging the attack, and drew his longsword in a swift counterstrike.

The man in the conical hat yanked his steel trident back and blocked the sword with it.

Clang!

Sparks flew as sword met steel.

With his blood surging, Cheng Yan couldn't help but use even more strength, which only exposed more openings.

The burly man seized the opportunity, flipped his trident, and swept it forward.

Rip.

A flash of blood appeared.

Cheng Yan felt a cold sting on his shoulder, but he paid no heed to the wound and yanked his sword back.

It was not just here—Madam Xue and his younger siblings were also meticulously provided for, nothing lacking.

She bit her lip, not daring to respond. She quickly found her nightgown, turned around, and fled to the bathroom as if escaping.

Li Xiaochen's disdainful gaze fell upon him. Xu Fan lowered his hand, narrowed his eyes, and stared right back at Li Xiaochen.

“Brother, I wouldn't dare!” Yang Yiming, his face deathly pale and his hands dripping with blood, hurriedly swore an oath in panic.

Golden Axe stood there for a long moment, then looked up at Zhao Zilong, turned silently, and left.

“No, no, you should take it. Some of it is mine, but most belongs to the Prince. I’m not the only one in the residence who knows about it. Even if I don’t give it to you, I can’t keep it safe.”

Passing through the corridor, Xu Fan reached the entrance to the mission hall. A chilling, terrifying aura surged toward him like a tidal wave.

Even Ice Kid and Fire Kid, who had already fled far away, lowered their escape light, hiding on the surface of the sea to quietly observe the fight.

He watched Lian Shuo enter the ward and followed close behind. He paused at the door, gently pushed it open a crack, and from that gap could clearly see what was happening inside.

“Do you really think that just because of your face, you can always get your way?” Jun Jinchen asked, sounding almost indifferent.

He saw her shock and amazement, and her presence in his room—lying on his bed waiting for him, just as she used to.

Yet she constantly accused him of being selfish, believing he destroyed her happiness. In truth, it was she who was selfish; she left him alone here, wanting to escape by herself—which was the most frightening kind of selfishness.

“Come on, ten billion isn’t the same as ten bucks! What’s wrong with haggling? Isn’t it normal? Even the rich have limits. Why pretend otherwise?!” Wang Ge was furious.

Ming Zhong gently carried me back to the bed. The Nectar Bottle hidden in my arms rolled out, and he reached out and took it away.

Qin Dandan took out the forensic kit, and the two of them crouched to examine the deceased. Lifting the white cloth, they saw the body was a man, his face pale. The corpse showed no signs of bloating from water, which meant he hadn’t been submerged long.

“In the Celestial Realm, which aspiring immortal wouldn’t wish to be accepted by Lord Choming, to stand as a peer to the Emperor of Nine Provinces? Upon completing their training, they’d at least be appointed a Star Lord. Why not go and try?” The fortune-telling immortal pressed on, relentless.

On this silver token, the words “Heavenly Dog” were engraved; perhaps it held deeper meaning.

When he’d summoned Bai Suzhen, Linglong was already gone. If, as his wife just said, her powers had truly been unstable and her foundation weak at that time, would she really have been unable to save anyone?

They did boil water with fire, but only for drinking or simple wound care. Without any large containers, they might never in their lives enjoy the comfort of soaking in hot water.

“Brother Anton, don’t worry—once I’ve got things sorted out here, you’re welcome to come and hang out every day!” Alexander tried to ease the awkward atmosphere.

If she had neither familial ties with Hua Jianle nor love for Gu Huaiyan, she wouldn’t be suffering so much.

At that moment, as Yantai Wan’er and the others were speaking, they saw Yun Xuan approach and immediately stopped their conversation, smiling gently at the warm-faced youth.

The fact that Yun Xuan came to speak with her alone was proof enough of his trust. For that alone, Yantai Wan’er felt deeply gratified.