Chapter 76

No matter which hotel you’re at, if you ask where their abalone comes from, most will tell you it’s from Bincheng.

Although Shang Mengqi hadn’t stated Qiu Shaoze’s identity outright, she believed that none of these people were fools; they would certainly be able to guess who Qiu Shaoze really was.

“Brother Xiao, what’s wrong with you?” Tong’er cried out in panic. But Xiao Rang’s body only trembled more violently. The hot spring within the celestial pool surged madly toward him, and steam billowed from every inch of his body.

Feeling the girl on his shoulder nod, Yuchi You’s face broke into an irrepressible smile of delight.

Once they broke from their shells, they were already well-developed, able to seek out food and digest ordinary fare.

And so, once Liu Qinghui learned that the British home fleet was attempting to escape, he immediately issued the second wave of commands without hesitation.

Even the Blood Demon Patriarch who appeared later—who turned out to be Feng Jiahao, the serial killer formerly terrorizing Qinghu City—had now been definitively identified.

“Huntian, this is the Blood-Drinker Blade. The one you wield is also the Blood-Drinker Blade. Is there some connection between these two treasures?” Seeing Huntian’s sudden shock, Tong’er couldn’t help but ask, her curiosity piqued.

No matter whether the opponent was suffering from internal injuries or something else, now was no reason for him to hold back.

Aunt Li repeated what she had just said, not missing a word. Her expressionless manner greatly displeased the parents.

Well then, I see now how wise that old Daoist really was—he washed his hands of the matter and left me to fall into this pit. Looks like I can forget about getting home early tonight.

So be it. I’m not good at conversation anyway; best let the director handle it. But before he could call for the director, the man had already arrived uninvited.

The flickering firelight illuminated the altar as Ximen Jing stepped forward, carefully feeling the mural above. Judging by the style, it wasn’t all that old—perhaps from the Yuan or Ming period. The figures had flaked away badly, so only an outline could be made out.

Its virtue was in helping cultivators save the mental effort and time needed for refinement, but aside from that, it wasn’t much different from the Earth Spirit Flame. And as for that, Chen Dugu had never needed anything external to help him save effort; his path of advancement had always relied on sudden insight and leaps forward.

What annoyed me even more was that Li Yi, who claimed to regard me as a true friend, hadn’t breathed a word about someone tailing me—a matter of such gravity—leaving me so passive in front of Yue Zhi.

But things developed differently than in other places. By sheer bad luck, he ran into Hua Xinfeng, the hot-tempered and meddlesome head of the Fiery Blade Sect.

I did as Zhang Fei said, unable to resist sitting up and glaring at him. “Zhang Fei, can’t you just wish your brother Chu well for once? How could I die so easily? Never mind, help me up…” Zhang Fei hurried to comply and helped me to my feet.

Hu Jianjun, listening to all this gossip, wished he could find a hole to crawl into. He could stand it no longer and left at once.

“Doctor, where should we go?” Xiao Xue couldn’t help interrupting, feeling that this young doctor was a bit too wordy.

With no leads for the moment, Bai Zhi prepared to stay in the Pirate Star Sector for a while. There must be plenty of underground star charts circulating here—far better than blundering blindly into the semispirit clan’s territory.

Hopefully, this guy wouldn’t just pass out drunk, but would raise a ruckus for a while—that would be much livelier.

“Chairman, perhaps you should take more time to understand the spending habits of young middle-class and white-collar people,” Yan Yun said with a smile.

“You…” Jiang Qinhao felt a tightness in his chest, his vision swimming with golden stars, unable to speak a word.

Apart from the Liu family, quite a few distant in-laws turned up to join the fun, along with some villagers, all attending Liuzi’s full-moon banquet.

“Brother Gu, if you truly saved Guhuai Village, then I, Niu Li, will gladly serve you as a beast of burden all my life, without a word of complaint!” Niu Li’s face flushed with excitement.

Other families have children and nurse them—why is it only you have no milk? More meticulous families will try all sorts of milk-boosting remedies, and if that fails, they’ll use cow’s or goat’s milk instead.

“Are you trying to worry me to death? What on earth is it?” Du Yuniang noticed Qiu Caidie’s face had gone white, tears glimmering in her eyes, threatening to fall at any moment.

How could the great United States not even be able to come up with five million dollars? If they don’t have the cash, they can always print it! That can’t possibly be true! There’s stuff in the White House that could fetch hundreds of thousands if sold off.

After hearing about it, Jun Ying’s first question—much like Su Chengbei’s—was whether her email address had been leaked. She also advised her not to bother with the matter, preferring a cold approach; if one is upright, there’s nothing to fear from shadows. Besides, with Su Chengbei handling things, she had even less to worry about.

Given their temperament, they’d prefer to kill a hostage outright rather than keep a troublemaker around, but after the battle at Niubei Ridge, Yuntu had captured over a dozen soldiers from the Blood Legion, so they kept him alive for now.

With his arrival, everyone immediately assumed that the next prize draw would be related to Jun Ying—after all, Luo Jun rarely appeared at such events.

The Tian brothers suddenly realized that among their group, the highest Daoist cultivation wasn’t Shen Jiqiu, but Li Yuanqing.

“Director Zhuang, it’s all in the past now. I’m doing well.” Zhu Tianyun naturally couldn’t get involved, but he made his dissatisfaction clear through his actions—otherwise, he wouldn’t have gone to Taiwan.

Besides… if I may be blunt, a thousand silver coins is nothing but a rip-off!

“Hello, sir. I forfeit my remaining high jump attempts.” Zhu Tianyun’s announcement stunned everyone.

“Host, Zhu Tianyun is holding a press conference tomorrow and has specifically invited us. Do you think this could spell trouble for us?” The Heilongjiang Daily called an emergency meeting.

But Gan Quan was always getting into mishaps—childish at heart, he’d probably wandered off to play somewhere by now.

The Twelve Pavilion Technique, however, required the sun and moon to appear simultaneously, yin and yang in conflict. If one didn’t follow the manual’s instructions to the letter, the slightest carelessness could spell disaster and the scattering of one’s cultivation.

Ying Doudou suddenly collapsed to the ground, gasping for air, terror in her eyes turning into resentment as she glared at Jiao Ziqian, tears glistening.

What struck Cheng Yaojin as odd was that when the man entered, he didn’t hear the sound of clothes or belts being removed. Did these two inside have no sense of urgency? Didn’t they know that a spring night is fleeting? Not making use of the time—don’t they realize that wasting time is shameful?