Chapter 102: Third Master, How About a Ride?

Shen Liangyan’s car followed closely behind her.

He had just offered to accompany Tang Yan for a while, but she immediately refused, summing it up with:

“You’ve made me angry. Don’t bother me unless it’s necessary.”

Shen Liangyan understood that Tang Yan was not the type to be overly warm-hearted. Having weathered the ups and downs of the business world for years, she wasn’t one to crumble under a joke. Her anger was feigned; what she truly feared was being misunderstood by that particular person.

Yet, such kindness was unnecessary.

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But Sun Yang was disappointed. When he stepped out of the left ear chamber, both the photos taken by his phone and the coordinates it tracked showed that he was still within the second main tomb chamber.

At that moment, the Stan alien spoke. The moment he did, Laoda was stunned—not because he spoke in Stan language, but because he spoke in a language Laoda least expected: Earth’s ancient Huaxia tongue. Moreover, it sounded like an archaic form of the language.

Fan Zhong took a long gulp of wine, then rose from the table and returned to his reclining chair. Closing his eyes, he drifted into a dreamlike reverie.

The thunder tribulation had lasted an entire day and night, which was highly unusual. Yet, no matter how illogical it seemed, Liao Zhusheng had endured it.

The two who had been eliminated earlier did not expect an unexpected challenger to emerge midway. Li Xuanmo’s words undoubtedly shattered their hopes, leaving them to cast a resentful glance at the indifferent Li Xuanmo, unsure of what he was thinking.

Shortly after, Feng Youyou announced the latest news: Lan Chong, a body refining stage disciple, had issued a challenge in the sword apprentice arena. He was offering a prize of one million and demanded an arm-wrestling match—a pure test of raw strength.

The five three-headed, six-armed stone statues also understood that this was no time to compete for the jade pendant. So, they heeded Jiang Kang’s words.

Chu Yuntian sneered disdainfully, his figure suddenly growing imposing. Tiger-like fur sprouted on his face, his claws sharpening. At that moment, he resembled a fierce and savage tiger.

Before the Ninth Prince demonstrated his extraordinary strength—transforming from a super weakling unable to break through the second-tier warrior realm into a peerless genius—who among them hadn’t looked down on him? Who hadn’t despised the Ninth Prince?

This was precisely the Flowing Shadow Step! While teaching the Wind God Sword Technique, Lan Chong also imparted the Flowing Shadow Step without reservation.

Since it was the first time distributing funds, Xiao Yi felt it necessary to do so personally to make a deeper impression and to observe who might be suitable for managerial roles.

The group at the table on the left was discussing something interesting. Their expressions revealed the gravity of the matter. It was undoubtedly a major family; otherwise, it wouldn’t warrant so much attention.

After all, the strongest in Tianjing City was the head of the Xing family, a soul master of level 40, which established the Xings as the city’s rulers and the Xingtian Mercenary Group as its most formidable mercenaries.

One unleashed the Samadhi True Fire, while the other countered with the Solar Immortal Flame. Their battle was evenly matched.

Seven was secretive about his identity and background. Knowing he had this mission, how could he afford to be careless?

The night passed like this. Xiao Yi didn’t even realize when he had fallen asleep. When he opened his eyes, Yaya was glaring at him angrily.

In the past, whether she lived or died was of no concern; if she didn’t die, he wouldn’t bother. But now was different—Wu Heng was with her.

Su Miyu watched Shen Moran finish eating, her heart warming. She began feeding him bite by bite. Shen Moran cooperated fully, eating everything she offered without hesitation.

Seeing Su Miyu obediently go to sleep, Shen Moran nodded in satisfaction. After she fell asleep, he approached the design sketches she had just drawn. Looking at her drawings, Shen Moran blinked thoughtfully.