Volume One, Chapter 108: Setting the Trap

"Uncle Yang! You're here, sit down and have a drink!" Zhang Weidong greeted the newcomer. It turned out to be Yang Wanlu.

"What were you two talking about just now?" Yang Wanlu asked with a smile as he sat down.

"Nothing much, just shooting the breeze."

But if Su Qingge had heard that "big brother," one could only imagine how choked up she would have been.

It felt as if someone was chasing them from behind; Ranchen clearly heard his name being called. But Muwan insisted there was no one else, claiming that this was the Underworld and it was merely an illusion cast by vengeful spirits to lure them in, telling him to pay it no mind.

Loneliness, sorrow, sadness. Zilin did not know what the cause of this heartache was, but seeing such a fragile state made her feel an inexplicable pang of pity.

Ye Zifan downed the wine in his glass in one gulp. Toying with the glass, he let out a voice tinged with loneliness.

Judging by what was said, the Duchy intended to make knowledge public, allowing anyone to purchase it as long as they spent enough merit points.

Thinking this, Xiuchen shifted his feet, stepped behind Li Yunmu, and lowered his head, remaining silently in place.

He had thought that things would end there, but just as he arrived in Luoyang, met the Emperor, and prepared to make his mark and achieve great deeds, Guo Jia appeared once again.

Medierli had also advanced to the legendary rank; she would no longer need to kill enemies on the battlefield. Her knight order would need someone to take her place. Smith's command capabilities were not as good as Medierli's, and his leadership skills were even further behind. That was why Xia He asked this question.

*Cough, cough...* Seeking a path together—might that be a bit exaggerated? Everything looked exactly the same, An Ruo thought to herself. Well, better to just be carried obediently. Besides, such a thing was unlikely to happen anyway. Hehe, she was just overthinking things again.

Without needing the system to analyze it, Li Yunmu could be fairly certain that it absolutely did not reach the B-rank level.

Brother Jun picked up the phone and launched into a barrage of insults. It was noisy on his end; he seemed genuinely busy.

Seeing the Fifth Prince rescue Xue Yi, the man in white did not press the fight and instead darted away, following the Fifth Prince’s figure.

Feng Mang and the others were stunned by the sight. Directly in front of them was a bizarre, distorted landscape filled with fire, lightning, water, and wind.

I didn't kill Taishan; I severed all the tendons in his hands and feet. I want him to remember today for the rest of his life and remain a cripple forever. I’ve already offended him anyway, so since I’ve crossed that line, I might as well make sure I offend him to death.

Thinking of the cold war between them over the past few days, and how he had been sulking and deliberately ignoring him today, the stifling feeling in his heart vanished, replaced by a sense of warmth.

"Rumble..." Thunder echoed continuously between heaven and earth. Under Ling Yunxiao's mental control, a layer of dark red scales suddenly emerged over his body. In an instant, he transformed into a man-dragon covered in scales. The scales expanded and contracted as if he were breathing through them—it was incredibly eerie.

Gou Yue and Feng Mang had agreed to meet at the entrance of the Golden Chamber of Commerce. Gou Yue was furious; she had spent ages getting ready, yet after waiting for a long time, there was still no sign of Feng Mang.

Before they had gone much further, Ling Yunxiao's eyes lit up when he spotted a shop on the street with a large, blood-red skull mark above it.

Shangguan Ye wanted to step forward and pull him into his arms, but mindful of the setting, he could only gently pat his shoulder in comfort. Though he did not care about the eyes of others, he had to consider Murong Qiufeng's position.