Chapter 27: A Slap Stained with Povidone-Iodine

If the Qianchuan fishing rod guarantees a full catch every time, doesn't that mean you can catch absolutely anything?

"Both of you, behave yourselves, or I’ll throw you back in again."

Little Nangong Wanyu stood on the bank, one hand on her hip and the other brandishing a stick. She looked adorably fierce as she glared at Xu Hengliang and Jiang Yao, who were standing in the water, desperate to climb out.

Xu Hengliang shrieked in frustration. "You dead fatty, you stinking pig! Let us up right now! If you don't—"

"Then why don't you just state your name and check if you're on the guest list?" Liu Xiao's mind suddenly seemed to sharpen.

To make Hanako believe he truly meant business, Qin Tianming landed a sharp slap on her damp leather jacket.

Without a doubt, the label of "the good-for-nothing young sect leader," coupled with the recent rumors, made Xiang Yunsheng the center of attention. Every eye in the room was fixed on him, even the disciples from the major factions, their gazes filled with curiosity.

His face turned pale with dread. Had he really just scolded that Jiang Ning? Did he have any hope left for his future?

The debate grew increasingly heated. Many of the employees, emboldened by their numbers, argued that if Ye Jin fired them all, who would be left to work in the factory?

Feng Manyue spent a night in the hospital, and since no abnormalities appeared, she returned home with Chi Mi, who had just finished her shift.

Looking at the construction and factories in Qingshan Village, Li Shu felt firm in his resolve, while the two elders felt a sense of unease.

A complex expression appeared on Wu Xinghuai’s face. He wiped a streak of blood from the corner of his mouth and sheathed his golden sword, drawing back the boundless sword intent that had filled the air.

The man beside him twirled his iron fan, offering snide remarks with a look of disdain in his eyes.

Huang Sa glanced at his sister. She was usually so clever; how had she suddenly become so dense?

The White-Haired Ghost King laughed maniacally, blood-red light erupting from his entire body. The surrounding ground began to tremble violently; rocks rained down from above, and deep fissures cracked open beneath their feet. Jiang Zicheng was shattered in spirit, swaying helplessly with the tremors of the earth like a leaf in water, unable to escape or even muster the strength to try.

Lin Yu had achieved his desired effect. At the very least, if they dared to return, they would have to weigh whether they were strong enough to face a formation that no longer held any ice spikes.

Liansheng was so lost in thought that he only snapped back to reality when he heard the clamor of vehicles and crowds. He slowly retreated into the shadows, as if he had never been there at all.

When Murong Chengze had been the Crown Prince of Yan, he had looked down upon him. Now, even though Great Yan was powerful, he himself was the Emperor of Great Song. Was he expected to lower his pride and beg the man for help?

Upon inquiring, Ye Feng learned that Mingxin had brought them to this rift filled with Wind-Speed Spiders solely to avoid the encroaching mist.

At this thought, Miranda shook her head vigorously. She knew that when Ave returned, he would find a living Miranda, not a dead one. The veteran mercenary, experienced in the ways of the world, saw the young man named Miranda shaking his head and immediately sensed that something was amiss.

Hearing the noise, Chen Li followed the light and saw Guo Qu sitting on a low leather stool, one foot shod in a leather shoe while the other was bare, grinning and waving a greeting.

Zejin understood the look in Tianzifeng’s eyes and tried to reach out to pat him in comfort. Unexpectedly, he raised the wrong arm—his severely injured left one—and the resulting jolt of pain made him wince and grimace, forcing him to pull his hand back in a hurry. The searing agony, however, would not fade so quickly.

Lin Yu frowned slightly. The man hadn't answered his question at all. Being around someone like this was far too dangerous, yet he didn't know who he was, why he was here, or what his true intentions were.

"I think there's still a chance for things to turn around," Nur said. "Look, the knights of the Church didn't even take our weapons, did they?"