Chapter 82: Aren’t You a Priest? Why Do You Have Weapons!

Although Wang Rui was a mid-level Xuanji martial artist, the gap between him and Jiang Yun was immense. Jiang Yun could already fight on par with even the most advanced Xuanji masters. To ensure safety—and for reasons that could only be sensed, not put into words—Yang Yi, though not bringing anyone with him, still found an opportunity to hide Number Two inside the Void Nine-Dragon Ring. To this day, the Su family’s grandfather and granddaughter still believed Yang Yi was an extremely arrogant bandit, but knowing full well they had no fighting strength, they made no move to rashly rescue Chen Xin. Mo Chen was taken aback; after all, no matter what Aili looked like, he was still a child, and it was hard to steel one’s heart enough to kill him.

Su Xi slowly got to her feet, head bowed, shrinking back—a girl who’d always loved meeting people’s eyes, yet now lacked the courage to even glance at her own grandfather. Lin Zhuo, seeing the scene, was beside himself with anxiety. He wanted to snatch a green brick or even a candle, but in the end, didn’t even manage a grain of sand. City dwellers might not be aware, but our country’s land policy has changed with the times; in the past, tenant farmers had to pay taxes to the state every year, calculated by land area.

The tea table had already toppled over from a water cannon blast, one corner shattered, several cracks radiating from the wound. Its head was enormous, measuring up to 175 centimeters. The huge, narrow mouth was lined with sharp, slender teeth—the longest reaching thirty centimeters—like dinner knives embedded in its jaws. Mo Chen spun around in panic. In the cramped compartment, a stranger had squeezed in—a man who looked no older than his twenties. As if no one else existed, he paid no mind to whether Chen Jin was willing, kissing him, touching him, embracing him recklessly.

After Gu You left, Yufeng himself had trained with Yu Tianheng on the field of battle. The process was so grueling, it could only be described as heartbreaking and tear-inducing. Jiang Qianrao hesitated; she didn’t know how much Gao Shunyao had revealed to Qi Zhao, but it seemed none of the crucial matters had been disclosed. “If I can practice cultivation, I’m willing to suffer any hardship,” Qin Ling thought, believing that to protect his family, he must first become strong himself.

Before she even reached the elevator, Gu Meng stopped abruptly, her face darkening as she saw who was emerging. Song Siyuan raised her flashlight to illuminate the room, sensing there was something odd about these cats’ eyes compared to other ferals. As she glanced at her companions, she suddenly realized what was wrong. Her heart skipped a beat, and she retreated several steps. Lin Zhi just assumed the two of them were inexperienced; after a few months of raising sheep, they’d know—a ewe needs a year before she can give birth.

Frander slammed his fist on the ground, leaving a bloody imprint; at this moment, his heart was filled with regret. Zhu Mei pressed the call button, and before long, a polite, middle-aged man in a suit and bow tie entered through the main door. With a newly lit cigar between his fingers, smoke curled around his blurred features. Only when the car stopped across the street and Xiao Bai got out did Chen Yun feel her heart return to her chest.

Warm liquid dripped from his nose. Only now did Xiao Bai, as if waking from a dream, hurriedly grab a box of tissues from the vanity, blushing as he wiped his nosebleed in a fluster. He couldn’t help but sigh—these days, is honesty always punished, and ignorance always a crime? “You!” Master Huang reached out to rap him on the head, but thinking it over, realized this was just a harebrained scheme born of concern for his junior’s safety, and so the blow became a light tap.

Xiao Bai took a breath, opened his eyes, and glanced at her vacant expression—how could she still be so nonchalant? That young woman walked with an elegant, radiant beauty, her whole body exuding a beguiling fragrance that made Qing Yue sneeze involuntarily. Xiao Huai thrust his sword straight at Ren Zheng, who was caught off guard. Snapping to, he pushed Qin Yue toward Xiao Huai, but Xiao Huai’s sword seemed to curve around her and stabbed directly at Ren Zheng.

If he’d had any backbone, back at the Lin Chen base, having already lost an arm himself, how could he not have fought Lin Chen and the others to the bitter end?

Within the Rain Clan’s forbidden grounds was a stone carving, which held the secret guarded by the clan for generations: in the heart of the valley’s geothermal vent lay a Life Moon Well. Every thousand years, its spring would condense the Moon Dew Essence, drinking it would grant a hundred years of life, but after nine times, it would lose its effect. “So that’s how it is!” Liang Long responded in agreement, though in truth he only half-understood, playing along with Chen Huajiang.

“Not good!” Sensing his body shaking as if on the verge of collapse, the figure formed from Bab’s will suddenly turned pale. As for the final outcome of the battle, there’s little more to say—He Yanrou was truly no match for a god descended to earth. Yes, it was common knowledge among the imperial consorts that the emperor loved the empress; one could only say that Kangxi’s political performance was highly effective.

Zhang Qiuhan wasted no time, opening the box immediately and finding, to his luck, three items inside. This weapon, admittedly, was a fine thing, but its level was far too high for him to handle at present. He hadn’t finished speaking when another shadow lunged at the car door; Zhuo Xu dodged to the side just in time. The BOSS was called the Ironblood Dragonman—a hybrid of human and dragon, with a human body, but dragon wings on his back, horns on his head, and scales covering every inch of him.

Suddenly, hurried footsteps came from Chen Ao’s room. Liu Ran quickly pretended nothing was amiss, sitting across from Yang Ji, feigning casual conversation as he poured water. Hong Gang understood perfectly—Lin Mo, who had endured humiliation in the past, now returned with earth-shattering power. If the Ouyang family did not kneel in public and apologize, repenting to every member of the Lin family, it would be hard to quell the hatred in Lin Mo’s heart.

He was only a prince; whoever sat on the throne, as long as he didn’t rebel, that person had to support him.