Chapter Ninety-Six: Envy

The old man still would not give up and asked again, “Little girl, you really will not take me as your master?”

If not for the last shred of reason holding him back, he would have asked: Do you know who I am? Do you know what you are refusing? What it is you are missing?

He was Shen Du, Shen Junhe, a man celebrated throughout the realm, a scholar of great renown. Countless scions of noble houses and princes and grandees would have given anything to become his disciples.

To put it bluntly, if it were not for some special reason, even the chubby girl...

But now, the ghost was no different from an ordinary person; that bloody reek about him had vanished. The smell of blood was a strange thing, one that anyone who had been to the battlefield would carry. No matter how many times they bathed, it would never disappear. Others could not smell it, but Lin Tian could.

It turned out that Lisa was also holding a box. There was no wrapping on it, no ribbon tied around it. Instead, it looked dim and old, as though it had been left there for many years.

“Bad!”

Patriarch Peng muttered darkly to himself. Out of the corner of his eye, he had already caught sight of a figure appearing beside him. A streak of cyan light tore swiftly through his ring-shaped defense, magnifying before his eyes in an instant.

“Hmph!”

Mu Xiecheng gave a cold snort and did not waste words with the other side. His figure flashed in an instant to the guardian who had spoken.

At that moment, Jiang Yu unleashed one killing move after another. In the same instant, he employed multiple divine powers, forging a strike meant to annihilate all opposition.

“Big Brother is up against five or six of them alone; he’s bound to suffer. Jingzhe, protect Sister-in-law. I’ll go help Big Brother.”

After Gu Yu finished speaking and received a nod of confirmation from Jingzhe, he immediately rushed over and pressed back to back with Yun Xi.

“No need. Our manor still has this much face to spare,” Qi, the steward, said with a strained smile as he refused. What nonsense was this? If the earl were to hear of it, he would only praise him for handling things well and making the young master look good. How could anyone possibly be displeased?

“I’m afraid there’s not enough time,” Lin Wushuang thought it over and realized it was truly hard to imagine remaining calm two days from now in a city stinking with death. Corpses would fill the streets; there would be no need to wait for the plague to spread, for the stench alone would kill the place.

“This... seems to be the Ten Thousand Beasts Demon-Spirit Formation!” someone examined it carefully and spoke a name with a trace of awe.

The crowd buzzed with discussion, all of them wearing looks of eager anticipation, and among them there was hardly anyone who thought well of Jiang Yu.

Lanyicui had truly been revived! How had Xiao Xueying done it? That explosive surge in sales was practically a repeat of the miracle Xiantuhui had achieved a few months earlier.

Sister-in-law Li Hehua had not expected Lin Dachun to care so much about her. And over the past half-month, she had indeed felt a little unwell from time to time, so going for a checkup would not hurt.

“I shouldn’t be the first one here, should I?”

A lively stir came from the doorway. The newcomer was the award-winning actress Du Wan, with a radiant smile, delicate features, and fair, smooth skin. One could not tell at all that she was already thirty-five this year. Time has always been kind to beauties.

The greenish rust on the staff vanished, replaced by a brilliant sheen of red and gold.

As for Lin Lan, the source of the brothers’ dispute, she had indeed been sleeping soundly not long ago, only to be awakened by a burst of ringing from her phone.

Zhou Di’s military campaign, however, did not go smoothly. He first sent his younger brother Zhou Fangxing to lead troops in an attack on Yuzhang, only to be defeated by Zhou Pu.

For this, he had even specially modified an Arrancar meant to deal with Soul Reapers of vice-captain level and above. If that was not using an ox cleaver to kill a chicken, what was?

Hou Shengbei remembered clearly that it had been around this time three years ago when he left Chang’an and returned to the Southern Dynasty.