Chapter 120: Selfishness

Gu Min instinctively took two steps back and looked up at Gu Zhuo ahead. That face was far too familiar—nearly forty years of seeing it, she almost believed it was her own. Yet in this moment, gazing into those calm yet sharp eyes, a strange sense of panic welled up within her.

“You…” she swallowed hard. “What are you saying? I don’t understand.”

Pretending to be confused was, of course, the best choice at this moment.

It turned out that everything the master had done was meant to demonstrate the true profundity of the Haotian Sword Technique. The real essence of the Haotian Sword Technique lay in the vast righteous spirit. With the sword wielded by a gentleman’s integrity, it could sever evil and dispel impurity, like a white lotus blooming pure in the world. I understand now, master. Your disciple understands everything.

In the morning, we took a break to adjust our condition, occasionally studying tactics. Since SSL didn’t arrange our scrimmage, they came to the venue to cheer us on and met us in the lounge.

Like grasping at a last straw for salvation, the exhausted Fu Tianze hurriedly dialed Mo Ran’s number. After three rings, the call was answered.

Jing Peng glanced at Long Tian. He knew the value of an immortal-grade potion, and Long Tian had casually handed him one. It seemed he truly intended to help.

My heart was uneasy; I still felt I knew too little about the “Shen Family Treasure.” Even if I could help them find it, I had to understand what it really was first.

Gao Yingjie’s face darkened. The formidable members of the Yin-Yang Cult were all in Shuiyuan City. He hadn’t anticipated that Yaoxuan would discover his location.

Speaking of Hou Chunbao, he was reasonably kind to Jing Jian. If trouble arose, Jing Jian might lend a hand. But his friends, classmates, or superiors? Who knew them? You can’t become a doormat out of kindness.

The car sped along the coastal highway, headlights streaming past like shooting stars. Yachts adorned with colorful lights floated on the sea, faint laughter drifting from them—a night of intoxicating Los Angeles.

So when we pulled out the second tower and entered the highland tower, I placed my demon spirit beneath it. If anyone approached, they would inevitably be drained by me.

“If we help you obtain the Shen Family Treasure, what will you do with it?” I asked quietly.

“You are the envoy of the Flying Fox Legion. What’s the situation in Hexi County now, and why have you come?” the emperor asked anxiously.

“Those bastards!” the stout old man spat angrily. In his mind, everyone was just copying his strategies.

“Fenfu, haven’t I told you not to hold back? Why did you hesitate this time?” the Sand Ninja Anbu captain scolded Fenfu. Even though Fenfu was a Jinchuriki and perhaps stronger than himself, the captain still looked down on him arrogantly.

Similarly, Tsunade, Minato Namikaze, the White Snake Sage, and the Slug Sage watched curiously as Shimura Yo and the Great Toad Sage fought.

“Wretched one, all worldly pleasures are like skeletons. Where has your Buddhist cultivation gone all these years?” The old monk looked heartbroken and anguished.

It was only after gaining Zhang Long and Zhao Hu’s approval that he realized there were such wonderful things as “golden tickets” in this world.

First came A Gui, then the Wild Lion, followed by Yun Xiang, Dao Lang, Diglett, Sun Fei, and Steel Hammer. Seven Star Sea experts took turns entering the fray, fully unleashing Bi Yu’s talents.

Clearly, Silver Mask ignored Yi’s displeasure and treated her like a passing cloud, smiling.

A lion’s roar shook the mountains, mingled with eagle cries and long howls. The sonic and spiritual attacks surged forth, rescuing A Gui while scattering the blood demon corpses.

If I want to sleep peacefully here, the first step is to devise a way to place several trigger spells on the ring.