Chapter 31: Little Mi, I dreamt that something happened to Zong Fu.

"Can't I come to see you just because there's nothing wrong? I happened to be in the city today and you were on my mind. We haven't seen each other since your return visit."

Speaking of that return visit, they had practically torn off their masks that day. Yet, Jiang Caiyuan acted as if she had amnesia, gazing at her with a beaming, pleasant smile.

Jiang Mi let out an ambiguous laugh. "Come in and sit."

...

The wind unfurled the banner, revealing the two massive characters for "Great Peace" to everyone present.

However, to accept them as personal disciples, one must treat them all equally, which inevitably requires bringing out some rare magical treasures.

Of the supreme-grade spiritual treasures in his possession, only the Green Lotus Flag, the Fisherman's Drum, the Violet Lightning Hammer, and the Heart-Piercing Lock remained.

Qin Shuyue nodded with a smile and exchanged a few words with the old lady. The two of them had always gotten along very well and found common ground.

Fortunately, this fellow wasn't truly wicked; he knew how to be grateful and had been fighting side-by-side with the three of them all along.

He looked down at the porcelain bottle in his hand containing the spiritual elixir, tilted his head back, and poured the remaining dozens of White Jade Snow Ginseng Pills into his mouth.

With that, Gu Xiuyuan unleashed a terrifying sword aura, gathering the full strength of his entire sect, and struck directly at the Saint Son of the Crimson Blood Sect.

The farce finally came to an end, and the merchants left one by one, though they were still grumbling and cursing as they departed.

However, each use consumes a significant portion of one's foundation, which is why few people on the entire continent practice the art of formations.

In fact, the name "Qiluren" was obviously a pseudonym, and it was even more of a mouthful to say, so Zhang Wuji did not change his address and continued to call Lu Ping "Brother Wang."

The moment Tang Mei detached from Gong Yan's body, the physical signs of life vanished completely. Jun Chen let out a heavy, sorrowful growl from his throat, clutching that soft, delicate frame tightly to his chest.

Who told him he was a Taurus? For people of this sign, financial security takes priority; without a reliable and stable material foundation, there is a sense of insecurity for the "Bull." But given the current situation, there was no need to dwell on such details. Success or failure remained an unknown—should he wait and see before deciding?

The person above was able to cause such damage simply with the pressure of their aura; what kind of existence had arrived at their Behemoth Academy?

"Big Brother, Old Yuan and I couldn't bring ourselves to do such a thing. Could you?" the seventh one asked lightly, draping an arm over Han Lu's shoulder.

"Bloodshade, I know what you mean! But don't you think these magical beasts appeared very suddenly and strangely?" Luo Cheng was furious, his face gloomy. As he spoke, he cast a subtle, meaningful glance toward the direction of the Yuntian Mercenary Group.

Channeling his magic, Zhentu's voice reached the ears of the sixty thousand goblins present, drowning out the cacophony of various emotions filling the air.

Reynolds felt a headache coming on. One gold coin was far too much for him right now. According to the red-copper grade tasks he had seen on the guild's mission board earlier, to scrape together a single gold coin, one would have to go without food or drink for at least a week, working from dawn until dusk.

After hearing this, Shaniu couldn't help but pout and retorted irritably, "Didn't you participate in the Martial Emperor preliminaries back then? Given Yin Zhihao's financial resources, I assume the arena for this exchange meeting is constructed similarly to the preliminaries."

He wanted to say more, but a glare from the Second Elder, whose gaze had suddenly turned cold, made him shudder. He swallowed hard, forcibly choking back the entire speech he had prepared.

But he refused to admit defeat; he refused to bow his head to this man. He was unwilling to accept it—given they had the same background, why could he find his path and his happiness, while he could not?

I didn't stay at Chen Qian's house after dinner. Although I really wanted to, I knew there were many things waiting for me to handle. Zhang Hu had called me, his voice choked with emotion. I asked him what happened, and he only said that Xin'er kept saying she wanted to see me.