Chapter 135: Bribing an Insider

On a sweltering afternoon, the cicadas wailed incessantly. A woman in a trench coat walked barefoot down the road; the asphalt was hot enough to scorch anyone without shoes. Yet, she seemed oblivious to the heat, wandering helplessly, as if only by keeping in motion could she forget everything that had happened over the past two days.

"It’s all gone... everything is gone."

She murmured to herself as speeding vehicles kicked up clouds of hot dust. Yuan Yao’er was too lost in her own despair to care about the outside world; she wandered aimlessly, wondering who could possibly help her.

Because...

Watching his younger brother, who had been his companion for a millennium, lying on his deathbed, the Seventh Elder was overcome with grief, his heart shattered. Even if it were just the two of them, they might have had a chance, but with others in tow, he lacked the confidence to ensure their safety.

Hua Jinshen was her brother-in-law, and the moment they first met, she had wondered: why wasn't this man her boyfriend?

Seeing Jue Qingchang lower her head with an apologetic expression, Ran Jiumu stopped a meter away, his eyes fixed intently upon her.

After watching the game, Jiang Haoran wanted to call Cho-rong to whisper sweet nothings—mostly to hear her soft, gentle voice—but the call indicated she was out of service. Had the service been cut off?

Although Princess Qinxin had fallen into a deep, drunken sleep, she continued to moan something in her dreams.

She refused to let death get too close, and she certainly wouldn't allow herself, a summoner, to fail during a contract.

Fuxi’s voice was not loud, yet every living creature present heard him clearly. The scene fell into instant, deathly silence.

Lu Xiaoxiao was stunned. She knew her Jin was not the type to withhold medicinal pills from friends simply because she found the refining process troublesome, especially when she was perfectly capable of crafting divine-grade elixirs.

Lin Yanxi wasn't worried, as not only this mission, but nearly all of their recent ones had been devoid of any real danger.

Isabelle was horrified, but there was nothing she could do. Even if she chased after the flame projectile to intercept it, there was no time left; it was simply too close to Roy and the others.

"I asked you what we should do, don't try to be glib with me!" Liu Min said coldly, though her face turned a shade of unnatural red.

"Where do we go now? To a hotel, or back home?" Chen Junjie asked tentatively.

The moment Hua Ying saw the three children, she retracted her sword, her beautiful face clouding with gravity.

Chen Junjie unleashed one lethal technique after another—the Prison Sword, the Piercing Wood Fist, the Disdainful Divine Fist—but he remained at a disadvantage, narrowly escaping death at the hands of the two men in black several times.

Thus, Xie Ci rode with Old Man Zhao on one horse, while a second horse carried a basket containing the black dog, and they raced ahead toward the Yangzhou Yamen.

Neither of them knew much about "Brother Qiang," the local kingpin, but for the sake of their brother, they had no choice but to bite the bullet.

Yet, there was no malice in his heart; Chang'e’s beauty was so ethereal that it inspired no impure thoughts in him.

A crack appeared in the boundary. It was this tiny fissure that caused turmoil in the Dao Academy and sent tremors across the entire continent.

"If you're awake, get going. Seriously, I hope you aren't just a pretty face with no brains," Xu Ning said, casting a fleeting glance at Murong Jing’s chest.

Could it be that the Huangchi Continent had produced a fifth-level Daoist master capable of slaughtering a sixth-level opponent in just a hundred years? That was impossible. Everyone knew that reaching the Golden Core stage took at least five hundred years, and the Daoist realm generally required five thousand. To reach the fifth level of Daoism would take at least ten thousand years.

Hong Yan and Mo Yan chuckled. Seeing the murderous look in Bai Zi’s eyes, they quickly stifled their laughter and said, "We’re tired. Time for bed," before walking away together, still laughing.

The members of the Qi family standing beside the old man instantly wore dark expressions, silently mourning for this nephew they had yet to meet.