Chapter 111: Qingping Seeks the Way, Teacher, Please Teach Me

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Hearing Li Zhi’s words, Wang Haoming realized he had misunderstood. Seven or eight hundred thousand yuan was actually worth considering. After all, once the Mastiff Park was built, having one less vehicle would indeed be inconvenient; by then, even a single car might not suffice.

“Sigh, no wonder... I never imagined the police station to be so filthy and corrupt,” Wang’s father muttered with a heavy sigh, lamenting the pressures this unfair society had imposed upon him. He then lit a cigarette, as if only the smoke could revive his spirits and keep him from drowning in despair.

Zhou Zekai reached over and held Ling Yaya’s hand, unable to help but glance at his wife’s belly. It wasn’t exactly a visible baby bump yet—mostly just because she was bundled up against the cold.

After hanging up the phone, Zhou Zekai stared at his screen with a sudden, inexplicable frustration. The other party was a good girl, yet he still had to hurt her. That feeling weighed heavily on his mood.

The man himself was hardly convinced—how could just having the Jin family patriarch eat a plate of dumplings yield a fifty-million-yuan reward? He had expected to return empty-handed, so he turned back, disbelief etched on his face as he looked at the middle-aged man.

Was it that the father basked in the son’s glory to become the empire’s second most powerful figure? Or the son relied on the father’s influence to achieve that extraordinary feat? The public had many differing opinions.

Wang Sheng and Jiang He were now the palace chefs here, enjoying high pay but facing many demands. Their boss, the strict Su Zhenghe, allowed no complaints. Moreover, their families had all been relocated to Haikou by Su Zhenghe—a form of soft captivity.

He had come to terms with it: if she didn’t like him, it was fine. Even stone can be worn through by dripping water; with enough time, even his cold heart could be warmed.

Xiaoyu heard the faint creak of the wooden steps beneath her feet, her hand firmly grasped by Xuan Shao. Though her vision was blurry, she had no fear of misstepping.

She no longer knew whether Gaokun had brought her to Babei West Street, or perhaps to the Gaofu residence adjacent to the former Prime Minister’s mansion.

Besides, she had uncovered some information by now; these people were no longer useful. Wrongdoers must be punished, and no one could escape the law’s judgment.

A large coat was draped over her hips, shielding her from the wind, providing warmth, and sparing her the embarrassment of her damp skirt revealing too much.

In her previous life, she had attended the Spiritual Cultivation Conference with only foundational cultivation, so she was assigned a relatively remote area and remained unaffected by the ensuing turmoil. It was only afterward that she learned of the massive chaos the conference had caused.

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“Sorry, I’m not older than you, so I can’t be your big brother,” Shen Fengnian said lightly after staring at Chu Linghan for a long moment.

At last, the renovation was complete, with a grand opening scheduled for September 28. On the night before, two hundred square meters of ceiling still needed to be installed. They worked through the night, lights blazing, working overtime. By eight in the morning, workers were still eagerly plastering the freshly renovated ceiling. By 9:58 a.m., the store had to be cleaned, displayed, and ready to open on time.

After the Lunar New Year, they tallied the accounts. This time, their self-operated dried fruit business earned over ten thousand yuan, much to the leader’s delight. It was a fresh start to the year, new people, new atmosphere—a propitious beginning.

The carriages were prepared. Mo Wu boarded one himself, while Baili Xu and his mother took another in the rear.

This was a one-time-use item, but its value was not insignificant—far better than the worthless bone they had previously drawn, which could only grant buffs to allied forces.

“Teacher, if classmate Ye Wuhen has no objections, I won’t say more,” Lin Xueyao said with a slightly cold expression, also displeased with Teacher Nalan’s actions.

Most students adopted a spectator’s attitude, unwilling to jump into the fray.

Regarding the tomb keeper, Xu Huai had both seen and not seen him. This man possessed an extremely clever concealment technique; even when Xu Huai was being sent into the Infinite Realm, he never clearly saw the keeper’s face.

Soon after, members of the Shen family entered one after another, not waiting for Lin Feng and the others to speak, disregarding the host’s willingness, and simply occupied chairs.

They seemed wary of Qiao Feng. The generals present immediately retreated sharply upon seeing him.

That day, a tremendously fierce and ruthless aura emanated from the Water Curtain Cave. It was overwhelmingly strong, surpassing ordinary Great Dao Golden Immortals, causing the monkeys and their descendants on Huaguo Mountain to panic, widening their eyes nervously as they peered toward the cave’s interior.

Luo Chen had already suffered great depletion and would not pose a threat to Xing Kun for some time, so Xing Kun focused all attacks on Gusu City.

Using Ji Xuan’s eyesight, no passage was found here. The tiger spirit asked about a route, initially stunned. Upon recognizing Ji Xuan, several questions arose: How did he enter? What was his purpose? And how would he leave?

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Indeed, a newly initiated martial artist, a mere novice spiritual cultivator, compared to a Martial God Palace filled with countless experts, was like striking a rock with an egg.

The cultivator, infused by the Death God’s phantom, mechanically lifted his head as if bewitched. Drawing his hand covered in fresh blood and fragments of a heart, he let out a low roar, a beast-like howl, and immediately lunged again at the surrounding cultivators.

News of this spread. Once confirmed, countless humans rejoiced wildly, reverently calling Confucius the Sage.

He struck with measured force; that punch to Tang Zheng’s abdomen would cause agonizing spasms in all his internal organs.

The Underworld’s premier war god and demon-subduing celestial master had even taken to using WeChat, with a profile picture of himself lying on a hospital bed—are you not afraid?

Back upstairs, the fat man was gasping heavily, quickly opening the door to help Xia Yi remove her clothes, revealing a finger-long wound smeared with blood. His round face turned pale with fright, and his hands trembled as he applied medicine.

Xia Yi came to her senses, glanced down at it. Gobu raised a finger, pointing westward, jumping excitedly, his reaction quite intense.

Sheng Mingzhu was caught off guard by Xuanyuan Yi’s arrival. Xuanyuan Yi rarely appeared openly during the day at the Empress Dowager’s palace. The past few days at the Anjie King’s mansion were the most peaceful they had experienced.

She hadn’t expected Yang Changyun to attempt to kill her. Now with no reservations, if she could take that man’s life today, it would resolve a critical issue for Fanghua. The two present encouraged each other in their confrontation.

Sang Ruo cast her gaze over the remaining unabsorbed light points—spoils obtained after killing an eyeball monster.