Chapter Ninety-One: Xiao Wujie

"The water bandits' lair has been breached?" Upon hearing the knight's report, Wang Lin felt the last trace of hope within him dissipate. Of course, he could question it, insist that the knight was boasting. But the problem was, the knight could state the exact number of the bandits, down to the last detail, not just spouting nonsense. Such a thing could not be faked. Nor was there any need to fake it. The threats around the pleasure boat had already been brought under control.

"Isn’t it just business?" Yue Tanxi said. Madam Yue still hadn’t recovered from her shock. How had she become related by marriage to Long Xiaolin? Ayano Handa gritted her teeth as she glared at Wang Hao, whose face was lit with a smile. To others, his smile would seem warm and friendly, like the caress of a spring breeze, but to her, it felt full of malice.

A pure-colored backdrop, nearly black figures, and an impossibly white iPod with its earphones. The sharp visual contrast, combined with the uniquely dynamic music, presented the black silhouette series of advertisements to everyone in full force.

The ordinary members of the coalition formed from the elite of the Butcher Squadron and the Imperial Concubine Squadron were puzzled. Why were the Butcher's words contradictory? Yet the mid- and upper-level officers, familiar with the Butcher’s character, quickly responded to his summons and suppressed the doubts of the others.

"Mm, what is it?" Sid asked in confusion, and Britney also looked over curiously.

Wu Wenqi controlled the Azure Vastness Jar to release the Chaos Bell. The bell rang loudly, trying to break away, but was pinned in place by the combined force of the Azure Vastness Jar and the Violet Jade Mystical Pearl. It hung motionless in midair.

The ancient royal clan was thrown into panic. The powerful sorcery from another cultivation system left them helpless; they could only unleash their divine power like a raging sea, but it was utterly useless.

There was nothing to be done about it. Harry was already good-looking, and when his confident aura radiated from within, coupled with his reputation as the most legendary youth in the magical world, he was simply irresistible.

The door was made of dark red solid wood. Wang Hao opened it, stepped inside, and glanced around. The office was spacious, clearly far more luxurious than the other employees' workspaces.

"He insisted on giving it to me, but your father truly is remarkable," Yue Tanxi admitted, compelled to acknowledge Long Xiaolin’s wisdom. He hadn’t given Yue Tanxi money, but he had offered exactly what was needed—talent and experience.

"Not good!" Situ Feng’s expression changed dramatically at the sight, watching the fist mark come roaring toward him. He hurriedly retreated, but his speed was no match for the punch. In an instant, its force slammed into him.

Under the leadership of Zhao Zilong and the canteen staff, the township government guesthouse had just opened and already earned praise from all the guests. Delicious food, attentive service, warm attitude—nearly flawless.

It was the thousand-year-old tree he’d encountered last night. If memory served, it had moved to another grove then—perhaps broken by heavenly thunder—and now returned to its roots.

"Should I go or not?" Xia Zheng began to ask himself. The dangers lurking within were impossible to predict; entering might prove even more disastrous than encountering Elder Ye Ming.

Still, no matter how hard he searched, Lian couldn’t find the necessary tools for the hunt.

Before bed, Qin Lang got up once. When he returned, Ye Li was already half asleep, and then felt a sudden coolness on his wrist, but had no energy left to check what had happened.

"Wait, did you just mention a statue of a fierce beast?" Wu Bo's aged eyes suddenly lit up as he asked again for confirmation.