Volume 1, Chapter 35: Sold by A-Qing

Perhaps because of me, A-Qing came to believe that her status was not low.

The moment she saw A-Long, she pulled a long face and began questioning him about where he had been, asking if he didn't realize how hot it was outside, and so on. She completely failed to realize that A-Long was, after all, her boss, while she was merely a small employee. To put it simply, at that moment, A-Qing was a combination of a shrew and a bitter woman.

A-Long had no intention of laying a hand on her, but A-Qing, heavy with resentment, didn't notice his darkening expression. She continued to nag incessantly, saying things that were incredibly unpleasant. Even I, after hearing A-Long describe a few of her words, felt a surge of anger, though I shall not repeat them here. As the master of the estate, even if A-Qing were a woman...

It is the commoners who are being manipulated. Some state institutions, some rights activists, or local figures of prestige—but more often, it is the wealthy, the powerful, and the valley who control the system of this country. As long as one has money, that is the ultimate truth in this land. Had the valuation adjustment mechanism agreement been lost, Lin Yi would likely have become a pauper long ago, and none of what followed would have occurred.

However, the moment he heard the sound of a car horn, Father Meng could no longer hold back and ran out, perfectly reenacting the "true fragrance" law of irony.

The expressions of everyone present froze instantly; astonishment, shock, and disbelief were etched onto their faces. Then, with stiff, mechanical movements, they turned their heads to look at that harmless-looking man, whom they had previously dismissed as a mentally ill simpleton.

"My admiration for you is like the torrential waters of the Yellow River, endless and unceasing." One of Bureau Chief Li’s subordinates prepared to show off, but after saying only one sentence, he was silenced by a glare from the Bureau Chief.

The car wound its way to the old mansion. The butler was the first to approach and open the door. Although he offered the same polite smile as before, it was far more sycophantic than any smile he had given previously.

Regarding Fu Qingchen’s attitude, Su Yiyan felt a strange sense of loss, yet she returned to her room, tidied up, and prepared to rest.

"Oh, nothing happened, don't overthink it." Seeing that Lin Muchen seemed to have discovered something, Alpha hurriedly tried to fob him off with excuses, but Alpha's words were likely no longer effective on Lin Muchen.

I don't know if this method is correct or not, but trying is better than doing nothing. Everyone gathered these items together again. This time, their hearts were united; not a single item was left behind, and no one dared to hoard anything for themselves.

***

High-level demonic beasts might not care, but for those who are young, hot-headed, and lacking in wit, it is a different matter.

Wu Lidong and Lin Yifeng were too far removed from the crowd; they seemed to exist only in legends, feeling somewhat unreal. Yet, the only one they could truly experience for themselves was the Long Bufan before their eyes.

At this moment, Han Lin, the only one still holding onto a shred of his original self, had reached the end of his rope.

Back then, Ming Yue had seemingly mentioned that for her own birth, the Han family had sacrificed many, and that she was the ninth in this cycle of reincarnation?

With Long Bufan’s current cultivation at the first level of the Hua-Yuan Realm, he could at most deal with an early-stage first-rank demonic beast; encountering a mid-stage one would be quite troublesome.

Han Changfeng had explained that these powers were merely lent to him, all originating from that single finger bone—a loophole he had exploited within the laws of Heaven.

"Hiss!" As I was flying along quite leisurely, a pain flared in my left arm. A very ordinary arrow was stuck in it.

The old butler took out a bead and placed it before the crowd; the name "Chu Nian" was written on it.

"Very well, that is fair; I cannot take your items for nothing." Feng Bufan readily accepted the wager she proposed.

"Loser." The tall ghost snorted. He had originally thought that the Democrat Ghost, coming from abroad and being a university professor, would be well-informed and perform better. He hadn't expected him to be someone who only knew how to fantasize without taking action. Roads are paved by walking, not by daydreaming.

"True Master, Brother Ma has a tenacious vitality, why don't we..." Brother Niu, hearing Chen Zhen’s words, assumed he was talking about Brother Ma and immediately made a throat-slitting gesture. Since they had already betrayed their brother, why not go all the way and sell him for a better price?

The company run by Wang Shihan’s parents was only mid-sized and could not reach that figure. However, Wang Shihan did not fancy Zhang Shujie for his money; she had admired him since middle school, a time when she had no idea this young man would become so capable.

"Go to the restroom to take it off, just pretend you're relieving yourself!" Luo Hebin, considering that Director Tang couldn't bring himself to do it in public, suggested he go to the restroom.

The negative impact had already been formed; changing this bad image would require quite a bit of effort.

***

The three elders, including the Seventh Elder, who had been the first to jump out to fight Ye Fan to the death, were slain by him.

Seeing this, the four old Taoists immediately drew their swords without a word, and the air was instantly filled with a thick smell of gunpowder.

Zhang Shujie sat on the substitute bench to rest, and Bacca replaced him as the forward. During the match, Bacca had two shooting opportunities, one of which was a one-on-one with the goalkeeper, but unfortunately, his left foot was not strong enough, and he failed to score.

As the Dragon Vein restored its energy, Kakashi left the Warring States period and traveled back to the timeline he had originally intended to reach.

Amidst a chorus of farewells, the group rose one by one and walked out of the great hall, yet the gravity in their gazes had not diminished in the slightest.

A flash of sharp light suddenly erupted in Bando Tatsuo’s eyes. He slowly raised his right hand and swung it down forcefully. Behind him, the most elite and final force of the Divine Wind erupted in a fanatical roar, and dozens of black-clad ninjas rushed toward the Zodiac.

Liu Xiaoxi’s hands were tightly clenched, her beautiful eyes fixed on the direction of the highway, her palms already slick with sweat from the tension.

She hung onto Lin Jingyi like an octopus. This man had brought her back from the dark hell to the world of the living, as if she had forgotten she was only wearing a thin, translucent gown.

The hook-nosed man danced his blade for a while, seemingly realizing that doing so would only waste his strength in vain. He sheathed his sword, stood firm, and backed toward the cave wall by feel.

Looking at the commission on the note, a mere five hundred and fifty, he knew this was not his usual asking price. Since this task had been transferred to him, there could only be one possibility: the assassination mission of the Shadowless Blade had failed.

"I am flattered, this is called 'the student surpassing the master,' do you understand?" Qin Shou muttered to himself, but his eyes gazed deeply into the distance. At the same time, he quietly shifted from a relaxed squat to a crouch ready for a sprint, his face turning ashen as if he had encountered something truly terrifying.

There was a sudden, explosive sound. The morning sunlight happened to pierce through the window, and under its illumination, a cloud of dust over a meter in diameter suddenly rose before Xu Huang.