Chapter 75: The Little Substitute Takes the Field Again Today, Too

Everyone responded one after another, some supporting the idea of going in, while others preferred not to, since none of them felt they had the time or ability to withstand such dangers. Donna stared blankly at Wang Feng, the stalemate lasting for a long while. Truly, he deserved his reputation as a special forces soldier—his actions were ruthless and decisive. When she was nearly hopeless, a tall, strong figure descended upon her like a gift from heaven. At that moment, she realized she had fallen in love with Wang Feng.

Besides Ye Tian and Purple Heart Ghost, the hall was already filled with many people. Ye Tian’s gaze swept lightly across the crowd; he estimated there were at least a hundred, each with a calm aura, their cultivation clearly not weak.

The two large palms met for only a few seconds, but in the end, Uncle Yan seemed unable to match his opponent, his hands retreating as he stepped back, while Ye Bai stood firmly where he was.

Because there were too many tangled grievances with Lin Feiwu, Yadong didn’t let Xueling follow him. If Lin Feiwu truly wished to kill him, then not only Xueling, but even if his seven brothers joined forces with Sun Wukong and Bei Bei, they might still suffer a tragic defeat.

Outwardly, he still wore the stern façade of a father, but inside, things were different. Seeing the train that would carry the new recruits approaching from afar, he thought of how, once his son departed, it would be years before they met again. His heart ached with reluctance, though he would never show it.

Peng Cheng was helpless; in front of Ye Bai, he dared not forcibly take Peng Beibei away, and could only leave in disappointment.

“How can he carry that kettle? What if it burns him?” Hongmei, seeing her husband make their son do such a task, felt uneasy and protective, voicing her concern.

Yadong controlled two enormous palms high in the air, clapping them together over a hundred meters up. A thunderous boom echoed, startling all the beasts nearby.

Since that time, his own strength had improved somewhat. As long as Mo Yangqiu didn’t intervene, he could barely handle Ye Qingyan. If nothing else, he was confident in his ability to protect himself.

With no one else stepping in, Zhang Shichuan naturally preferred not to meddle. He didn’t bother visiting the new county magistrate—if he turned out to be another sycophant, and tried to send him someone like Lin Ying’er or Huang Ying’er, the situation would quickly become awkward.

Fa Zheng was the first to speak up, bluntly pointing out, “Your Majesty, Cao Cao is most likely luring us in! He’s always cunning, and Guo Jia is a master of intrigue.”

Now, Chang Jin stood right in front of him, blocking his path, so he didn’t need to seek out Huo Lanyan anymore.

As the blade pierced her chest, scalding hot blood surged forth, flowing between Wuming’s fingers and pooling at her feet in blooming lotus-shaped patterns of crimson.

Meanwhile, Seventeen, who had already wandered far away, was oblivious to the plans of the others. He was still searching for a pawnshop, asking here and peering there, seemingly carefree.

For a moment, everyone’s gaze turned to Wang Tai. Cliffto’s look at Wang Tai shifted slightly; he could tell at a glance this old man knew quite a lot. He was considering whether, once their business was done, he should capture Wang Tai as well.

Standing atop the mountain, Gu Yan kept herself hidden behind a tree, observing the situation in G Town.

It was a lucrative position—one that practically overflowed with benefits. The Cao family had managed the Nanjing weaving bureau for three generations; in recent years, Cao Yong had opened a winery and acquired land, not only covering deficits from hosting the imperial entourage, but also purchasing additional properties nearby. The Cao family, being deeply rooted, had plenty of resources and profits to spare.

After half an hour, Fairy Yunshang felt the star force within him gradually stabilize, and he couldn’t help but marvel at the means of the Desolate One. Such a situation, aside from the highest grade of star pills, could not be achieved by anyone else.

Returning to his own room, Luo Xu sat by his bed and said, “By the way, you said this pill furnace is a treasure, but what exactly is it?” he asked.

Frightened, I retreated quickly, and when I turned around, I saw Master Zhang bleeding from all seven orifices as well. Her attire, however, reassured me somewhat.

“No!” Lu Teng roared, but with a crack, the disciple’s neck was twisted, his eyes rolling back as he died instantly.

“Master, what is this?” Xiao Han frowned deeply and asked Old Hua. He simply couldn’t fathom why he’d been summoned for such a situation.

Not long after the Abe family had entered, Jinlong and his group drove over as well. Seeing them go in, I grew anxious, but unless absolutely necessary, I wouldn’t interfere in their affairs.

The discussions resumed, faces filled with shock, voices rising in intense debate.

Sitting up groggily, her sleep interrupted and her face full of irritation, An Bai was all too familiar with that cold expression.

“Brother, over there they sell masks, and those ornaments are so pretty,” Zhao Xin’s eyes sparkled as she eagerly surveyed the surroundings.

Nan Gongyuan’s craftsmanship was beyond dispute. Gu Yue was determined to make An Bai embarrassed.

Then, if she could seize the opportunity to escape, it would make sense for her to resent Lin Feng’s arrival here so much.

It might be contemplating how to breach the obstacles and return to safety, but the youths and Purple Wood Eyes would not allow it a moment’s rest, launching attacks from three directions at once.

“Hinata, it’s vast here. What can you see?” Kakashi held up a torch, but its dim light revealed nothing of the icy wall to the others.

The tongue of the Third Elder of the Underworld Merfolk quickly curled back, forming a circular defensive arc before him. Saliva dripped ceaselessly from the blood-red tongue.

What Isimaya said made sense—their strength remained limited, and the easiest way forward was through the air. Fewer monsters would be encountered and the path would be less winding, but this method consumed great energy, and aerial monsters tended to be rarer and far more powerful.

In an instant, as his punch landed, Old Bear Four was sent flying, blood spraying from his mouth as he looked at Xu Feng in utter shock.

Jin Feng felt cold all over; though his cold poison had been purged, fate would not be so easily changed. He would not live past twenty-five—four years, at most. What would he do about Chu Yunlian?