Chapter 37: Brace Yourself for This Move (Now Available for Purchase)

"Come on, let's settle this."
"This time, I will make you eat your words."
Qin Zhan spoke first, his expression one of absolute certainty. His disdainful gaze commanded awe, confident that Boss Lu would help him secure this round.
Opposite him, Jiang Yunhe did not flinch in the slightest; he brushed off his sleeves and sneered.
"That is exactly what I wanted to say to you."
"Qin Zhan, you are finished. I look forward to you kneeling and admitting defeat."
The two men held their right hands behind their backs.
Even Zeng Qingkang, who had earned over seventy thousand by trusting Lin Ye last time, clutched his pockets tightly, unable to bring himself to place a single bet.
The way Lin Ye and Dong Wanqing addressed each other was subtle. In formal settings, they maintained a professional distance, calling each other "classmate." Lin Ye would call her Classmate Dong Wanqing, and she would address him as Classmate Lin Ye.
In fact, apart from a few sinister and solitary individuals, most of the wild spirits and monsters near Mount Mang had some level of acquaintance and interaction.
Chen Nenghui ventured deep into the green forest, his silver needles flying. He encountered countless man-eating flowers along the way. Every flower he destroyed would spit out a long, strip-shaped fruit, which he collected one by one. As he reached the depths of the forest, the sound of an infant crying echoed through the air.
The Demonic Blade, however, clearly did not behave this way. Even if it had already absorbed enough blood through the Blood-Drinking Sword, it shouldn't have reached a point of saturation after consuming only a dozen drops.
"It must be that you used some trickery to make Youyou lose. It has to be." A follower of Xia Youyou chimed in from the side. They refused to believe that the exceptional Xia Youyou could be defeated by that idiot and coward, Di Baiyu; it was simply unthinkable.
The fierce Demonic Blade, usually possessive of its territory, showed no temper at all, obediently moving to a different spot.
"Master, please accept this disciple's kowtow." Bai Yu performed the traditional, formal apprenticeship ceremony for the old man. Although the old man was a bit eccentric, Bai Yu’s masters in his previous life had treated him very well. Regardless of the old man’s flaws, Bai Yu held his masters in high regard.
Wu Fan was at the third level of the Soul Refining stage, having perfected the Soul of Love, the Soul of Anger, and the Soul of Sorrow. With these three souls perfected, his spiritual consciousness was already exceptionally strong compared to others of the same level. However, the Canglong Sword had been forged from the bones of the deity Jumang, and Wu Fan could only control a fraction of the power contained within it.
Zhao Jue caught the implication in his words. Ji Kang spoke of how long they could hold out, not whether they could defend the position, meaning he clearly understood that holding it was impossible.
"Young Master Qiao, the opponent's cultivation is too powerful. You should not face him directly, lest you get hurt," a voice advised, the tone quite timid.
The accountant was over fifty and wore a goatee. Having handled countless ledgers with great care, his hair had turned mostly white, and the wrinkles on his face were prominent. His complexion was pale, like an actor who had just stepped off the stage.
The two wind dragons collided with the twin sword screens, erupting in a thunderous roar that sent the screens swaying, nearly shattering them.
Even while dealing with ten ordinary spirits, Ye Xiaofeng sensed these two powerful auras of yin.
This time, however, when he executed the Whirlwind Slash, he did not use "Bandit's Bane," but instead relied on his own fists.
"Well, well, going against the Wild Hunt and refusing to cooperate? That’s an added crime." Jun Yemin gloated, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth as he clapped his hands and walked forward, looking at Jun Yuluo with a mocking gaze.
"That is good! Husband, please be sure to take care of your own safety. I will look after the household, so you may rest easy!" Xiahou Juan said softly.
These two bodyguards were not the same ones who had been with Chai Hao previously; they had been replaced.
"Swish!" A screen of light flashed, and He Wu was immediately teleported out, returning to the overpass. The gourd carved with the character "Shi Qi" shattered instantly.
Lou Yi’s handsome face remained unchanged, though his heart was filled with worry. Bringing a child on his first visit was indeed difficult for others to accept, but he did not want to hide anything. He would have to introduce Xinxin sooner or later, and he wanted to be open and honest; that was the only way to do right by the two elders who had raised Shu Rao through such hardship.