Chapter 25: No Merchant Without Guile—Time to Rake in the Money, Time to Rake in the Money

The old sect leader cast a glance at the man. "Only Meiwan understands the movements of the Cold Ice Sword. Even if we failed this time, do you truly believe you are capable of handling this mission better? Or perhaps, are you questioning my abilities?" The old sect leader narrowed his eyes as he watched the man.

Because cultivators of the Heavenly and Earthly Rankings are so rare, arenas are rarely established to measure their strength.

After seeing all this, Hua Qingyi suddenly wondered when Feng Xuan would arrive in Jiangnan, and if he would even come at all.

Yun Mo’s brow remained furrowed after returning to his seat. Yi Hanxuan was gone; to be precise, he had left with Lin Meiwan.

"Isn't that exactly what you are thinking, My Lady?" Huye asked with a faint smirk. This earned her a knock on the head from Murong Zhi. "Do not test me." Murong Zhi and Huye had been friends for many years, and being probed like this made her feel very uncomfortable.

Upon receiving Li Ziyuan’s orders, Wang Changfeng did not hesitate for a moment, immediately leading a squad toward the designated direction. Watching Wang Changfeng’s back disappear along the mountain path, Li Ziyuan hesitated for a moment before taking his binoculars and climbing to the high ground.

Calet looked at his tense expression, not understanding what had just happened. In Deimos's eyes, her bewildered expression was unexpectedly charming.

Tea is a rare beverage on the Southern Barbarian Continent, so scarce that ordinary people have never even heard of it. The soil of the Southern Barbarian Continent is simply unsuitable for growing tea; all supplies are imported from outside the continent and are only found in the homes of royalty and nobility.

The words left everyone in the room startled; they had not expected the talisman water to have such an effect. Although Ye Xiuming had sensed that the talisman water was beneficial for healing, it was based on his own personal experience. Tang Xin'er was even harder to surprise, as she was already in robust health and felt nothing from the water.

"So you have decided to stay with me for a while longer?" Kong Ting asked, looking at Jiang Yan.

Old Master Chang had been sitting in the northwest corner of the plaza, his heart heavy with worry for his precious child. Yet, now that the child had successfully entered the Land of the Extreme, there was nothing more he could do regardless of his worry. Hearing Dugu Chunyu’s words, the old man found them hard to believe.

However, amidst the fierce battle between Mu Fengye and Wu, the power supply at the Dragon Bone and Red Spellmaster base suffered from powerful energy interference. Work had come to a complete halt, and the entire headquarters fell into a deathly silence.

Despite the suppressing fire, the number of Hidden Children was simply too great. Many mercenaries still died under their claws, and some even dove into the river to overturn our rafts.

Before Ye Zhuo could react, and before the second wave of divine thunder could even emerge from his Wind-Thunder Wings, the flood dragon that had swallowed the lightning was already upon him. With a massive inhalation, Ye Zhuo was powerless to resist; he was sucked from the square stone platform and swallowed whole by the dragon.

However, he knew it was not yet time to consume the Essence-Condensing Pill. He took a deep breath, allowing his emotions to slowly settle.

This made Yun Yu abandon his idea of taking a shortcut—planning to collect the items and spend time cutting and distributing them after the three returned.

The moment Lei Liang’s body touched the ground, several red sleeves chased after him, shattering the wooden planks and leaving him nowhere to land. If this continued, Lei Liang would exhaust his strength.

Seeing his spell blocked by Mu Fengye, Wu felt slightly surprised, but he did not believe the youth before him was worthy of being his opponent. He refused to acknowledge this immature power.

"Yes, yes, yes! We are the lost Tomb-Guarding Lieutenants," the fat man said, preempting me because he knew me well and feared I would let something slip.

At this moment, he felt a raging fire burning within his body, providing him with a constant stream of energy.

When Su Zimo heard Su Xi'er’s first few sentences, he felt a sense of relief, but upon hearing her innocent remarks, he naturally understood why she did not want to grow up.

He then tapped his hands repeatedly upon the surface, before suddenly pointing at the bulges within the ripples. Several threads of light emerged from the tip of the awl, quickly landing on the spots where the bulges appeared before the Night Blade could destroy them.

Su Zimo nodded, picked up a hoe, and ran outside. Zhang Yao, who was standing by, thought for a moment and, having nothing better to do, followed him out.

Looking at the surrounding decor, Duan Qiu estimated that this was once a residential area, and that venturing deeper would lead to facilities similar to military installations, followed by the two castles in the center.

Through Liu Tian’s observation, this martial arts cushion was likely the highest-ranked technique here, but it was only a guess; he lacked the ability to confirm it, which prompted his question.

A sword comes from the west, a thousand arches aligned, demonic shadows crisscrossing: Ask, the bright mirror is not a stand, the Bodhi is not a tree; if the realm arises from the heart, can it be discerned clearly?

Cultivators love to probe the origins of others, but since they do not want to rely on spells or supernatural powers, they mostly just ask directly.

And now, these figures, whose mere footsteps could shake the Jianghu and the capital, were sitting idly, waiting for the arrival of Young Master Long.

"This should be something like an eggshell. The Corpse King must have absorbed the energy of the raw necrotic crystal ore and formed a spherical evolutionary egg, allowing it to evolve into its current state," Zi said, pointing to some white, shell-like substances on the ground.

Can you imagine what it feels like to be stared at intently by two eighty-year-old grandfathers in succession?