Volume 1, Chapter 22: Ling Wei

"That is not what I meant," Shang Yinqiong said, amused by her reaction. "I simply believe that money must have a reliable source."

Ling Yu leaned in cautiously, looking suspicious. "Young Miss, are you implying that you intend to enter business?"

"Why? Is there something wrong with being a merchant?" Shang Yinqiong lightly flicked the tip of Ling Yu’s nose. In terms of age, Ling Yu was two or three years her junior, but years of martial arts training gave her a presence and physical maturity beyond her peers.

Ling Yu wrinkled her nose, looking utterly innocent. "Young Miss, it’s not that it’s inherently wrong, but since ancient times, the social order has been scholars, farmers, artisans, and merchants. The status of a merchant is not exactly prestigious."

"Oh?" Shang Yinqiong began...

The rapid, gentle swaying of the vehicle, combined with the warmth inside, gradually lulled Long Yihuan’s nerves into a state of slumber. Fragmented dreams escaped the box of her memories, overlapping into bizarre images.

As for the people around Chen Yao, their eyes lit up the moment they heard her mention a spatial ability user.

There were far too many oddities; they would find out in time. It was better to get some rest; after all, cutting leaves for so long had been exhausting.

Consequently, Lin Jiachun’s father handed the dart to her. When she saw it, she was stunned, unable to believe that the weapon was now in her hands—a dart taken from a dead man.

The two old men had not expected this young man to call them hooligans. Their faces darkened instantly. Abandoning their coordinated attack, they immediately shifted tactics and drew their respective weapons: one, a pair of short, double-edged blades; the other, an opium pipe.

However, according to Lei Tian’s understanding, there were only four Venerable God-tier instructors in the academy, and only one Mighty-tier instructor.

"Wuteng Delong? What kind of hellish name is that? Is he Japanese?" Feng Liuzi cursed.

It felt as though their souls had been swapped; it was as if Zhang Shiqi was now inhabiting Chen Shaoming’s body, and Chen Shaoming was in Zhang Shiqi’s.

"There’s nothing 'wrong' with it. It’s settled. I’m going for a stroll..." With that, Feng Liuzi strode out of the hall.

He had barely reached the corridor when Tao Xiaoyan appeared like a shadow, tugging at his sleeve. With a light, tinkling laugh, she used a fragrant tissue to gently wipe the sweat from his brow.

Naturally, the Lord of Destruction could not possibly kill the Ghost King. The moment he moved, Ling Aotian and his two clones, who had already fled into the distance, reappeared before him.

During the expedition to Yongzhou, Qin Fang hadn't even known who his deputy generals were, a fact that still troubled him to this day.

With a thought, a sword with a pale blue hilt and a blade shimmering with white light emerged from his storage pouch.

She had never imagined that the boy, who was about to become her boss, would be so approachable as to come and pick her up personally.

Upon entering the bedroom, Ouyang Luo sat on the bed, flipping through a magazine with feigned indifference. Su Man could easily see that his mind was elsewhere.

If she was such a disaster, why did he insist on keeping her by his side, time and time again?

In the Tianhu District alone, a Qi-Refining Level 6 talisman master had once used a barrage of spirit talismans to crush a genius cultivator at Level 9, simply because the Level 6 cultivator had possessed enough talismans at the time.

After all, she wasn't some freak like Master Li; her recovery speed was already quite impressive for an ordinary person.

"Alright, I'll be waiting for you!" Hearing Li Qingyuan say he would come to look at the preview images with her, Caroline, who had been feeling stifled, immediately beamed, her voice filled with delight.

But do not forget, the law itself is merely a tool used by the ruling class to suppress the ruled. As long as you have enough power, you can toy with it as you please.

As he spoke, Shen Na turned sideways, peeled off the paper charms still stuck to his back, and shook them in his hand at Yecang and Kakuzu.

"You said earlier that I was strange. I am strange, but not because I look like a eunuch. Have you ever seen a real eunuch? Do you know that castrated men always carry an indescribable scent, especially at your age?" Chu Zheng raised an eyebrow and sneered.

Zhu Houzhao roared at the top of his gravelly voice, "Enough talk! Let’s fight!" The soldiers of the land and water battalion, the guards, and the veterans all tightened their grips on their weapons. Though his voice was unpleasant, his words were highly morale-boosting.

Luo Zhiyong looked at Fang Pingying, almost blurting out his plans, but the words died on his lips at the last moment.

Crack! A muffled rumble of thunder shook the air, and a flash of lightning illuminated the scene inside the room for a split second.

As for whether that child and Princess Rongning lived or died, perhaps he hadn't cared at all; he had simply incited the Du family and left it at that.

I never thought Ma Yaoyao could be so cold-blooded and heartless. Clenching my fists, I wanted to kick the door down, but in the end, I held back.

Before long, the fleet arrived at the rendezvous point with the land and water battalion. Although Zhu Houwei’s kerosene lamps were already being sold in Jiangnan, they were not yet widely used on ships. The battalion’s vessels, however, were well-equipped. Under the pale moonlight, the golden light of the lamps was not obscured; instead, it created a unique, haunting beauty.

The clouds connected to the tornado were also stirred by the rapidly expanding vortex, and flickering lightning could be dimly seen within the swirling, pressurized clouds.

Xu Yichen and his group fought their way toward the school gate without encountering any major resistance. Zombies crawled continuously from the ground; it was clear that the system was spawning monsters this way in the later stages.

By now, Number Ten was ignited by a feverish battle intent, his nostrils flaring as he exhaled rough breaths.

"Some people are not worth saving," Xu Yichen muttered coldly after reaching his destination and checking the system time.

"Oh, I see!" Master Heng Lian laughed. "This humble monk—haha, this humble monk... Brother, why are you laughing again?" Looking at the honest-looking Master Heng Lian wearing a Taoist robe with a shaven head, switching between calling himself "this humble Taoist" and "this humble monk," Yang Jiao found the sight so ridiculous that he couldn't help but laugh a few more times.