Chapter 27: Taking Gifts Leaves One Obliged

Zhao Weimin possessed one significant advantage: he appeared honest, largely because he was still young. Consequently, he seemed devoid of guile, leading others to believe he was easily deceived. This is why Wang Youwei trusted every word Zhao Weimin said without a shred of suspicion. Moreover, he had indeed seen an empty can of pork luncheon meat at Zhao Dabao’s house.

"Sigh, it’s bad enough that your character is poor, but now you’ve dragged ours down with you!" Chenxi shook her head from the side.

A brazier crackled in the room, maintaining a barely adequate warmth. The door was shut tight, mirroring the heavy hearts of those inside.

After Ye Tian stepped out of the teaching building, he heard Sun Li’s shout, but he paid it no mind; he truly did not believe there was anything Sun Li could actually do to him.

"I believe in you," Li He said with a faint smile before walking down. As for the next match, it began once the blood had been roughly cleared away. Everyone knew that any factor could influence a fight; if one were to slip on blood and give an opponent an opening, it would be disastrous. Thus, the Taixiang Martial Arts Association naturally considered everything.

People would never miss out on fresh news, though unfortunately, it was over too soon—far too short to satisfy everyone’s curiosity.

Ye Tian let out a sharp cry. True energy surged in his dantian, transforming into intense flames that flowed from his palms into the Qingtian Furnace.

A blood-red sun hung in the vast, clear blue sky like a speck of crimson set within a verdant emerald. It was dreamlike, striking the senses, and while people marveled at the sight, they couldn't help but sigh that it was another beautiful day.

"Good, not bad. Calm and composed. To have cultivated to the early Yellow Stage from a place like the mundane world—you are a genius of ancient martial arts," the old man said with a smile.

The others remained unchanged, but his own level—seventy-two—had been removed from the Heavenly Rankings.

He ultimately decided to head back toward the spot where he had just killed the bandit leader; the experience points from the bandit leader were quite substantial.

In the past, fearing the strength of the Ancestor Chongxiao, no one dared to harbor any designs. However, the Ancestor’s lifespan was nearing its end, and he likely had only a few years left. Consequently, the Chongxiao Sect suddenly became a piece of fat coveted by every major power.

This land, where extreme cold and extreme heat intersected, was rarely visited by poison practitioners due to its remote location and harsh environment.

The shopkeeper’s change in attitude was obvious. Was that final word of caution because he had noticed he had already reached the first level of body tempering?

It was relatively calm; aside from the nurses and doctors rushing about, the patients were either lying peacefully or resting serenely in their beds.

Mo Bai tried to activate his power, only to discover it had been completely drained. He surveyed the room and noticed that the material used to construct the iron cage was rather strange.

He did not know if it was his imagination, but he vaguely felt that his older sister had been very dependent on him lately. This sense of reliance seemed different from the usual, thick-as-blood bond between siblings.

"Apologies, everyone. I need to explore inside. It won't take long; leave the rest to you." Before anyone could dissuade him, Lichiu’s figure vanished instantly into the ventilation duct.

"Two security officers, we’re here to deliver takeout. Please open the gate," Zhen Shifeng replied with a flattering smile.

The sacred beast’s wings were primarily white, laced with a solemn golden hue like gilded metal. Lin Jingyi silently named them the Gilded Wings—the name was not only fitting but rolled off the tongue.

That night, I was drunk, Abe Shuang was drunk, and the foreign Taoist was drunk. Even the Thirteenth Princess, who rarely drank, was drunk. Only the sober Third Prince remained to clean up the mess.

Huang Taiji considered himself an expert, yet under such pressure, he found himself without the slightest will to fight.

Life had too many variables; she never counted on God to open a window for her or show her mercy.

"Brother Yuan, don't be impulsive. It’ll cost a life." The lackey was also afraid of Tang Yuan acting rashly. If he ended up stabbing Qin Tian to death, what would they do?

He began to appreciate the dance while pretending to be indifferent, moving closer to Diaochan. His hands, however, took hold of her willow-thin waist, swaying along with her movements.

For the Black Cloud School, the missions assigned by each hall were the only way to temper and test their disciples.

Driving on the highway, one could not only maintain high speeds but also enjoy a very stable and comfortable ride.

Upon hearing this, Du Henian hurriedly bowed in gratitude. Even his hands, which held the luminous pearl, trembled slightly, revealing the depth of his inner excitement.

Yueyue found it hard to believe and reached out to touch it. Upon contact, the skin over Li Liang’s tattoo had completely healed; there was no swelling or scabbing, as if the tattoo had been there for a long time.

Gongsun Du’s expression flickered with slight panic. Although he had certain ambitions, he still held a lingering awe in his heart for the Great Han, which was still "clinging to life."

He slowly approached the battlefield, seeing his own army in perfect formation—an unbreakable array covering the entire area.

He gave repeated instructions for the Princess to take good care of her health, warning her not to let the wind blow on her or be scorched by the intense sun.

Meng Xin curled her lips but said nothing. She stepped toward the creature—the "four-unlike"—outside the woods, feeling as though Zhang Yang had truly healed her; she felt no pain while walking.

Guan Jinlin stood under the scorching midday sun, holding his gun, drenched in sweat. His waist ached, his legs were sore, and his arms were going numb.

In the living room, Tuntun was telling Su Qinghan and Su Ranran about the things he had experienced over the past few days. Unlike the sullen Su Yucheng, he had inherited Mianmian’s personality and was very lively.

Seeing Chen Shaoqing speak, Zhao Tie-zhu rushed over and delivered another kick, sending Chen Shaoqing flying from the hood of the car into the backseat. Chen Shaoqing coughed up another mouthful of blood, feeling as if his internal organs were shattering, accompanied by unbearable pain.

He first went to the district branch, promised the police officers many benefits, and eventually managed to smooth the matter over.