Chapter 136: "Mr. Donkey" Script Workshop

With a sharp whoosh, Golden Tiger flapped its twin wings and instantly transformed into a piercing streak of light, soaring straight into the deep, pitch-black night sky.

In its grasp were numerous items: several vividly colored snakes, a few strange creatures, and some fruits that clearly were no ordinary delicacies.

It must be noted that the Poison Demon and the Poison God had far greater expertise in toxins than the Spirit General Du Yuan, having spent considerable time in the Verdant Wood Ridge, where they had reportedly uncovered many precious medicinal herbs.

First and foremost, Old Master Li Chaoren was Li Qiu’s partner; whatever he said would undoubtedly be taken with a large grain of salt by others.

Han Feng twitched the corner of his mouth, almost forgetting that this individual hailed from the Fox Demon clan and surely was no stranger to powerful figures within the Sacred Domain, even those from the Great Sacred Domain.

“What discomfort could I possibly have?” Ye Tianming rolled his eyes, then left the villa to take a stroll.

“Lin Dong, has something gone wrong?” Shangguan Yue asked anxiously. They were unaware of the online war but could guess, given Lin Dong’s known strength in the virtual realm, that deploying bio-computers was hardly a surprise as a form of cyber attack.

Upon returning to their quarters, Jiang Yuan and his companions immediately instructed Ruyi to pack their belongings and hire transport, preparing to head toward the Changbai Mines.

However, just as Xie Yue’s group departed from Featherfall Fortress, they happened to encounter another team of roughly forty to fifty people—no fewer than Xie Yue’s party—and judging from their aura, Xie Yue recognized that these individuals were also formidable.

Lin Yi’s battle spirit surged, showing no fear. Golden blood aura danced across the sky, rising like a pillar of crimson dragon energy, a testament to his overwhelming vitality that awed all who witnessed it.

In a flash, Qian Lan evaded the attacks from four men in black. With a single leap, she landed atop a wall by the roadside, overlooking Du Ying and the others from a commanding height.

She turned her head in confusion, only to lock eyes with Lu Jiuning’s dark gaze—so black it seemed to pierce her very soul—with a smile both mocking and mysterious.

Chu Cang attempted to shake off his arms but feared any sudden movement. Wu Chun instantly employed spiritual energy, breaking free in an instant.

At present, there were barely any official titles such as general manager; instead, terms like manager, factory director, or mine overseer were used to designate company leaders.

***

“Uncle Lin, what do you think of this?” Su Chen flashed a ring on his left hand and conjured a pot of wine out of thin air, showing off a little as he spoke.

Xu Ziqing suspected Wen Ning might lead Shen Suian astray, though who could say—perhaps Shen Suian was secretly eager for such a path.

Jiang Rongyu remained unchanged as before, but Wen Ning completely ignored him, as if he were nothing but a mere shadow.

Lu Fei cursed angrily, lunging forward. With a loud bang, he swiftly knocked down the three drunks in just three strikes.

Wu Chun stood agape, a series of dark lines appearing on his forehead as he stared blankly at the dozens of black marks, his normally icy expression dazed.

Though she was usually domineering at school, she was always obedient and low-key in front of Shen Suian, never raising her voice for fear of incurring his displeasure.

“You’re dead meat!” Shi Yuehu was elated. Surrounded by so many Spiritual Stage warriors, even Golden Core practitioners would struggle to escape unscathed, let alone Cui Feng, who was only a Nascent Soul cultivator.

“Ancient Buddha of the Head, Master Zeng, did you not use your full strength?” Ming Yuan asked, tilting his head.

“Isn’t this kind of search a waste of time?” the lead detective asked. He was a bit older, surnamed Lin, and head of the first enforcement team.

At the sound, the departure caused another stir, especially among the geniuses who had been beaten by Yun Feng, who now sneered one after another.

“Madam Fei, greetings!” Nanfang arrived at the Fei residence and saw Sun Huixian in a state of gloom.

Guan San glanced at Zhang Er. “Let’s wait until the princess calls us, then we’ll go.” He had heard the emperor intended to arrange a marriage between the two.

“Rest assured,” Yan Fang smiled gently, “leave these matters to the police station. You just focus on healing your wounds.” With a slight nod, her familiar, kind gaze brought Wang Xuanlong to the brink of tears.

It turned out that Shi Yan’s earlier behavior was all an act, designed to lure out the watching enemies. The more foes there were, the more delighted he became, for he knew they feared him. By feigning weakness again, those enemies could no longer resist attacking, confirming his suspicions.

***

Just then, Lily’s phone rang. When she answered, there was silence on the other end. Xu Nuo thought it best to call for help regardless. So, as soon as the call connected, she suddenly shouted at the two men in black suits standing nearby.

The place where the previous generation of True Dragons fell was the Outer World battlefield—a vast, boundless frontier where the Outer World met the Demon Realm.

Watanabe believed that using the Seven Gates technique was enough to contend with Hanzo, and opening all Eight Gates would certainly defeat him. However, he wondered if the power from all Eight Gates could rival that of grandmasters like Granny Tsunade or Uchiha Madara.

“I’ll have a plate of Kung Pao chicken and Mapo tofu, please,” Kurose Izumi said eagerly as he placed his order, looking forward to the meal.

Mo Yixue gazed into Ye Feng’s eyes, startled by the terrifying expression she saw there.

Seeing Chizhi feign muteness, Watanabe understood she had not abandoned her plan and would surely return to the Hidden Rain Village to trouble Hanzo again, which irritated him.

“Hu Hai, this is a deal between us and the Jingni. We may not know all their methods, but having control over Fusu’s only heir is our greatest bargaining chip.” Hu Ji gently stroked Hu Hai’s head, imparting this lesson with a tender smile.

Yet among the countless living beings in Qingzhou, cultivators were far fewer than ordinary people—rare indeed, one in a hundred.

Wolf Eye’s rise owed much to strategist Chatai’s assistance, and thus he placed great trust in this middle-aged man beneath him.

“Is Itsuki still upset over the Record Awards? No way. I always heard Itsuki was broad-minded. Could it be that he’s been angry ever since the loss?” Kimura Hiroshi appeared completely oblivious to how long Itsuki had been simmering in anger.