Chapter 93: Old Li Is Injured

Meng Lianqiao despised nothing more than bullying by dint of power, and so she forced out a single line through clenched teeth, asking in a low voice.

The others, hearing this, had no choice but to lower their heads, not daring even to breathe.

This was no small matter. If Old Li were to suffer some grave mishap, even I would not be able to settle the affairs of Li Village.

“What are you standing there for? Hurry and carry him inside. Get the village clinic—”

At the mention of incense offerings, Zhou Qi suddenly thought of Tian Xin across the way, and then, just as suddenly, of the original Ah Xin.

Zhou Zheng was astonished to discover that not only was the other man’s strength identical, but even his combat skill, and the sacred armor he wore, were exactly the same.

“Did Billy and the others do this again?” The Homelander felt that Billy and the others were like irritating flies: when he reached out to swat them away, they darted off into the distance; the moment he stopped, they came buzzing back into his face. It was infuriating beyond words.

Seeing these supplies, she was struck with delight, never expecting the production team to be so generous this time.

At ten o’clock that night, Zhou Qi kissed the sleeping Xie Lan on the forehead, then went with Brother Yao to have tea at Brother Hui Min’s company.

In the past, the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law had actually been rather good, but later, because Qiao Peiyu’s body was so frail and he had been born premature, the old lady came to believe that Yu Qingyuan must have done something during her pregnancy to cause such great loss to her eldest grandson.

“Not much. With my own savings added in, another two or three hundred thousand should be enough to get started.” Tian Xin counted on her fingers.

In the afternoon, Zhou Qi went as usual to Shijing to meet Old Mo, discuss new products, and keep an eye on the factory rentals. The spaces were nearly all rented out now, and the industrial park remained fairly lively.

Over the next few days, the two of them returned to normal life, tacitly avoiding any mention of the matter.

After all, she held eight percent of the shares in Qin’s Medical, and Qin Yao had been envious of even that little bit for many years.

“Shut up. Keep your eyes open,” Feng Yuedong said, then folded his arms across his chest and watched Da Niu.

The space seemed to surge with enormous waves; a tremendous pressure of wind slammed against the walls of the cavern, shaking loose stone chips and sending dust billowing everywhere.

Without rules there can be no order, and human nature is greedy; no one is willing to yield to another. Before long, beneath the spiral staircase, the place had exploded into a battlefield, smoke and dust rising everywhere.

Feng Yiheng had been away for quite some time, and during that period several foreigners had come over to strike up conversation, but she had politely turned them all away with a smile.

“All right, Wanru, stop talking. As for Young Master Mu, we should be full of gratitude toward him. That he was willing to agree this time is already a blessing among blessings.” Yet while she said this, Tang Xuexian failed to notice the faint, hard-to-detect sorrow in her eyes.

“So that means the fellow called Ye Feng is no ordinary man!” Jia kept his eyes fixed on Hua Qiang, as though he meant to see right through Hua Qiang’s inner world. Hua Qiang nodded, then pushed all the blame onto Huang Wei and Ye Feng.

Back when the young heroes of the Chenyun Empire held their tournament finals, the prize was merely a top-grade essence core. How many people had gone mad for it?

Following the direction indicated by the dragon serpent’s claws, they looked over and discovered that, though night was nearly deep over the sky, faint strands of white light were still illuminating the cliff face.

Come to think of it, the two of them had roughly entered the scene around the same time. Ma Daoqiang had been earlier, but he retired earlier as well, which was why his fame might not even match that of Caesar, the Great Dongge, now.

They only heard a thunderous crash as the Crimson-Eyed White Tiger was sent flying by a single punch from the Dark Night, slamming into the ground and leaving a deep crater.

One by one, the metallic beast cores turned into a kind of liquid, merging into Qi Ying’s body, where he refined them completely into his own flesh and blood, altering the strength and structure of his body all the way down to the cellular, even particle, level.

In the Immortal Realm, you know that immortal artifacts are divided into four ranks: upper, middle, lower, and top-grade. In essence, they are all tools forged by immortals. Beyond top-grade immortal artifacts, however, lie the innate treasures. What does “innate” mean?

Lin Yu did not speak. Instead, she quietly watched the divine being, the blade in her hand slowly turning and swaying as she gathered power, preparing for the next attack.