Chapter Thirty-Four: Money, Money, Money—Is That All You Ever Think About?

At the Yucheng Military Region, Qin Wangyuan emerged from the confinement cell to find Shi Yongmeng leaning against the wall. He hurried over to him.

"Old Shi, I’ve been in that cell for so long—what was it even for? I followed my orders strictly during the mission. What mistake did I possibly make?"

"How would I know? You just need to understand that these are orders from above. Besides, you should know in your heart what you did wrong. Why ask me?"

"Oh, I thought you wanted to buy it, so I asked. I didn't realize you were just curious!" Lin Jiachun’s father said, speechless.

Fang Qingzhuo smiled faintly. "Ling Tian told me about the situation that day, and the relationship between you two. I never expected my Yue to be able to attract such an outstanding man." The latter part of her sentence carried a teasing tone.

Taibai simply pressed down on Su Qingyi, refusing to budge, even letting his lecherous claws slip into the seams of her clothing.

"Haha, alright, stop flattering me. You and Jiachun should head back to your seats!" Lin Jiachun’s father said with a goofy smile.

"We’d better have Apiao come back." Mu Youhan had always placed great faith in Ouyang Pengcheng’s instincts. In the blink of an eye, Apiao dragged its long tail back and landed on Ouyang Pengcheng’s shoulder, gesturing indignantly and chirping incessantly.

"Li Yaojie, you are too good to me, giving me the very last chicken leg! Tee-hee!" Lin Jiachun said with a smile.

Although Provanov had been locked in a standoff with Tang Haodong, the circumstances for the two were completely different. Provanov had to remain mindful of the ongoing battle, while Tang Haodong sought only to capture him alive; each side, it could be said, had their own reservations.

Looking through his scope, Xiao Qinghu immediately realized the situation. All he could do now was leave at once and shift toward the outer edge of the encirclement.

Qin Feng glared at her, but in the end, he didn't tell her to carry a suitcase herself; he still possessed a gentlemanly demeanor at times.

Mo Shi dodged repeatedly, and I parried time and again, yet there was no clear winner. In the end, who would truly be the champion?

The others had also guessed that Long Xingyu was a dual-element or even multi-element spirit wielder. The looks they cast toward him changed instantly. Before this contest reached its conclusion, no one had favored Long Xingyu, but he had single-handedly used his own strength to create an outcome that no one could believe.

Before he could finish his sentence, Mu Qingyang felt a shadow flash before his eyes. A split second later, a palm carrying fierce force slammed into his face.

"Soon, you will encounter two unexpected people." The young master kept them in suspense before his figure vanished into the void.

"Very well, the Head of the Penalty Hall shall take him back at once to receive his punishment." Perfected Master Jixuan truly possessed excellent acting skills; having put on a sufficient show, he sought to take the man away immediately.

As it turned out, Yang Sha lived nearby. In the middle of the night, she heard the roar of a car engine by the well, waited for a moment, and then sneaked in after them.

"The Four Great Dragon Clans? The most powerful of all the demi-human races?" The expression on Zhou Youcai’s face had shifted to one of despair.

Seeing that the Earth Owl had actually chosen to flee, Yun Xuan grew even more puzzled. That fellow had claimed he was coming to intercept them, yet he would rather run away than strike—it was truly bizarre.

"Are you cold? I’ll go start a fire for you right now." An Qiqi unzipped her backpack. Fortunately, it was waterproof, and the contents were not soaked. She hurriedly pulled out her phone and dialed Han Fei’s number.

Our young master was no stranger to this net; it was none other than the magic treasure of Master Jinguang, the Fragrance-Capturing Net. One need only hear that suggestive name to know exactly why Master Jinguang had forged such a tool.

Time slipped away, and it took a full day and night for Ling Zun’s soul to be completely restored. The soul that had once been reduced to half was now whole once again.