Chapter 43: The Bait

All the grain was stored in the thatched cottage. The silver chest was moved into Pei Qinghe's room and then vanished without a trace.
The two mountain bandits who had acted as guides had their hands and feet bound and were thrown into the room.
Pei Qinghe did not beat, scold, or mistreat them; he simply gave them half a steamed bun and half a bowl of water each day. After three days, the bandits were so starved that their limbs grew weak and their hands and feet lost all strength.
On the fourth day, Pei Qinghe appeared before the bandits.
The five bandits, seeing stars from hunger, felt a surge of utter despair.
This had already stripped him of any confidence in defeating Pan Chen. After all, even his ultimate super-move had been forcefully deflected back by Pan Chen—that was simply too terrifying. In that state of his, probably even a top-tier martial artist would be incapable of inflicting any harm upon him.
Damn it! Dozens of various mountain artillery pieces, three armed Panther helicopters, and two field heavy Tiger armored tanks were pitted against dozens of heavy machine guns belonging to the Poison Dragon Sect, with the righteous alliance mustering three to four hundred men while the enemy numbered a little over one hundred, fewer than two hundred.
Upon hearing Pan Chen's words, Guanyin pondered for a moment. Guanyin knew Pan Chen would not merely be asking such simple questions. Just as Guanyin was deep in thought, the Dainichi Nyorai had already spoken, gazing loudly at Pan Chen and declaring.
Seeing his expression, Yinzhen found it difficult to say anything further, so he merely picked up the imperial memorial and continued with his official duties.
Therefore, in order to slow down the growth rate of the runes, he had been using a soul-forging cauldron to refine them. The spiritual power he possessed when making his move earlier had been exchanged by refining those runes.
Rong Xi smiled without any warmth, her raised eyebrows resembling two curved blades. Her eyes were squinted in a smile, yet within them lay a bone-chilling coldness, like a wolf on the grasslands. She said nothing at all, merely looking at Leng Yixiu's hand with that cold sneer.
After a brief moment, the effects of the body-tempering spiritual liquid gradually faded, and Ye Xiangchen also ceased his cultivation.
Xiao Shaofeng's words were utterly inexplicable. I looked up at him, but he had already let go. A wave of panic seized my heart, yet seeing that he had no intention of elaborating, I quickly got out of the car.
Jian Rong, he truly is a cunning fan. To think that this divine lord once regarded him as a suave and elegant gentleman.
They hoped to glean from Pan Chen's expression why he was acting thus, but Pan Chen's countenance remained entirely unchanged, leaving the Purple Tiger Demon Saint, the Nine-Spirited Primordial Saint, and the elderly dragon kings of the Four Seas Dragon Palaces destined for disappointment.
"Do you know of the great Wu Dynasty?" When uttering this name, Zhou Qing spoke word by word, as if it were carved into the depths of his memory.
Yang念中 (Yang Niangzhong) committed every word of the old woman to memory before finally taking out this slip of paper and handing it to her. However, the old woman did not take it; instead, she pushed Yang Niangzhong's hand back and said with a warm smile.
Therefore, she must find the puddle formed by the drops of water that fell simultaneously from her and Helian Jingmo's hands just moments ago.
Yet, even as the roars of beasts echoed continuously, they failed to induce a sense of annoyance or restlessness. Instead, they evoked the feeling of a rural homestead filled with the crowing of roosters and the barking of dogs—truly serene and tranquil.
Although it was merely a place for show, for certain practitioners on Earth, it also represented an opportunity to acquire suitable cultivation resources.
The dozen or more martial artists following closely behind Lin Tianya, upon closer inspection, all exuded the aura of the Deity Transformation Realm and were immensely powerful.
Besides, he was no fool. Having offered Yang Niangzhong such favorable terms, could it be that he had no subsequent demands? Seeing Yang Niangzhong's disbelief, Li Jingtang smiled faintly and spoke.
A madman of limited strength would not find it easy to finish him off; some things could not be accomplished through mere madness alone.
During this period, he had once again leaned heavily on his exceptionally thick skin. Just as he finally caught sight of a glimmer of turnaround, today, goodness knows which wrong word he had uttered, he had offended her all over again.
The deceased former leader had lost his son at an early age. Those three men were respectively his grandson, his adopted son, and his disciple. The adopted son and disciple also belonged to the same clan, sharing blood ties.