Chapter 33: Jian Tang Strikes Back

Chen Bozhou held the battered phone, dug out from a junkyard, much like the shattered relationship he shared with Jian Tang. He tremblingly tried to power it on, hoping to find some trace of Jian Tang inside. However, the device was severely damaged and required professional repair. He drove to a shop and offered to pay triple the standard rate to keep the owner from closing up for the night. The owner, having had no business all day, was stunned to encounter such a generous patron. "To fix this phone... it will cost at least a thousand, but it depends on the extent of the damage..." Chen Bozhou rasped, "I’ll give you ten thousand. How soon can you fix it?" Hearing such a massive sum, the owner instinctively looked toward the door...

The spineless man was terrified of Zhao Youlin’s threats. Upon hearing her words, he immediately fell silent, fearing that she might actually throw him into the river to feed the fish in a fit of rage.

Li Jing smiled, "Balance work and rest. There’s a time for busyness, and a time for rest." Seeing her husband so compliant—more obedient than usual—Li Jing thought to herself that once her health recovered in a few years, it would be a good time to have another child.

Moreover, when Qin Fengyi graduated as a Shujishi, his academic ranking was fourth among all his peers.

Xue Qinghuai knew all too well how hard it was to earn silver. Despite how easily money seemed to flow to them, the toil of living out on the road, covered in dust and grime, was deeply exhausting. That was why, even though they could have secured a favor, spending a massive fifty thousand taels to purchase it left a bitter taste in his mouth.

It so happened that the white jade ruyi Yi Feishi had prepared was destroyed by Xie Mao. Xie Mao hadn't even had the chance to ask what Yi Feishi had planned, which, as it turned out, saved the trouble.

Indeed, just as Wu Yuan had suspected, the man in white robes harbored no reservations and directly confirmed Qian Dong's identity.

Thinking of this, a look of excitement flickered in his eyes, and he spoke up impatiently.

Yi Feishi had spent years in the military and was no stranger to the company of rakes and playboys; he had seen more of the affairs between men than most young noblemen in the capital. Thus, he saw the look in Xie Mao's eyes at a glance—yet he still chose to draw closer to him.

Later, he ran into Steward Fang on the road. After some small talk, he learned that the steward was escorting people from the cement workshop to see their lord. It was then he noticed an old man in tattered clothes standing behind the steward.

Removing his hand from Mana Ouma’s head, Xiang Nanfei ignored her discomfort with her new body, as well as the overjoyed reactions of Shu Ouma and Gaius Tsutsugami, and issued an order to Kido.

The refugees had lost all hope for the garrison commander. Knowing he would never open the gates, they had already begun to turn back in groups before the two men left the town.

Xiangxue lunged forward suddenly, her targets being the two Earth-tier martial artists. Her plan was to test her skills against a weaker opponent and seize any chance to flee. She vowed that once she attained Heaven-tier cultivation, she would slaughter them all, leaving not a single soul alive.

Standing behind Xiang Nanfei was Mosa Idile, a woman of exquisite beauty and noble bearing, her waist-length purple hair cascading over her shoulders, a faint smile on her face. Mu Rou, who had descended first, looked at her with wide, appreciative eyes.

Tiange always managed to summon strength in moments of crisis, but this time he couldn't. He felt his body go limp as jelly. He barely managed to shift slightly to avoid a fatal blow, but the impact sent him crashing into a wall before he hit the ground with a sickening thud.

Following this, the ships waiting outside the Sea Demon City began to mobilize. Everyone prepared for battle; cannons were aimed at the city, shells were loaded, and the men on deck began to ready themselves for the fray.

Even more terrifying was that he had absorbed the power of the sun and cultivated the Sun Essence Fire. His attacks were scorching, throwing the eight directions into chaos, until he was finally suppressed in the frozen wastes of the North.

Wang Tao, Tiange’s close friend from the dormitory, pushed open the door and looked at him with a strange expression. How was Tiange supposed to know which girl had done this? If it were Su Yuqing, Wang Tao would have known, so it must have been some girl he didn't recognize.

Behind him, the burly man wrapped in dark blue energy revealed a simple, honest smile and waved his hand dismissively.

It was a bustling city, standing at the port where the Yangtze River meets the East China Sea. With thriving shipping and a prosperous economy, the city still hid countless dark corners beneath its glamorous facade.

Damn it, who has ever heard of being woken up in the middle of the night by a nail being driven into them? It was only natural to be furious under such circumstances.

"Are you ill? Your face looks rather pale," Haiyang asked, her brows knitted in meticulous concern.

Dionysus did not dodge. Sneering, he stood motionless, allowing Qiaoqiao to land a full-strength palm strike squarely on his chest.

"What is it?" Jiang Xin asked Gu Jinzhi. "My father and brothers aren't home, and I can't leave the house on my own. My abilities are limited."

Xiong Yi was already dazed, his speech slurred as he muttered to himself, "Strange, why is it suddenly so dark?" He stumbled, feeling his way along the wall, slowly pulling himself up to search for the light switch in the corner. I sat on the ground, ears pricked, scanning the room with vigilance.

"Are you kidding me? This is my home, this is my world. The old man’s things should be mine. I’m not leaving!" Cheng Haofeng exclaimed, consumed by shame and anger.

It is also said, "Nothing in the world is softer or weaker than water, yet nothing can surpass it when attacking the hard and strong. Nothing can replace it. Everyone knows that the weak overcomes the strong and the soft overcomes the hard, yet no one can practice it." This stood in stark contrast to the Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms, which represented the most rigid and unyielding extreme of martial arts.

"For those two, victory or defeat is irrelevant. If one must be chosen as the winner, it would certainly be Wuching," Ye Tianxie replied.

Li Wei, who had been looking down in silence, suddenly raised his head. His eyes shone with a piercing light as he lunged at Battalion Commander Wu.

After a while, Tang Xiaoru finally stopped retching. Gasping for air, she turned and collapsed onto the ground. She breathed heavily, looking at me with misty, drunken eyes.

Beyond the dozens of peaks of the Tamoe Highlands and the border of the Dark Forest across the Black Marsh, a group of adventurers gathered before a blue mana shrine. The burning blue light shifted into the form of a heroic mage, its pale blue eyes watching the adventurers in silence.

The software had previously released a mission: once the studio signed eight artists, a reward would be granted.

"Master, will you not stay a while longer?" Lu Wu, sensing that Master Yun was about to leave, stood up nervously and asked.