Volume One, Chapter 52: Using Strength Against Strength

“Jianghu trickery?” Lin Mang looked at his father with confusion.

Facing Lin Mang’s clear yet naive gaze, Lin Congnan nearly spat out a mouthful of old blood.

After taking several deep breaths to suppress the surge in his chest, Lin Congnan said bitterly, “The bottom of that pot is vinegar! The top is oil…”

The Lin family were couriers.

Since he was eighteen, Lin Congnan had traveled across the land with his father, witnessing countless strange and wondrous things.

Within the Rongguo Mansion, Lady Wang and Wang Xifeng were equally heartbroken upon hearing that the Wang family had been confiscated and stripped of their titles, and that their kin had been sent back to Jinling.

“Now we can only start with the police and ask them to help us find this carriage; otherwise, with our own strength, we absolutely cannot locate it,” said Old Wei.

Once again, I used the material of my sleeping bag as a raincoat, cutting three holes to expose my hands and head.

“If I hand him over to you, the Hidden Dragon Fourth Squad will immediately withdraw. All our previous efforts and sacrifices will be for nothing,” Simmons said.

Pero’s face flushed even deeper, anxious as an ant on a hot pan, yet stubbornly she did not beg Budd for mercy. Instead, she racked her brain to find a way out of the predicament but found none.

The Hidden Dragon team was incredibly in sync. The moment Dewey spoke, Mule immediately sensed that his injury was serious; hearing Henry’s words, he even guessed the general course of events.

Both Er Mule and Alexander had not expected Deno to unmask their identities. Their expressions changed simultaneously, and they hurriedly stood up to subdue him.

As long as Rongguo Mansion wished for the Ning and Rong second branches to remain united, they would spare no effort to help Jia Rong resolve this matter.

However, although Jia Lian’s intentions were good, Jia Zheng was unwilling. Since Rongguo Mansion’s misfortune, Jia Zheng had experienced the chilly nature of human relations and harbored deep hatred for those who flattered and fawned.

Upon hearing this, it instantly seemed that this person was so desperate to find a sister-in-law for himself that he was grasping at straws.

After a long time, the two gradually left the room. Li Shishi’s brows were slightly furrowed, her complexion somewhat pale, and her gait extremely unnatural, stumbling with every step, each marked by a frown.

In the sunlight, several sharp kunai gleamed with cold light as a nearby cloud ninja reminded Sam Yi.

“Do you really think I can’t do anything to you?” Chen Nan snorted coldly, his movements now skilled. He no longer needed to demonstrate, and he saw that this sword wheel treasure could only be fully activated by a Nascent Soul cultivator. Gong Boci’s cultivation was currently suppressed, so activating it was somewhat laborious. He decided to confront him head-on.

“Immortal Mode” activated, thunder and lightning shield engaged. Wu Yong raised his palm, grabbing Jiraiya’s right leg and violently throwing him into the ground.

“Metal-attribute spiritual spring!” Feeling the dense metal-attribute spiritual energy, he immediately recognized it. Being proficient in formations, he quickly saw that there was a formation beneath the pool, designed specifically to absorb spiritual energy. This pool of spiritual energy had gradually condensed over many years into metal-attribute spiritual energy.

Nevertheless, even so, he hoped earnestly to soon return to his biological parents’ side and live with them.

In the arena, a subtle atmosphere spread among the few. They had already realized that they were no longer in their original space but had been transported elsewhere. If it were still within a magic domain, that would be fine. But if inside a magic treasure, then they might as well prepare themselves to be refined. Unless they could break out with great strength.

Lin Fan glanced at Jared, noticing a flicker of desire in his eyes, and couldn’t help but smile faintly.

Looking up, he saw Dongfang Han sitting at the neighboring table. Upon seeing Qin Zhijie smile and nod in greeting, Master Qingxiao snorted coldly, and Qin Zhijie had to pretend not to notice.

After all, this Xu Fengcheng Lord’s strength was too profound, and with the conflicting Chenhan Academy nearby, if he exposed his identity here, he was not like Ou Fengning and the others. At that point, he would truly be a sitting duck.