Chapter 58: It’s Not That You Don’t Want Me, It’s That You’re Not Worthy of Wanting Me

The laughter ringing in her ears was full of mockery and madness, and even more so, an inescapable pain. Chi Ning bit her lower lip. This too was something she’d heard from her master: certain monkeys, once they gained spirit, could speak like humans and liked to imitate human appearance. They took particular pleasure in digging up others’ graves, especially those recently buried.

In recent years, her family had exhausted all their savings to cure Scholar Ruan’s illness. It was said that many famed doctors resided in Yingtian Prefecture.

After tidying up a little, Huang Xuan stepped out of the inn and wandered along the street. The city of Treasure Gathering was thoroughly modern in style, yet it stirred many memories for him, bringing to mind Feng Chong, who had fallen into the hands of the Kunlun Sect. He wondered how Feng was faring now.

Director Zhao Li of the Agricultural Academy shed his scholar’s robe, rolled up his trousers, and bent down to inspect the rice seedlings, tanned as dark as a mud eel by the sun.

When leaving the palace, several officials who had just entered greeted Zhou Qian politely, but as soon as his back was turned, they began to curse him for being delusional.

Unable to stand Lu Jiuqing’s half-dead expression, she patted him on the shoulder in a comforting, brotherly manner.

Tuohuti felt unwell after dinner today and went to bed early, only to be struck by fever, vomiting, and stomach pain in the middle of the night. His family was at a loss and so sought help from Qin Xifeng.

After this speech, Hong Fu and Black Crow’s faces changed dramatically. Hong Fu, who spent more time with him, had perhaps sensed something already, but the much younger Black Crow could not absorb so much at once.

“Not many people know the chief invited me here for treatment. How did this brother come by the information?” The private room fell silent again. Huang Xuan maintained his smile and suddenly posed the question.

Even those closest to Lin Di probably had no idea that his heart still lingered on that distant place.

Opening the door, the wave of grief within nearly overwhelmed him. His grandmother sat silently in sorrow, his grandfather’s veins bulged with fury—what on earth had happened?

Therefore, Tie Chi suppressed his anger and slowly reined in his aura. He understood that the Immortal Alliance must be given an explanation. The Alliance was not to be trifled with; though unwilling to waste strength at such a crucial moment, it would not hesitate to unleash a thunderous blow to make its power known across the grasslands.

Waving the energy source blueprint, Li Jian shot a provocative look at Nangong Xiong, almost childishly.

At that time, Lin Di said, “You can’t drive people to their deaths. Business may be war, but it should never demand human life.”

In truth, the reason the Wolf God’s divine seal could not merge with the statue wasn’t only the loss of fortune brought about by the collusion between the prairie folk and demonic cultivators, but also because he had tampered with the seal, causing a subtle dissonance between the seal and the statue, preventing their union.

In the secret chamber, Zhang Zhiping smiled confidently. With the exquisite jade spheres he had scattered earlier stabilizing his spiritual energy, he passed through the tribulation of spirit transformation in a single bound. Outside, Yue Wuying, Yue Hanyan, even Fairy Yue Ling—his cherished confidantes—were moved to tears at his emergence, and the entire Moon God Sect had all but become his private harem.

Ye Kai said, “How many men here are truly worthy of her search?” Unsettled, Yun Zaitian suddenly turned and rushed out.

“Ghosts, probably. The energy detector picked up a reaction from human plasma,” Lin Chong explained, though likely only I, Meng, could understand.

Though the Giant Ape King could not speak, it was far from unintelligent. Recognizing its defeat, it knelt and surrendered without hesitation.

Zhang Luo dealt with those who blocked his way, then leapt skyward to pursue the others fleeing. In just a few breaths, he had caught up.

Without blinking, he added all those goods to his shopping cart. Acting aside, as a hacker, completing those tasks brought him considerable rewards.

Hearing a shriek, Xu Yan turned to see a stunning man in a black sweater walk in.

Lin Qi’s heart was full of mockery. With only one usable hand left, he still insisted on competing—was he just courting misery?

Zhao Zhouhan couldn’t help but laugh out loud. That one laugh drove away all the shadows clouding his mind, and clarity returned to his eyes.

Lin Fei stepped down from the ring, walked up to Wu Xuan with a beaming smile, a hint of pride flickering in his expression.

Break this rule, and no matter how talented you are, no one at Qingyun will want to keep you.

Shaohua rubbed her brow wearily. No matter what, this matter could not be delayed. Besides, they lacked the strength to face these issues any longer. To make him give up such a hard-won opportunity—it was simply impossible.

Tong Tong, in a fit of frustration, called Old Han and tactfully asked how many years someone might get for fighting in a bar and seriously injuring someone.

Lin Tanyan paused, thinking that if they really played for keeps, she could do it, but in her current state, she felt too embarrassed. What if someone found out?

Falling Wind Valley, at the southernmost edge of the Taiyun Mountains, lay beside the city of Muhua County—over a hundred li apart.

It was little more than a matchmaking conference in disguise, utterly meaningless. Yet each of these monarchs delighted in it, holding the event with great fanfare every year.

At what point did the training ground become a chaos of military dogs barking and chasing everyone? The scene was a mess, and when it was all over, only eighty out of one hundred and six remained. The elimination rate was truly ruthless.

Yang Hao’s clone gazed at him with dark golden eyes, utterly unperturbed, as if that previous strike had nothing to do with him. Lu Peng’s eyes sharpened, his right palm bursting into red light, condensing a blazing giant hand several meters tall in just a few breaths. His face turned pale as he struck furiously at Yang Hao’s clone.