Chapter 110: You Want Me to Direct the Mars Rescue?

“Old man, fighting is for the young. At your age, don’t try to show off. Go home and get some rest. Honestly, I don’t much like tussling with elders,” Ye Bai said alongside.

Yao Muchen glanced around the shop, finding nothing unusual. He then waved his sleeve, placing ten bottles of elixirs on the counter. The old shopkeeper’s eyes lit up instantly, his neck stretching as he stared dumbfounded at the row of white jade bottles.

After a moment’s daze, she looked down, only to be startled to find a hand pressing against her chest.

Di Longjie smiled. Such empty bravado from the martial world stirred no waves with him. Five masters threatening to scare me off? Impossible. Last time I was driven away by Arthur Tai, I regretted it deeply. This time, I spotted them first. If I don’t take down these five and earn my reward now, when will I?

Yao Muchen hurriedly sat down, placing both hands on its back to heal its wounds. Half an hour later, seeing some recovery, he rose to tend to the white civet cat’s injuries.

The others in the courtyard smiled knowingly upon hearing this. Everyone could guess the relationship between Ye Bai and Yao Yuxin.

Ya Dong, seeing Ruoming unaware of his body’s abnormalities—or perhaps pretending not to notice—scolded himself silently.

“Your subordinate is incompetent!” The man who came to report clasped his fists and, mounted on horseback, earnestly begged Gu Jingfeng’s pardon.

Meanwhile, Haitang, who had waited three days at the General’s Residence, was overjoyed upon hearing of Gu Jingfeng’s recovery. She had the kitchen prepare his favorite dishes early and, after freshening up, waited outside the residence in her finest attire.

Thanks to its powerful spiritual energy, Shanaido had just evolved into its final form, gaining top-tier supernatural abilities that easily elevated it into the elite realm.

“Good, Liansheng, we’ve also found the lair of this ghostly creature. Let’s wait until dawn before making further plans,” Fo Buwu said, noticing the ancient well.

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From the earlier conversation, Ye Feng knew Mingxin had emotional troubles and guessed she might be seeking to understand his situation. But what exactly was his own state?

This strangely wondrous feeling surprised them both. Josephine immediately pushed Russell away, clutching her shield as she returned to her room.

However, don’t think the wheat harvest is over once the grain is bagged. Over the next two or three days, it must be dried under the sun daily, or else mold or sprouting will ruin the entire season’s effort.

People in society treasured their jobs dearly. For the sake of performance bonuses, they would grind out dozens of monsters in one spot, knowing every gold coin in their bags equated to real money.

Liu’s father knew his son well. Spoiled by a doting mother, he grew ambitious but shallow, arrogant and overbearing. He never learned proper skills, only grasped superficial tactics. To cover for his son’s mistakes and fill the gaps, he had made other arrangements in advance.

The three gathered needed no messengers; they clearly heard everything Jiang Hua had just said.

Downstairs, Bai Ling was making breakfast. The hum of the oven drowned out all outside noise. Without servants at home, he had no choice but to cook himself. He was unaware that after the beautiful red meteor shower, outside, the world was undergoing earth-shaking changes.

Had Luo Li heard Kota’s inner monologue, she would surely mock him again. Sadly, she did not.

Haotian’s gaze was equally cold, but Zhao Yanran showed no restraint. Recently, the former had sought help from her master, so she doubted Haotian would aid Haoyuan.

Even though Hao Xiaotian was one of the top experts in Luotian City, he was extremely courteous when facing Fang Mu.

Yan Xi responded with a nod, then glanced around cautiously. Seeing no one paying attention, she lowered her voice deliberately before speaking.

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Qin Tian believed that soon, the chieftain and others would also be spiritually influenced.

Qin Tian was convinced that although such an attack might struggle to breach the fortress’s defenses, Ville would still opt to relocate to the top floor.

That was… judging by the excessively long hair swinging and the lingering scent in the air, Wu Ge frowned with contempt and disgust.

Liu Tingting was even more ruthless than I am. Too bad she’s not a man; if she were, she’d surely stomp on Geng Wenbing’s head.

If I could live another twenty years, even if I died afterward, the child would have grown up, the campus beauty wouldn’t suffer, and I could leave in peace.

Fortunately, the teacher didn’t press too hard, only gently reminding that even the king can’t skip class.

Undressing, jumping onto the bed, pulling the covers over his head, he tossed and turned twice before slipping into sleep.

Some say that Shen Shuji once told them about a ten-thousand-year-old lotus on Lingyun Mountain. Mortals who ate it could live forever, never aging. Encouraged by Shen Shuji, Chu Ziliu, eager to live forever and enjoy wealth and glory, was tempted and set off for the mountain.

The wilderness returned to quietude, the wind softened as if it had never come. The boy watching ants resumed his vigil, still in his lazy posture, still with that absorbed expression.