Chapter 61

Looking at He Chen, who was brimming with energy, Ye Lanshan couldn't tell he looked sleepy at all. Was he really sure he wanted to go back just to sleep?

After a long while, making sure the sound of the front gate echoed, Father Zhao finally stood up. His legs felt as soft as kneaded noodles, completely devoid of strength.

At this moment, Fat Chen was also sleeping beside Chen Qian. He was snoring heavily, yet he did not bully Chen Qian in the slightest.

Gu Zhehan had not been idle over the past month or so. Knowing that Geer Jijiyuan would not heavily employ him nor grant him military command, he relaxed after sending a message to Gu An, deciding to first take a leisurely tour of Geer Jijiyuan's territory before looking for an opportunity.

They should have made off immediately after succeeding, but instead, they had been knocked unconscious and hogtied on the ground.

However, Chen Qian did not make a move because the next moment she saw clearly that he was the innkeeper. At this moment, he was holding a large lantern, and his entire body was covered in spiderwebs.

A sect like this should be renowned no matter where it was; how could he have absolutely no impression of it?

The two bit, kicked, and cursed at each other, rolling on the ground and grappling like mortal enemies whose fathers had been killed.

His plan this outing had not gone smoothly. Although Geer Yan failing to successfully marry Prince Ning made him feel somewhat better, his inability to voice his request for help from Great Wei still left him thoroughly annoyed.

Nowadays, his free time practically came only after tutoring students every night. Even on early nights, it was already eight o'clock by the time he left that place.

Hanging up the phone and returning to his chair, he lit a cigarette and swept his gaze across everyone's faces one by one. Xu Tian sat smiling and said nothing, merely smoking leisurely by himself.

However, if that divine beast were truly as miraculous as Hu Zhiyu claimed—or even half as formidable as he described—Chu Yuan wouldn't mind temporarily pretending to possess the art of beast taming.

Reaching this point, Hu Cheng took a fierce breath, then closed his eyes and said, "She was fighting with a stray dog on the street for garbage to eat."

Hua Yun Die Feng no longer possessed the majesty to drive away these onlookers and had to invoke the Qingcheng Sect, which made Hua Yun Die Feng feel utterly humiliated.

Ginger is still spicy when aged; with a string of nonsense, Old Madam Xia managed to reverse the situation.

That was the most tragic year for ancient martial arts. Not many people practiced it, and even among those who did, very few were able to awaken. Without awakening, ancient martial arts naturally could not compare to foreign superpower users.

Rat and Monkey tossed out a few miniature reconnaissance robots to act as scouts. Through the screen, it was clearly visible that it was still the two teams that had encountered them earlier, followed by six instructors.

In the near and far distance, flint flashed a few times as several torches were lit. Illuminated by the firelight, the soldiers all looked somewhat apprehensive.

"Judging by your expression, you're quite confident about the current situation?" Withdrawing his gaze from Yang Dong and fixing it back on Xu Tian, although his face remained gloomy, Ye Huan's voice was very steady. Clearly, facing everything happening before him, this seasoned veteran who had weathered countless storms simply did not take it seriously.

With the locations scattered, it meant that if he wanted to buy land, he had to negotiate with every single household. With limited manpower, if he wanted to acquire a large area of land, just talking to people would take at least two to three months to finish negotiating.

Lady Huo and Princess Naren entered the door one after the other. What she witnessed was Consort Liu, her biological mother-in-law, being despised and resented by the people in the estate, which consequently left Lady Huo unable to hold her head high within the household. As for the other impact this mother-in-law had on her, it was spoiling and indulging her husband, Qian Xuan, and even hinting that he should steal her dowry to gamble.

The General of Military Strategy was a genius mechanic; unfortunately, he didn't know how to showcase himself, and no one valued such talents. For a craftsman, even of grandmaster rank, being given a sixth-rank post in the Ministry of Works was already the highest tier.

"You..." Ye Suman was not one to be outdone, directly pouring the vegetable-washing water in her hands onto Qing Lian.

At this moment, even knowing their strength was meager, even knowing they were outmatched, even knowing it was like a mayfly shaking a tree, they no longer cared. Even if it meant being kicked out of the Royal Sword Sect, they wouldn't mind.

Mo Bingshuang's pretty face instantly turned frosty, her gaze sweeping casually around the surroundings, causing everyone nearby to involuntarily feel a trace of chill, a sensation even Nankong Rui could perceive.

Lei Bao stepped forward, his gaze sweeping across Wang Tiesha, Chi Sifang, and the innocent ordinary people.

Qin Yi glanced at the sky, knowing that eight o'clock had passed, and a wicked smile crept up the corner of his mouth.

"Your Majesty, have you heard what happened at Twin Lotus Peak?" She wanted to know whether, if Commander Ying Jie's eyes were truly covered and his ears truly stuffed, she also needed to know who was behind these actions.

Cockroaches with red, orange, yellow, and green wings emerged from every crack in the villa, under the beds, from the ceiling, inside drawers, out of toilet bowls, beside bathtubs, around wardrobes, on the kitchen floor—from literally every single place imaginable.

After failing, Hexi was teleported out of the manor and returned to the entrance. With his HP and SP reduced to 1, he drank a yellow potion and squatted back down beside Shangguan Liuming.

That stream of purple smoke proved the man's identity: one of the top lightness skills in the world, "Purple Sparrow," which originated from a secretive and powerful sect—the Dragon and Tiger Gate.

Unfortunately, before the saint medicine could fully mature, the Wind and Snow Sect perished, buried beneath a thousand years of accumulated snow. At this moment, it became Yang Jun's windfall, allowing him to absorb the medicinal qi. Ignorant of all this while reaping the benefits, Yang Jun could only praise the saint medicine as formidable while muttering a few complaints about Chai Linju's wasteful extravagance.