Chapter Seventy-Two: Ye Cheng’s Dilemma

In front of the Su family, Su Boyong and Su Zhongfan, the client bluntly accused them of wholesaling adulterated ginseng, claiming that the ginseng they sold had been tampered with. After this ginseng was sold, the client said, a terminally ill patient who took it was left on the verge of death. Now the patient had been hospitalized, and both the client and the patient demanded an explanation from the Su family.

Su Boyong and Su Zhongfan had been running back and forth all night, yet the problem remained unresolved...

"The grinding is done. I will divide it into six doses. Simply drink it mixed with this cold spring water, and it will be complete," replied the Medicine Immortal.

Xiao Xia felt herself unraveling. She glanced at her dress, judging it could still hold up a while longer. All she needed was for them to return to the hotel—that would be enough.

"So that’s how it is... I thought they’d all turn into old men! If they really did, and still called me ‘Boss Kang’ one after another, right in front of me, that would be so cool!" Kang Mangang spoke with a face full of anticipation.

The same familiar question again. Wang Chen rubbed his brow, unsure if he should answer. Yet, seeing the stubbornness etched on the Prison Lord's face, he knew there was no escaping it.

Hearing Ye Zhenzhen’s words, Zhou Miao couldn’t help but darken his face. "Girl, why do you love showing off so much?" Not that hard, she’d said—what did she mean by that?

Returning to the old grounds, the soldiers of the Ninth Army once stationed here were now mostly dead or maimed. Only Monster and a few others had survived relatively unscathed. Sometimes Monster wondered: if they hadn’t taken the genetic drugs back then, what fate would have awaited them?

Jun Buzhi, somewhat dispirited, sat in a chair unable to summon any energy. He had heard clearly the conversation between Shui Mobai and Jun Yi just now. Though he didn’t know what scheming they were up to, from the few words exchanged, he could tell it was no simple matter.

He watched as Qi Ye tied her hair into a low ponytail, a pink apron hanging from her shoulders, carefully arranging dishes on the table.

In the pitch-black night, she stroked her belly, a bit disoriented. She hadn’t even had time to tell him she was pregnant, and the beautiful hopes she cherished shattered in that moment. This child was so innocent—abandoned by its own father before even being born. Now, enemies pressed in from all sides, and to keep the child safe, she had no choice but to risk everything.

Luo Xingyi peered out through a slit at the top. All around, piles of things were stacked tightly, forming a solid barrier.

It was already deep into the night. After being turned away at the gates of the Glistening Gold Chamber of Commerce, Ye Qing didn’t return to Ye Night Academy, but instead went back to Azure Fantasyland to gather all the members. Although Ye Night Academy forbade students from leaving campus after dark, unfortunately, the three major clubs each enjoyed certain privileges.

In the next moment, Tang Ming acted first, keeping a wary eye on the thunder tribulation above while simultaneously launching his attack on the enemies.

The Ninth Hall’s envoy was quite satisfied with these words, while Gu Liexiong, seeing that Chu Tian had fallen completely under his illusion, grinned from ear to ear.

The young man in brocade gazed longingly, entirely oblivious to the fact that Fang Yi’s expression was growing increasingly grim.

At that, Fang Yi hesitated no longer. With a single thought, the five-colored sword light surged forth, like five towering pillars piercing the sky, cleaving directly toward the two men facing him.

The venomous miasma spewed by the giant python was terrifyingly corrosive, eating away at space itself, leaving swathes of void broken and shattered.

The raging currents here were simply too fearsome, like rifts in space itself, their force so terrifying that even the strongest flesh would be ripped apart by the power of law. Even Papa Cai’s formidable body could hardly withstand it here.

Zhuang Xueting, Xia Kucao, and the others were startled when he spoke, hastily raising their hands to cover their noses.

Princess Xingyue’s unreasonable nature was innate; her attitude wouldn’t change just because she treated someone differently.

Once again, he beheld that dragon blade, originally three feet three inches long, cleaving through the air and drawing a streak of violet divine light, accompanied by a deafening dragon’s roar that shook the entire starry sky.