Chapter 48: An Awkward Fit

“Su Yan?” Ye Chen’s eyes narrowed as he glanced at Su Yan, her name echoing in his mind. Back in high school, there had indeed been a girl named Su Yan in his class. But at the time, Su Yan’s skin was dark, her forehead was sharply pointed, and her jaw was broad; overall, her features appeared flat, her teeth protruding—a textbook example of an unattractive girl.

Even worse...

Ling Zhiyuan wasn’t willing to take that risk. If anything went wrong, it wouldn’t just be troublesome—it would delay Chai Ruofei’s treatment, which was utterly unnecessary.

Observing Yang Yu’s reactions, Mo Fan immediately understood: this man was cunning and treacherous, not worth engaging with. He simply showered him with flattery in return.

While the others speculated about the identities of the two men, Mo Fan had already swallowed the pill handed to him by the man in black, wasting no time in expressing his gratitude.

Long Pingfan watched as the cultivators lined up to enter. Even knowing their chances of surviving in the Nine Herbs Immortal Realm were slim, many still hoped to find their own destinies within.

“This is yours by right. It’s what we exchanged from the belongings of those four people,” Cui He explained.

“Phew, finally found it. All right, Cheng Haoyi, let’s go to the mission site.” Having found what she was searching for, Gu Zhiqiu put her phone in her pocket, then walked over to me. Whether her search was genuine or simply a pretense, I couldn’t tell.

Long Pingfan, together with Xiao Qian, Huang Ruyao, and Huangfu Xiaoyao, had arrived early at the dueling platform. After so many days of recuperation, Long Pingfan’s mental strength had fully returned.

The Grand Elder shouted aloud—this was the last chance. Decades ago, the Feng family’s ancestor had stumbled upon this hidden place, allowing the clan to flourish in secret.

Shan Shang Zhibo was at a loss, unsure how to deal with the situation. He could only turn to me once more, hoping my mysterious abilities might help Akiyama Takashi.

Shi Jun was no fool—he would never hand over someone else at a time like this. That would only bring trouble, and besides, although rumors about Ling Zhiyuan and He Meixiang had spread through the bureau, Shi Jun couldn’t pinpoint who started them.

But his cultivation was clearly there for all to see! Just the level of an exiled immortal—how could he possibly thrash the emissary of the divine beast clan so thoroughly?

“Haha... The higher the path, the greater the demon! Su Jue, today, beneath the Seven-Star Life-Locking Formation, let’s see how you escape,” Wu Zecheng sneered, his face cold and sinister.

“Why can’t we find that guy? His hiding skills are incredible. Could it be the young master tricked us?” A mid-level assassin, annoyed, tugged at the nearby tree, trying to vent his frustration.

I texted the madman, telling him not to wake me in the morning—I didn’t want breakfast. Likewise, he shouldn’t bother Su Qianqian and the others either.

Wu Zhong burst out laughing: “Honestly, I really can’t say for sure. Here’s what we’ll do—leave your phone number, and when our general manager returns, you can get in touch and communicate. If it comes to it, we’ll meet in court on the twentieth. But as an old friend, let me say a few heartfelt words today—if that’s all right.”

The old man wore simple clothing, reclining in a grand chair, his body swaying gently back and forth. He kept his eyes closed, seemingly unaware of Zi Yun Yuan’s presence at the door.

“What’s wrong with me? I’ve merely done something utterly insignificant. Are you still thinking about resisting me?” The big-faced man ignored Du Gu Hong’s angry expression, maintaining a cheerful smile.

Previously, Qin Leng had always helped her watch out for such things, so Qin Yuan had never suffered an allergic reaction.

To kill or not to kill—that was a question worthy of careful consideration. Qin Hao hesitated, frowning in deep thought, cursing his own indecisiveness.