Chapter 119: The Soul of the White Tiger

"Hmph, this village is truly beyond saving!"

Chen Yang wore an expression of cold indifference. "If you wish to stay, then by all means, stay!"

With that, Chen Yang ignored them further. He had long since erected a three-foot wall of energy, allowing no one to draw near.

The following day, Village Chief Wang said obsequiously, "Mr. Chen..."

The group responded in unison and followed Wang Yuyu out of the ticket hall and into the waiting room, where they awaited the train scheduled for 21:00, which was running late.

Wang Yuyu suddenly remembered the treasures he and Lan Xiuxiu had acquired in the Forest of No Return. Since Lan Xiuxiu had already returned home, he naturally needed to share them with her.

Ming Xuan, holding Chen Yue’s hand, was about to take his leave when he heard the Emperor on the throne say, "Xuan’er, you go ahead. I have some words for Miss Chen."

By the time they exited the Qiongmian Pavilion, the sky had already darkened. Jade Rakshasa cradled Chen Yue and used her lightness skill to soar into the Crown Prince’s mansion through the back gate. From afar, they saw Ming Xuan pacing back and forth outside the Jinxiang Garden; he had evidently been waiting for quite some time.

They left with that black stone, speaking little, leaving me behind once again in this desolate wilderness.

An Luochu froze. When that red sports car had brushed past her earlier, she had felt an inexplicable sense of unease. It had seemed familiar—it was Zhong Yan’s car.

Three more days passed in the blink of an eye. Li Dagou, Li Xiaohong, and Wang Bing arrived at the courthouse once again.

I was somewhat startled. I touched my stomach and realized I did not feel much hunger. I wanted to say something, but I did not know where to begin. In such a godforsaken place, without food or water, one would soon fall into a truly cruel predicament.

When pain is no longer felt, the human heart gradually grows numb. Because you no longer know what suffering is, you cease to care about the suffering of others. The result is becoming a butcher who treats human life as nothing, much like Xu Xi’s former teammates.

Although his master, along with Deputy Mountain Chiefs Dong and Liu, were all sages, in his eyes, it was far from enough.

The dumpling shop was not far from the hospital. Wei Cheng parked his car below the inpatient building, and Qin Ao pulled up beside him. As he stepped out, he recognized one of the cars nearby as belonging to Fang Tianhao and pursed his lips.

Tang Yuchen knew his grandfather’s temper well—if he said he wouldn't go to the hospital, not even an ox could drag him there—so he cast his gaze toward Qiao Wanyue.

They were old acquaintances, so he immediately paved the way for this so-called Master Guo.

After all, her sister could still rely on her looks to make a living, and with her dancing, piano playing, and chess skills, she was in high demand these past two years.

Though the Confucian and Mohist schools held opposing philosophies and often clashed, both were vital forces in maintaining peace throughout the world. Now that someone sought to exploit the situation to incite a conflict between them, joining forces to root out the agitator was the best course of action.

Although Chen Shouhe had turned over a new leaf for his son’s sake and stopped gambling, he did not agree with his father’s words. He felt that the people his father spoke of were simply too greedy; he believed that as long as he stopped while he was ahead, he would never end up like them.

Who would have thought that this guy’s mouth would hang open like a sunflower, drool cascading for three thousand feet, his eyes locked onto the passing upperclassmen and younger students, ogling this pair of fair thighs or that swaying bosom.

Because he had not trained this way regularly in the past, a sudden increase in intensity might have minor side effects on his limbs.

Zhou Anzhi was even more incensed after hearing this; she raised her foot and stomped hard onto Yu Yi’an’s instep, grinding it with force.

Yet, Su Peijin remained smiling, with no intention of clashing with Chu Xinwei—or rather, she did not even hold Chu Xinwei in her eyes.

I had debated faith and divinity with him several times in the past. He clearly failed to convince me, yet he stubbornly insisted that I had relied on sheer power rather than sound reason, leaving him somewhat resentful. Now that we have met again, his attitude has become much more diplomatic.