Chapter 74: The Son of Ma Hua Teng

Ye Cheng’s attitude left Xie Jianguo utterly bewildered. He stared wide-eyed, frozen in place, unsure what to do.

It was only after a long moment that he finally came to his senses, speaking again with disbelief in his voice.

“Young man, maybe I’m getting old—what exactly did you just say?”

Xie Jianguo wasn’t joking; he truly thought he must have misheard.

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“Manager Xiong, the boat’s suddenly out of control! It feels like something underneath is pushing on the hull,” Old Hei exclaimed in alarm, his body swaying unsteadily as waves from the lake drenched him.

Meanwhile, after hearing Li Erlong’s words, Li Mei finally snapped out of her shock, realizing she had been so caught up in amazement that she had forgotten to properly assess the value of these two humanoid Polygonum multiflorum roots.

Liu Ying couldn’t help but sigh inwardly: her mother had been muddled for most of her life. Even now, she couldn’t distinguish who truly cared for her and who was only after her money.

The foreign swordsman’s meaning was clear to all three present. By chance, Luo Yu and Fu Lingsong had both crossed swords with him before, and they’d heard the rumors from those days.

“Sigh!” Lin Hai let out a soft sigh. This was his first time bullying someone for no reason, and he felt uneasy, but the arrow was nocked and could no longer be held back.

Her originally jet-black hair reached her waist; as the breeze blew, it fluttered elegantly, giving her an ethereal aura.

“Uh... well, it’s just that the school food is awful. Grandma’s cooking is the best,” I said, criticizing the school while still remembering to praise my grandmother.

Jia Xu looked up at the sky. The cold wind brushed his face. A moment ago it was a north wind, but now it had shifted to the northwest. The sky, once dotted with white clouds, was now overcast.

When the gathering had just begun, Nie Wushuang was the most enthusiastic. As a second-generation demon, he had adopted the human cultivation system and already reached the early stage of ‘True Immortal.’ In cultivation, he was without doubt a prodigy.

Chen Fan’s gaze sharpened, puzzled by the Queen Mother’s questions. He couldn’t fathom her intentions, but her expression gave nothing away. He answered simply, briefly describing the chaos in the mortal world before his ascension.

Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! I, Tang Fei, am deeply grateful. Alas, I suffered a sudden stroke two days ago and ended up like this. Unable to thank you all in person, I am truly helpless.

But none of this mattered much to Yan Yuncheng. Having guests at the coronation was ideal; if none came, so be it. He had no patience for hollow pleasantries with outsiders.

The King of a Thousand Faces, seeing this, finally relaxed. With a thought, a streak of light shot from his brow, and almost instantly, his face shifted to that of a middle-aged man.

After a period of reflection, he decided to initiate the great demonic contest. Each contender displayed their abilities, vying for the throne. In the end, Yan Luo Wujie’s superior skill prevailed, and after defeating the others, he ascended as king.

Yet, Godslayer knew everything about Xiao Fan, and upon meeting the Drunken Sage, he recognized him at once.

“Is King Yan preparing for another southern campaign?” Duan Wuchen’s eyes lit up. At that time, he was not yet the leader of the Duan Xianbei clan. Their previous expedition had yielded rich rewards despite limited troops; hearing there was another opportunity, he could barely contain his excitement.

The next moment, their hearts were finally at ease as they saw that the attacks from the five demons couldn’t shake the formation at all.

“This is just the beginning,” Sima Ji felt a surge of satisfaction at Du Xi’s words. Bringing him along had been the right decision; if he’d brought Jiang Tong instead, he could hardly imagine how chaotic the journey would have been.