Chapter 43: They Are Having an Affair in the Car!

Qiao Guodong was restless at home, pacing anxiously back and forth.

“Is there an issue with the contract terms or the agency fee? I can increase it.” There’s a saying: problems that can be solved with money aren’t really problems. With the support of the Li family, funding was not an issue.

The girl’s injury could not be delayed. Her body had just recovered, and she had just used a great deal of internal energy to buy herself time. Now, he could not just stand by and watch her suffer.

The man’s limbs felt numb; his wrists were numb, overwhelmed by endless pain—a sharp, searing pain that shot through the most sensitive nerves in his brain, pushing him to the brink of endurance.

The guy watched the scene in the flashlight’s beam, feeling amused. The three kinds of poultry, some moving, some still, each seemed content in their own way.

After a long while, Cheng Yang regained his composure and slowly moved toward the center of the spatial oscillation wave.

“Bo,” Yang Jiaor had been eagerly expecting Ying Bo to severely reprimand Ying Yanlian, but to her surprise, it was Ying Bo who got the scolding—she was dumbfounded.

Pei Feng was an expert in such matters; once Zuo Zhi boarded his “thief’s ship,” he completely lost control. Pei Feng could make her do anything, and she would comply.

After Feng spoke calmly, everyone felt a chill. The real Qin Mengyu was dead—then who was this now?

Yi Tianping had explained the classification of weapon grades to them. They all understood that the system here was the same as in the Ancient Immortal Realm, albeit with fewer ranks—only four: beginner, intermediate, advanced, and ultimate.

But this wasn’t the most crucial part. The massive explosion shattered the entire formation, uprooted the cinnabar blood talisman from the ground, and completely dispersed the faintly swirling spiritual light.

In truth, differences in cultivators’ spiritual root grades mainly affect the speed of spiritual energy absorption, but have little effect on the enhancement of cultivation from consuming pills.

Yet what followed were the days when Miao Da and others on Immortal Spirit Island fought against the Grandmother ZHAN. He planned to keep the poison’s power suppressed until that day, so that when Miao Da and Miao Yi clashed fiercely with the Grandmother, he could take advantage of the struggle and eliminate them both.

Chen Zhong’s brow twitched slightly. Zhan Feipeng spoke casually, but Chen Zhong could see the seriousness in his eyes and the deep resolve in his soul. Clearly, this was not idle talk; he genuinely intended to do this and was confident he could succeed.

When he passed by Tianshu Manor, he saw the senior disciple Wang Shiyuan and second senior sister Liang Yuzhu standing by the manor’s teleportation array, anxiously watching and waiting.

Soon, the ghostly flames were completely dispelled, and the beast souls gathered once again within the Thousand Souls Banner. Ye Ling sealed them; from capturing the souls to sealing them, the entire process took less than two incense sticks’ worth of time.

Most of the impact from the collision was blocked by the golden bell shield that suddenly appeared around the Thief Crane.

Unfortunately, the clone hadn’t expected so many saint-level experts. Swiftly, he grabbed a corpse, lifted its arm, and broke through the void.

Ye Feng handed the Nine Yang Fruit to Yang Zi. At first, Yang Zi was a little afraid because the fruit looked like it was burning with fire, but when she held it, it wasn’t hot at all, which surprised her greatly.

Then, large raindrops began to fall. They struck the parched earth, raising the sharp scent of wet soil.

Andrei looked at Lu Yi, who was crying inconsolably, and the more he looked, the more familiar he seemed. Instead of questioning Lu Yi, he waved his hand and produced a painting scroll from the spatial realm.