Chapter 117: An Ordinary Day

During the time Qiao Jia was away from the small town, the vampires breached another city stronghold of the Blood Clan.

As the person in charge of finances, Su Xiaoran could now calmly treat ninth-rank crystals as if they were nothing. The figures she handled every day were simply too astronomical.

It was also during this absence of Qiao Jia that Su Xiaoran discovered the town mayor actually had ties to the vampire race. It wasn't just a case of the town employing vampires, but rather a direct collaboration.

With a loud bang, the middle-aged man was sent flying. Seeing this, everyone was stunned. What was going on?

Over the past decade, the Huaxia nation’s technological prowess had advanced by leaps and bounds, showing signs of surpassing both other major powers in space exploration.

"As for Houston..." Zhao Kang suddenly thought of something, then burst into hearty laughter.

"Very well, my thanks to you both," Zhang Cuishan nodded in response. Immediately, Old Seven and Old Eight took to the air, flying back in the direction they had come from.

Just then, Director Zhao stealthily approached, intending to slip a card into Yang Ming’s pocket, but Yang Ming blocked the gesture without changing his expression.

Could it be a strategy like the "Tian Ji Horse Racing" method? Pitting inferior horses against superior ones? Dou Xinyuan suddenly considered this possibility, and the more he thought about it, the more plausible it seemed.

However, the people of Luocheng dared not act against him, and anything he did outside was reported to Luoliana.

Unfortunately, plans often go awry. The three fortifications were not manned by fools; they were not green recruits who didn't know how to fire a gun, but well-trained soldiers. No sooner had the bunker been blown up than the three fortifications began firing wildly, whistling as they shot, and simultaneously launching signal flares into the sky.

The atmosphere tightened. Wang Yuan pricked up his ears and happened to hear this sentence. It seemed this man was the cousin of the girl named Ye Ting. To think a cousin would dare to strike his own cousin—what kind of situation was this?

At that moment, Wu Fan received a call from Huang Shuigen saying he had arrived at the entrance of the village and asking where he should park. Wu Fan told him to drive to the school gate, as parking was convenient there.

The black energy surrounding her resonated with the black sphere above. The Lich, like an envoy of this dark world, looked triumphant. But her triumph lasted only a few seconds.

Physical combat was not his strength; the Nine-Headed Lion knew this very well. His true power lay in his dharma eye and the monstrous magical energy within. To win, he had to suppress the White Tiger Beast through sheer magical power and supernatural arts.

"Senior brother! Why do I have the feeling that we are being watched?" Cao Guojiu whispered to Lan Caihe.

As for the specific conversation, since it had been quite a while and there was much anger involved at the time, the relative did not remember it very clearly. He only recalled that in the other party's cursing, the phrase "taking money without doing the work" was repeated over and over.

There was one rule that had to be obeyed when training inside the Sword Tomb: one could only use swordsmanship to attack, and no other supernatural arts were permitted. If one used other techniques against the sword-slave puppets, it would trigger even greater combat power in them, leaving the trainee trapped in a dead end.

Meanwhile, I couldn't help but wonder to myself: could this pervert, Evil Desire, be mistaking me for someone like him? Could he think I’m gay? Otherwise, why would he threaten me like this?

The Master of the Ninth Hall shook his head as the aura of death surged all around. The other hall masters had indeed arrived, bringing with them the Hell of Blades, transforming into countless sharp edges as they charged.

Gao Zhi grunted in response. If the other party truly had someone to save, he might consider searching for the "Seven-Star Life-Sustaining Ginseng"; otherwise, he wouldn't bother at all. After all, the places within the Primordial Dao Arena were not to be trifled with. The other party was merely looking at some records, after all.

"If he isn't by your side when you're sick, then I'd rather not have a boyfriend like that," Ling Ling said.

"Over a thousand years ago, in the Nine Provinces Empire of the Central Plains, it was rumored that the underground imperial tomb of the Ancient Emperor had emerged. The holy sects and noble families from the Eastern Marshes, Southern Wilds, Western Plains, and Northern Deserts all swarmed toward the Central Plains. Do you remember? The nine black tripods brought out by the Nine Provinces Empire at that time?" Xu Huaxian asked again.