Chapter 86: Deliberately Falling Into the Trap

“There will still be a reward.”

“I don’t want it, Uncle Tingye. I just want to rest at home for a couple of days, is that alright?” The girl wrinkled her delicate nose and pleaded softly, her eyes filled with strong resistance to the matter.

Mu Tingye glanced down at her, his voice deep and magnetic, “Alright.”

The next day.

Lin Yuexin, dark circles under her eyes, stood before the mirror with a manic expression, staring twistedly at the contact displayed on her phone—Wei Jiujiu.

So what if Mo Ziyuan had discovered something? He had no proof now; before he found out the truth, she could use his influence to get rid of Jiujiu.

Hmph, she refused to believe that something so sullied...

How could the one-armed man possibly escape? The old monk knocked him out with a single sweep of his sleeve, his body pressed tightly against the wall before collapsing limply to the floor.

If he hadn’t realized it by now, he must be a fool—the person whose leg she broke yesterday was nothing but a lecherous fraud.

He wiped thick phlegm from his face, his tiger eyes blazing with fury as he clenched his fists and charged straight toward Zuo Lei.

Just as he had once dealt with the corpse-rising An Qiye, these two pots of bamboo, each less than two feet tall, suddenly grew wildly to nearly three meters high. The frantic dancing of their leaves left Chu Yang utterly dumbfounded.

“Then, please take me to find my young master.” Cheng En had followed Cheng Yi for so long, entering examinations, traveling to Xifan; his young master always knew the meaning of restraint, and would never get drunk in someone else's home.

If Xia Zheng cannot stand above all the young generation in the Four Realms, then there’s no point in even considering surviving the Dao Spirit Tablet rankings.

“It’s settled then!” Night Eagle’s eyes grew passionate, he nodded and closed the door behind him.

“Hmph, who’s causing a ruckus here, disturbing our cultivation?” One disciple spoke coldly.

A fist swung out, and in the next moment, Xia Hengzhou, clutching his hand, leaped about, wailing like a ghost.

Atop the garbage bin lay a head, blackened and decayed, no longer human, but Li Nan could see clearly, and rushed over immediately.

Gao Haotian took her to a private farm at the foot of a mountain, sprawling far and wide. After driving through the gate, the car followed the mountain road for nearly twenty more minutes before they saw a cluster of houses built against the slope. The car stopped in front of the middle row. “We’re here,” Gao Haotian called her out of the car.

“You... you... you actually killed someone from our Purple Gold Sect? Aren’t you afraid to die?” The two remaining cultivators stammered threats at Mu Xifeng. No one in Sage King City dared provoke the Purple Gold Sect, and suddenly someone tough appeared—they were truly stunned.

It was already late; even if I wanted to go back for clothes, it would be impossible. I could only comfort myself with the spirit of A Q, thinking, “How could a living person possibly freeze to death? Worst case, I’ll buy clothes when I get to Huangshan!” With that thought, I finally felt at ease and flagged down a taxi.

But this trip to Beijing settled a lingering matter in my heart, and what made me happiest was seeing my sister. When I took the ring Beizi Pig left for me from her hand, my tears flowed again without warning.

What else could he do now? He could only cooperate, there was no other path.

A white-haired elder descended from the military airship, his ancient, old-fashioned robe billowing in the wind, his spirit excellent, but anyone could see the worry etched across his face.

Cang Yuan saw Ling Yuqing arrive and finally breathed a sigh of relief; he really was a bit concerned about Ling Yuqing’s poison.

“We must succeed.” At that moment, Gu Yu had only one thought: to save the woman he loved, for his body might not be able to endure much longer.

Because he couldn’t sign a contract, his time at the youth training camp was brief, but he learned a great deal. He was grateful for the organization’s guidance, and thankful to the editors and instructors who dedicated themselves tirelessly to the camp.

“There are two ways. First, wait. Once my Eastern Sea hawks breed, I can get one for each of you. Second, you find your own Eastern Sea hawk, and I’ll help you train it,” Zhuang Yi explained.