Chapter 56 Not Falling for Your Tricks, No Way, Not a Chance

Suppressing the anger rising in his chest, he retrieved an array disc from his storage pouch.

Jiang Wan had previously searched his storage pouch, and this array disc had not been inside it, which meant he possessed yet another storage magical treasure.

"I truly have something much more entertaining. We can play with this; you certainly have no idea what it is."

Xu Hengliang scoffed. "Hah! Isn't this just an array disc? What is so fun about an array disc? Our Myriad Array Sect has plenty of them."

Xu Hengcai smiled.

"Aside from iron chains, there is nothing down there!" Fuyou roared in renewed fury, continuing to lash out with his palms at Long Haotian.

After all, not being a poet, Chen Yuansheng felt a slight ripple of emotion before instructing the waiter to set up tables and chairs. His business had always been thriving; even on this rainy morning, it would not take long for every seat to be filled, and latecomers might even have to wait in the rain.

"Me!" Following a stern shout, a general slowly rode out from the ranks of the Yellow Turban army. He wore a lion-patterned helmet and a beast-hide belt, his face as fair as powdered jade, his lips like brushed vermilion. With a slender waist and broad shoulders, possessing a powerful voice and fierce strength, his overwhelming aura instantly made Zhang Fei's heart tighten.

Given Old Master Ying's temperament, he would undoubtedly insist on repaying a life-saving debt. If he refused, it would only weigh heavily on the old man's mind as a lingering worry. Such a favor ought to be accepted without hesitation; there was no need to agonize over it.

Perhaps in this era, meeting a celebrated figure was exceedingly rare, let alone someone of Ouyang Xiu's towering reputation. All the way to the Sha'ao Ferry, Fang Ke and the others never found an opening to interject.

"Since ancient times, gentlemen do not carry gold," Chen Ke said with a smiling cupped-hand salute. Before his voice faded, the brothers beside him stepped forward bearing generous red envelopes. According to custom, the bride could now be escorted out.

Qingjun, however, remained watchful day and night, wishing she could reach Wang County in an instant. She repeatedly asked Chen Jing, "Master, where are we now?" wearing a deeply worried expression.

Cao Cao walked over to Jiang Zhe, offered an awkward, sheepish smile, and said, "Drinking in your or my estate can never be entirely uninhibited. How can that compare to the freedom of the outside? Let us go, let us go!" With that, he nudged Jiang Zhe toward the door.

"Clang!" A spear and a saber crashed heavily against one another. The harsh sound of clashing weapons forced some of the soldiers from both armies who stood nearby to cover their ears.

Though he knew Xu Mo was merely speaking casually without any hidden meaning, these two forms of address still made Li Li inadvertently think of the alternative layer of significance they represented. A blush suffused her cheeks, but she immediately shook her head, banishing the unrealistic notion from her mind.

"I actually feel that this is also a promotion strategy. Whether genuine or feigned weakness, using this method to instantly inflate one's market value will likely cause even powerful contenders to hesitate and back down due to the exorbitant price!" A clever person analyzed the situation, deducing that this was a competitive tactic, and the reasoning was thorough and well-argued.

"In that case, there is no time to lose! The senior's immense kindness is forever etched in my heart!" Without any further hesitation, Lü Liang bowed solemnly to the old man and then plunged directly into one of the cosmic vortices, beginning his journey to find the other nine path-changers.

The car gradually drove out of City S's most prosperous district. Chu Xiu sped along the road, the scenery and pedestrians on both sides flashing backward in the rearview mirror. As he rolled down the window, a series of cool, crisp breezes swept over him, offering a rare sense of comfort and relaxation amidst the sweltering summer heat.

Chen Ting frowned slightly and glanced at the man she had set her sights on, seemingly grasping his intention. This certainly seemed like a sound deal, but would things truly go as smoothly as desired?

A long sword, glowing red like a heated iron rod, pierced the old man's body from behind the wheelchair. The tip of the blade protruded from his chest, billowing with intense heat.

Although a few powerhouses of the Ancestral Realm had mastered the Non-Dragon Heart Sutra, they still felt not the slightest gratitude toward Gushensha, and even intended to use the Non-Dragon Heart Sutra to suppress Gushensha, its creator.

Just as Qin Wan and Han Zhongxin were debating whether to retreat or press forward, Han Gang and his strategists at the Xinkou Fortress also received this urgent military intelligence.