Chapter 169: A Heroic Rescue! Give Aping Some Money to Spend

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Tang Yao tossed away his cigarette and slowly walked into the mine shaft. It was vast, and the surroundings were shrouded in darkness.

Only a moment later, Dongfang Qinlan slowly opened her eyes. The first thing she saw was Ye Xuan’s handsome face, filled with concern.

In just half a month, everything had changed. Meanwhile, Xing Zhao, far away in the northern desert, received an imperial edict. Yet the person who accepted it was not Xing Zhao, but Pan Chun.

Fan Yun entered the house and, just as expected, found a door leading to the basement. It was unlocked, so he immediately climbed down.

The area occupied by the Raging Wind was exceedingly vast. In its most densely concentrated center, a kind of lightning was born—the Raging Wind’s Thunder.

“Uncle Mo, please send him away,” Shen Yue said, rubbing her fair temple. Lately, people had constantly come to disturb her. She clearly did not wish to see them, yet they clung to her like flies.

Tang Yao swallowed. It was not merely her collar that had been exposed—even below it, a pair of long, jade-like legs could be seen.

Looking at the disciples from the various branches of Qingyun Sect below, Perfected Dao Xuan smiled. These people were the future pillars of Qingyun Sect. Its future rested entirely upon them.

“A system that can sacrifice countless people, all under the pleasant name of…” Morgana continued the earlier statement.

To celebrate having settled in safely, the people from the two villas gathered together once more. They sat around a table laden with dishes, eating and drinking merrily.

A ringing doorbell woke Chen Xinghai from his sweet sleep. Unable to understand why the bell was ringing indoors and disturbing his rest, he searched around for a way to turn it off, but failed. After checking the time, he realized it was time to go to work.

What surprised Jiang Xuan and the others was that when Guan Yi saw Ye Bai, he immediately stood up and called out, “Boss.”

Jia Sidao truly had no idea what the person before him was made of. The man could even see through his thoughts. At that moment, Jia Sidao wanted to shake his head and refuse to admit it, but the other man’s words left him no choice but to nod and acknowledge the truth.

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“I… Neither of these two is Yao Muchен.” Yao Haohui lowered his voice. He had followed the man in black to confirm it, and neither of them was the Yao Muchен he knew.

There really was a peanut brand. A flock of crows seemed to be cawing over Chen Xinghai’s head, plunging everything into darkness. Once the words had left his mouth, he could not take them back. Buying something he did not need would make it seem as though he was toying with the sales clerk, but refusing to buy it would be just as awkward.

Song Zheng had thought that he had already made it through the stage of mentally preparing himself. Yet after killing the fat-and-thin duo, he realized that the process was still underway.

After that, two more groups were swept into the swamp by the storm. Both groups were quite large. One consisted almost entirely of disciples from the Ten Seas, numbering more than three thousand people. The other had roughly a thousand. In the end, about six hundred people escaped from the two groups.

Because of the complicated resentment between him and Lin Feiwu, Ya Dong had not allowed Xue Ling to accompany him. If Lin Feiwu truly wanted to kill him, then even with Xue Ling—or with his seven brothers, Sun Wukong, and Bei Bei all joining forces against Lin Feiwu—he believed his own people might still suffer terribly.

Ye Bai and Lin Fei naturally could not easily trust a stranger, even if that stranger was Chinese. Thus, they did not leave immediately. Instead, they watched to see how the Chinese man would blow up the building.

Only then did Zhou Chu realize that Qian Duoduo had happened to be driving past this place earlier. She must have seen him fooling around with Cheng Yun, which explained why her expression was so unpleasant.

“What are the conditions? Just tell me, President Li. As long as they are within my ability to meet, I will satisfy them,” Wang Feiyang said with a smile as he looked at Li Hao. He had already made up his mind: any amount of money would be fine.

They fought from the plains to the hills, and from the water’s edge into the woods. Every tree in the forest began to crackle and burst with sound whenever their weapons clashed.

“Come with me!” As Leng Yu smiled, the Tenth Prince suddenly seized her wrist and pulled her toward a nearby pavilion.

Just as expected, Jun Yuan could no longer bear his endless longing for Afura while remaining at home, so he decided to go out and conduct business. Before leaving, he carefully arranged Jun Yan’s future education and then summoned Erika to speak with him for the entire night.

At that moment, a middle-aged elder of about forty saw Li Daniu’s performance and let out a displeased snort through his nose.

He had no birdcage on hand, so he found someone to bring him a steamer basket instead. He placed the bird inside, fearing that it might escape.

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He pressed his lips against Chu Binxuan’s. Chu Binxuan failed to react for a moment, and his fair face flushed crimson. It was only when he saw Pei Junhao that he understood what had happened. At a loss, he reached out and wrapped his arms around Mu Zhihan’s slender waist.

A certain someone covered his injured neck with one hand and slowly moved away from the newly formed “ice sculpture.”

In truth, that was not the case. Jiang Yi’s courteous and easygoing manner eased the tense emotions of many Tang Sect disciples.

Two powerful auras suddenly appeared inside the private room. Two elderly men abruptly materialized in front of Zhou Chen, their faces grim as they simultaneously reached out to seize him.

“Bullshit! If we leave, we leave together! Xu Wei, if you dare run away on your own, I’ll shoot you with this crossbow!” Zhou Chen glared fiercely at Xu Wei, then turned toward the bandits charging at them. A trace of anticipation flashed in his eyes.

Under a combination of threats and enticements, one of the proprietors of the Welcome Inn, the “Green Lotus Taoist,” reluctantly agreed to meet him and told him two secret code phrases.

What was the true background of that Taoist temple? Was the Ming government secretly backing it? If they went there to cause trouble, would the authorities misunderstand them? Would it bring some kind of disaster upon them?

Gu Long said that a true confidant was not a friend, but an enemy. He had fought Hong Qigong for decades, yet he had been defeated by that single palm strike. He did not have the courage to receive it. He still had attachments, and so he ran.

Through a magical orb, they observed what was happening on Distel’s side. Distel did not appear anxious at all.

After hearing Qu Ying’s words, everyone present understood. It turned out that Feng Jinyan had been the one to strike first. She had lost in skill, yet still had the nerve to curse at her opponent… Most of the onlookers were powerful or wealthy heirs from the city’s elite circles. At that moment, they looked at the usually arrogant and conceited Feng Jinyan with schadenfreude in their eyes.