Volume One, Chapter 103: The Wei Siblings

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"Sorry, I already have a girlfriend. If I gave you my WeChat, my girlfriend would get jealous."

Xiao Junhe declined politely. After speaking, he smiled and handed a cup of tea he had poured to Yun Moju.

"Right, girlfriend?"

He raised an eyebrow at Yun Moju.

Yun Moju: ...

She knew Xiao Junhe was deliberately using her as a shield. Since others had used her as one before, returning the favor didn't seem like a big deal. She smiled awkwardly and hurriedly picked up her cup to take a sip of water.

"Cough—cough, cough—"

But she drank too quickly, and the water caught in her throat, making her cough repeatedly. Xiao Junhe grabbed a tissue and passed it over.

"Don't rush, take it slow..."

Her profession was rather special—she had been trained to endure foul smells before, so she wasn't one to be squeamish.

Twenty minutes later, Li Xiaoxuan and Du Yangping returned to the seating area of Starfrost Martial Arts Hall and were immediately greeted by a roar of cheers.

What Beiming didn't know, however, was that he couldn't even last a single move. Had it not been for the special circumstances where the Peach Blossom Sword God and the Wine Immortal of the Sword intervened, Beiming might have already reported to King Yama by now.

"The challenge event we are attempting today is called 'Identifying Mountains by Contour Lines.' Now, let's welcome Professor Wei Qiankun to introduce the content and rules of this challenge." said Jiang Jingjian.

Having not seen each other for a long time, the talkative Four-Eyed Taoist kept pulling Ninth Uncle and Sun Xu into endless conversation.

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The Chaos Demon Race was on the verge of annihilation, and the Donglai Sacred Land was about to form an alliance with the Six Realms Alliance—either point was enough to excite them.

Long Batian remained cold and aloof, wanting to see just what trick this stoic fellow was trying to play.

Beitang rose and followed her as she walked out. When they reached the gate of the residence and were about to board the carriage for duty, the cheerful sound of gongs and drums suddenly came from the end of the street, and a bridal procession of moderate size approached.

Who could understand the agony of a father past sixty losing his son?

Moreover, those chosen by the system to become customers of the Happy Food House were basically people who never lacked money.

Lin Feng didn't say it out loud, partly to keep Bai Muxue in the dark—because once he revealed that place, she might refuse to go with him. So he could only play mysterious and keep her guessing.

"No way?" said Emperor Jingming. "Then why are you telling Us all this?" He had even let the man listen to a ridiculously foolish declaration of love.

Ping-ge'er, still an infant in swaddling clothes, was unexpectedly excited too, babbling incoherently as his eyes darted around—far more alert than other babies his age.

The two plain words came from the smiling Yulong's mouth, and what was even more unremarkable was his motion. When the blade of the sword swung by Liangyue struck him, Yulong's arm didn't even tremble in the slightest, which was hardly consistent with the impact of a massive blow.

Rongtang lowered her eyes, then after a moment turned her head to look at the waters of Guanlan Lake outside the pavilion, falling silent once more for a long while.

She realized that Lin Feng's tone had suddenly become so familiar—it felt like a warm-hearted uncle speaking to her just now, steady and reassuring.

Madame Shang harbored suspicions, but after probing several times without finding any real flaw, she could only suppress her doubts and, following Zou Zhihan's lead, set about preparing for the birthday banquet.

He Zhenghua was taken aback. He hadn't expected the Gao family to actually stand up for Lin Feng, and the anger suppressed in his heart suddenly erupted all at once.

Wang Shi covered her mouth: She must not cry—crying signified grief, and the child would be plagued by bad luck. She could not cry.

Li Yalin knew well when to stop, and he truly couldn't bear to keep teasing Aisi any further, so at just the right moment, he gently shook his head.

Fang Yi turned around, glanced around, and then walked toward the entrance of the hall, where a trash bin stood. He walked over to it, took one last drag of his cigarette, stubbed it out, and tossed it inside.

At first, everyone was puzzled as to why the fierce beasts of Ten Thousand Beasts Valley had all suddenly pulled out of the competition. Only now did they realize it was all the work of the Blazing Shadow Holy Cult.

Silence—at this moment, everything around became utterly silent, as if time itself had frozen. Besides Yimeng, Chang'e and Tianpeng both stared wide-eyed, unable to believe what they were seeing.

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Shen Qingzhu nodded, yet his gaze lingered reluctantly on Emperor Pass, where Xiang Hao's figure had already vanished.

If it were an ordinary thief, it wouldn't matter much—even if his leg were crippled, there'd still be a fix. But the man they'd beaten this time had an extraordinary background, with an extremely formidable father, and someone on their side had crushed the man's family jewels. If this were investigated, they would absolutely not escape blame.

Amid the eager and excited gazes of the crowd, the missile shot out in an instant, flying straight toward the approaching team.

As for Pang Hanzi, what was the purpose of each and every move he made? What was his goal? Where had he gone wrong? He had no concept of any of it at all.

Tang Sanzang was anxious to obtain the scriptures. Early one morning, he quietly roused his disciples and led the group in sneaking out of Ciyun Temple, continuing their journey westward.

Fa Zheng finished speaking and produced a letter written on coarse linen from his sleeve. The fact that he wrote on linen showed that Pang Tong also regarded it with great importance.

The others who had originally turned their backs were stunned when they saw Xiao Feng actually kick Master Tu'er flying with a single boot.

"I'm starving—let's dig in right away." Fu Tiantian downed the tea that Ye Chu hadn't finished in one gulp, not minding in the least.

When Locke had originally presided over the Holy See, although he had yearned to eliminate Jian Xin and the others, and though there was the great enmity of the Marshal Battle, it was not beyond reconciliation. It was only after Eric rose to power and allied with the Dark Holy See to launch a full-scale assault on the Kirua faction that the two sides reached the point of no return.

Jian Wuhen coldly swept his gaze over Young Master Dilas, secretly resolving that once today's matter was settled, he would personally join Yuntian in destroying that accursed merchant alliance. The bastards had nearly wiped out the Jian family's bloodline—there was no way he would let them off.

Qin Fengyi asked with delight, "Your Majesty, is this what they mean by 'treat me as a scholar of honor, and I shall repay with my life'?" Good heavens, he'd only offered His Majesty one brilliant suggestion, and already he fancied himself a great statesman.

"Alright, then let's use these four criteria to screen which enterprises can join the alliance." Liu of Jingdong pondered for a moment, then nodded in agreement.

"A 10-to-1 user registration ratio is actually better than I expected," Wang Jie remarked.

Just then, Imperial Physician Zhang brought over a bowl of herbal medicine, and everyone urged Qin Fengyi to take it first and steady himself—lest he truly grieve himself into a fool. In this critical moment, they all still depended on him.

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