Chapter 69: Blinded

Feng Xu pushed Huang Yunxuan away, looking at her as if she might devour him alive.
"Help me out tonight. I only want ten percent of the shares, not fifty."
"If you're going to agree, do it without hesitation."
Feng Xu spoke easily.
Huang Yunxuan’s gaze slyly sized him up.
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Qiu Chi activated several talisman seals in succession, greatly enhancing his combat abilities. After slaying over a dozen enemies, his strength was reaching its limit.
"Why is it you? Where is An Yuqi?" Ye Qiongyu looked with disgust at the spot where Wang Yajun had made contact, his brows tightly furrowed as he spoke.
Obediently, she nestled beneath the knee of the head of the Zhuge family, her actions embodying filial devotion.
This was the secret art of the Vajra Sect, the Great Vajra Seal. Speaking of the Vajra Sect, it had become the rising force of the Western Celestial Sea in recent years, with the Yellow Sect at its head. It was said that the Grand Lama of the Yellow Sect wielded the Great Vajra Seal, unrivaled in the martial world. Those struck by it had their bones shattered and organs turned to mush, famous for its vigorous inner force and formidable reputation.
Wen Yunxi did not think Lian Zhi was unreliable; she had simply been too anxious before. Perhaps Lian Zhi merely wanted to buy a sword for amusement. Surely, it was just embarrassment that made her say it was a gift.
As everyone charged forward, a sudden wail echoed from ahead, sending a chill through their hearts.
Jiang Ruoning was stunned for a moment, certain she hadn’t misremembered. After Lord Qingfeng Lingyue had spoken, he had indeed released her wrist in a most gentlemanly manner—though at that moment, a faint sorrow arose in her heart.
A loud slap landed on the solid wood desk. In the next instant, Dr. Wang’s face twisted in pain, quickly shaking his aching hand. His face flushed red, but he stubbornly held back any cry of pain.
Xiongba, old and cunning, as sly as a fox, instantly grasped the crux of the matter from but a few words, and suspicions began to form.
"It's said that making your first wish at the edge of Liantian Pond lets the gods above hear you. Would you like to try?" Nan Jin Xuan asked her with a gentle smile.
If Qinghuan knew that those besieging Gu Wangqian were not just Gu Jiangnan, but elders from three major celestial sects, she would likely have thought differently.
He bowed deeply as he spoke, his manner surprisingly humble—yet he did not kneel, nor call himself a servant, still well within the bounds of propriety.
It could be said that Xue Liang's words were already quite courteous. If the man in plain robes had offended the two masters but had already been punished, perhaps it was best to let the matter rest.
Yu Xiaotian observed every nuance of the old man’s expression, yet feigned ignorance. He drifted to the barrier, gazing at Hua Chen Weiming, encased within the thick shell. Disdain flickered in Yu Xiaotian’s eyes.
After muttering these words, Yu Cuo slowly turned his head away, leaving Chu Si to stare in dazed silence. As he turned, Chu Si clearly heard his soft murmur: "You seem to have grown distant." There was a faint, indescribable sadness in his voice.
Sitting in the chief seat, Yu Qingyang had regained his composure. With a son so swift and skilled to guard him, he was temporarily safe, allowing this father to finally breathe easy. Had it not been for Elder Zhuge Qingfeng’s intervention, he would have rushed onto the stage himself.
While drinking, he occasionally glanced at his grandson seated at the nearby table, a hint of concern in his eyes. Yet seeing that his grandson was even calmer than himself, the old man’s worry vanished. Since the boy showed no sign of anxiety, he resumed enjoying his fine wine.