Chapter 88: The False Cultivator, Han Sanqian

The next day, Chen Yang casually bought a basket of fruit and headed to his future mother-in-law’s house.

Shen Yiyi’s home was also in an upscale neighborhood—a grand, standalone villa.

Shen Yizhou was away on a business trip and not at home.

Before long, the aroma of delicious dishes filled the air, and the meal was served.

Chen Yang, Shen Yiyi, Su Tang, and Shen Yanran sat around the table together.

“Auntie, happy birthday...”

Meanwhile, Li Cheng finally learned that the pile of Black Crystal Rice actually totaled over five thousand tons. This was a figure that left him utterly astonished.

“These arrows seem to have slowed down,” someone observed, as Xiao Yi unleashed the Domain of Arrows. The nine black divine arrows shot at him now seemed to crawl at a snail’s pace.

Today, Ling Duyu wore a white hunting outfit—genuine leather, crafted by himself from the hide of a spiritual beast. Naturally, Hu Meier and Qing Die each had one as well, theirs tailored in a perfectly fitting red. The cut of their attire accentuated their figures beautifully.

Both were startled; though unsure if the Thunderstorm Arrow had failed, they dared not be careless. They immediately retreated, surging true energy forth to form a wall of force before them.

One could say that, at present, the demon clan only appeared strong on the surface. In reality, their situation was perilous, as fragile as eggs on the edge of breaking.

Wang Zilin wanted to stay at Tang Ren Entertainment, but he was also reluctant to give up the chance to renegotiate his contract, which led to the current situation.

“Your Majesty, the Samonai might seek another negotiation with us after this defeat,” Felicius reminded.

As for those immune, only the Bai family members without any cultivation could not sense the overwhelming might of Ye Zhengfeng—might that felt as if the sky itself was collapsing. Still, Ye Zhengfeng would not be so inhumane as to exterminate ordinary people without cultivation.

Today marked the third time; the viewers in Cheng Shiyuan’s livestream were all curious about what content he’d share this time.

Facing death, You Ye suddenly understood: he was nothing but a pawn in the Demon Emperor’s hand, a mere stepping stone on the path to becoming a demon, utterly insignificant.

As for the crude remarks about the Thunder Mother’s bedroom habits, Zhang Yi now simply ignored them altogether.

Shortly after, the phone on Li Changlin began to ring. He took it out and saw it was another call from Yang Kun.

The cost of those conditions, as long as it did not exceed the penalty set by the contract talisman, would surely be accepted by the Great White Star Lord.

Time slipped by. Chu Yan and Yue Linglong swept through the Road of the Yellow Springs, leaving no ancient ruin or secret realm undiscovered.

“This is the perfect moment to use these sea beasts to hone all the skills I’ve mastered—refine them into deadly weapons against the enemy, and, if possible, elevate them to true spells!” Song Ming’s heart stirred with a bold and reckless idea.

Before setting out, Li Changlin had already informed Ye Xiyao by phone, and once he landed, he called her again. So when he returned to the hotel, the restaurant had already delivered the food.

Chu Yan walked slowly to Bai Hui, picked up a jade talisman, and, with a surge of true energy, the number “thirty-three” appeared on its surface.

“Uh, hehe, young master, you sure can eat,” Mei’er pouted. “Honestly, is there anything you can do besides eat? The grand tournament is coming, and you’re still preoccupied with food?”

“You’re right. Now that vengeance is taken, there’s no point staying here. What, wait for your reinforcements to arrive and kill me?” Xiang Yu smiled faintly and turned to leave.

A fierce light flashed in Xiang Yu’s eyes. With a flick of his wrist, the Harley crashed toward the Land Rover, but the other party clearly had no intention of letting him approach. They swerved sharply, widening the gap between them.

“What is your current level of strength? And what exactly do you mean by demon core?” Chen Tie looked at Shen Xuanxuan and could not help but ask.