Chapter 55: Fu Shiyong, Stop Pestering Yuzao!

Waking up again, both her hands and feet were bound.

Plunged into a bitter cold of minus twenty to thirty degrees Celsius, Yu Zao could not even utter a sound for help.

Snap!

The incandescent overhead light flickered on.

In the cramped space of just a few square meters, the air was agonizingly thin.

Outside, the irregular clanging of an iron rod struck the nerves with every single blow, making her scalp tingle and her heart race wildly.

Acting on a sudden flash of inspiration, she decided to cast a brick to attract jade, hoping to test just how much those people in the underground palace actually knew about the crystal, whether its jelly-like state was indeed their doing, and whether they, having studied the contents of the burial chamber for thirty years, had any inkling of the crystal's true origins.

The remaining mountain pears were all misshapen and subpar, so Yang Yongan and the children took them to the alley to sell at a cheap price.

In short, no matter how late it was, he would always call her. Even if it were just to say goodnight, it would help her sleep all the more sweetly.

Xiang Yang had once overheard Su Yuan calling Luo Yan, complaining furiously that after acting as her cousin for so many years, she only ever gave him a hard time while treating Zhou Chenyu so wonderfully well.

"Besides, what is going on with Zhou Yunfei?" Although the old master was a man of vast experience, partiality was human nature after all; just as fingers on a hand are of different lengths, one naturally plays favorites among children and grandchildren.

"It's nothing. I'm just here to tell you now that I find this Chen Qingyuan an eyesore. You had better tell your old man to find someone else to collaborate with, or else don't blame me, Yan Xiangyang, for showing no mercy and dragging your family into the mess as well," Yan Xiangyang said, his tone sharp yet chillingly cold.

As it happened, the southern guest had arrived here just that afternoon and wished to stay for two or three days to see if he could purchase the furs he needed.

"Miss Xuexian is a reasonable person who sees the bigger picture. Am I right in saying so?" Hearing this, Long Shaofeng smiled awkwardly before hastily speaking up.

Having reached beyond the Ruins of Guixu, Hulanhe produced a thin, yellowish sheepskin parchment. As the few of them took turns examining it, more information flooded into each of their minds.

Yang Yongan did not mind at all and slowly began, "Mother, let's not speak of distant matters, let's talk about what's close at hand. Take selling mountain pears, for instance. Our family doesn't have an ox cart, so renting someone else's is not only expensive but also troublesome."

Furthermore, regarding the trial quotas three years from now, although the Yuhuang Temple alone claimed as many as five, they unfortunately only had three people who could actually participate and meet the requirements—and that was even including Pei Liehu, their newly accepted disciple. If they ended up unable to even fill their quota when the time came, it would truly become the laughingstock of all.

At this moment, Xue Changfeng was enumerating all of Chen Fan's virtues to the Tiger Clan Demon King. Though he had only truly laid eyes on him once, he knew quite a bit, spouting endless boasts that cemented Chen Fan's status as the Chosen Son of the Primordial Star, and recounting his battle achievements across the cultivation world.

Lin Yi's capability could be said to be immense by now. Although he had always maintained a low profile and shunned flamboyant fame, even looking across the entire globe, Lin Yi's attainments in medicine were top-tier, and it remained an open question whether anyone could even rival him.

Precisely because she knew the Fu family was a single-line heir for generations, when she first heard Chuntao's report, her thoughts never once turned toward Fu Jingxi.

Since this strategy would not work, he would simply forge another path. Methods are devised by people; if you never try to seek them out, how can you know they do not exist?

As he spoke, Li Xiaoran clenched his fists tight. A surge of power rose from within, bursting the clothes on his body to reveal the imperial dragon robe beneath, leaving the Emperor utterly astonished.

Whoosh! The radiant web immediately lifted Satan and the four great demon gods, soaring away toward the void outside.

Yet Du Qingyang, whose fury was currently blinding him, cared nothing for any of this. At that moment, all he wanted was to avenge Han Jiaojia. Brandishing his saber, he flew forward, directly shattering the one-way barrier of the eternal array, while down on the ground, Ao Bing, clad in white with a fluttering cloak, burned with a furious rage, fiercely vowing to avenge his elder brother.