Chapter 57: Absolute Suppression

The consequence of Mo Yin's words of encouragement was that he had to work through the entire night.
Ling Yinyin had slept soundly and woke up to find the man glaring at her with overwhelming resentment.
Noticing the dark circles under Mo Yin's eyes, she couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"Do snakes get dark circles under their eyes too?"
Mo Yin: "...... Ling Yinyin!"
Ling Yinyin said, "Alright, alright, let's pack up our things and go out for a stroll."
"Where to?"
Nestled between the Flaming Plow Mountain Range and Tiger Mountain, coupled with its exceptionally picturesque surroundings, Wangjiang City was extremely prosperous. Day and night, an endless stream of people and horses shuttled through its streets. With a complex mix of people from all walks of life, disputes were frequent.
Yuan Fenghai repeated to himself that if Bai You were truly Bai Zhenlong's son, he genuinely could not afford to provoke him.
"Yes, truly disciplined. Excellent. For this period of time, I will have to trouble your Purgatory Legion. It would be best if you could train all the soldiers to be just like you." Situ Guo didn't mind the lack of names; in the military, there were many specialized soldiers who used codenames instead of names.
Leng Guang, a steadfast traditional deduction enthusiast and a purist of orthodox mystery fiction, left behind quite a significant number of clues.
The moonlight was bright and pristine, as if it could pierce through the pervasive gloomy darkness. Her neatly bound black hair came undone amidst the surging spiritual energy, and her flawless face under the bright moon looked ethereal and dreamlike.
The ancient tree shook violently, startling a flock of birds into flight and dislodging several green leaves. As the grey smoke dissipated, a hole the thickness of an adult's arm appeared on the trunk, piercing right through the entire tree.
Mu Tianxun shouted at the top of his lungs in despair. An elderly man with no name flashed into appearance before him, reached out to pinch Jin Yanying's wrist, and with a wave of his hand, sent Jin Yanying flying from his embrace to hover in the void.
Yet Gu Fanxheng didn't mind at all; he laughed heartily and said, "I suppose you could say that. Come, come, come, let's go inside and talk." With that, he led Xue Yuqiong and Chu Haoran inside.
Suni glanced at Mei Mei, then at Zhang Fei'er. The two of them were sitting back-to-back, heads lowered, solely focused on eating their spicy hot pot.
She had wanted to call him a scoundrel, but Zhang Yan ultimately changed her phrasing. Although she now held Li Mu in her heart, that day had marked the beginning of her descent.
"Having managed the seventy-two mercantile houses of Jiangnan for many years, Shopkeeper Lu is indeed well-versed in the ways of the world. To be frank, the various prefectures and provinces can no longer gather sufficient funds and provisions. This prince intends to borrow a portion from Shopkeeper Lu. Once the Liao are pacified, this prince will draw from the military rations to repay you, along with the appropriate interest calculated in full. What does Shopkeeper Lu think of this?" Zhao Huan smiled.
Suyan accepted it, torn between laughter and tears, and said, "Fine, fine, fine, I won't fight you for it." Qri sat nearby, smiling as she watched the two of them make a fuss. She had also eaten quite a lot today; Suyan no longer worried about her weight, but Qri still had some concerns—her face seemed to have grown a bit rounder lately, and she felt it was time for her to go on a diet.
Li Chen and the other girls were left speechless. What was wrong with Jiyeon's head again? Yerin, on the other hand, looked at Jiyeon with wide-eyed curiosity, wearing an eager expression of wanting to try it herself. Seeing this, Li Chen covered his face and didn't want to speak, feeling that if this girl hung around Jiyeon for too long, she would definitely turn foolish.
In short, analyzed from any angle, Yeming's Saint Martial Spirit bloodline seemed like a "atavistic" accident.
Yet that small quota was barely enough to satisfy daily drinking needs, and whatever was left over would at most be enough to wash one's face before being completely depleted. Fortunately, Zhang Chao was now a powerful being at the peak of the Golden stage, nearly approaching the legendary Chinese concept of the flawless, unblemished immortal.
At that moment, the giant beast let out a "humph" sound, as if letting out a yawn, and fixed its cinnabar-red eyes on the battered and disheveled crowd on the ground.
Eunjung felt a bit shy under Li Chen's gaze and unconsciously touched her braid in the back. "Uhm, does it look bad?" Eunjung asked, sounding somewhat worried.
Zhao Tianyi hadn't expected this either. He knew very well what kind of person his son was, so why was he acting differently this time? If it were prior to today, no matter what, he would never have agreed to it.