Chapter 109

Mrs. Pei sighed deeply. Xie Zhiyuan was clearly an excellent match—refined, well-educated, and talented in many ways—so why did her son simply not like her? This was undoubtedly his best choice. He had endured so much hardship before; why wouldn’t he choose something beneficial to himself instead of clinging to Xu Yunzhuo, who offered him no advantage at all?

Rumor had it that Xu Yunzhuo was now entangled with a murderer, a perilous association indeed. Mrs. Pei had only this one son; if anything happened to him...

He recognized that Officer Xiao was a veteran, battle-hardened with far more experience than himself. Zhao Fu had no other recourse. Even if he tried using mystical means to keep these people around, they would still face rejection and fierce struggles for survival.

Following the tracks on the ground, Zhao Fu searched until, about a hundred yards away, he finally found his package. And there, dragging it along, was none other than the elusive Nine Yin.

After all, when contract holders and their contracted beasts train together, they can provide mutual feedback and influence each other.

Once matters were settled simply and clearly, the village chief was eager to announce it to the whole village. Yet, just as he reached the doorway, Old Lady Lin stopped him.

She deliberately counted out money aloud so the entire village would know he had funds. This way, whether buying land or building houses, there would be no dispute.

“Old Squad Leader, let’s not talk about that now. I just want to ask—now that you’re a big boss, why are you still mixed up with these people?” Long Hao gestured toward the door.

Kahn was unsurprised. The World Government was short of candidates for the Seven Warlords of the Sea, and now a pirate was stepping up—wasn’t this perfect?

Yet all the scenes had been recorded in his mind without reservation, deeply imprinted and impossible to forget.

Moreover, it had been over ten years since he arrived in this world, but neither the cultivation methods nor his own training had ever been attempted before.

I clenched my fist hard; with a sharp crack, the teacup shattered. Then I reached out with my left hand, grabbed one of the burly men’s wrists, and with my right hand, holding the broken cup, slashed toward his underarm.

I didn’t know how much Song Yuning knew about Yu Meng and Li Sumiao’s story, nor had I ever discussed it with her.

Following Xing Shu’s gaze, Lu Ning spotted three middle-aged men at the provincial office. They wore casual clothes and crouched by the corpse, observing it while whispering among themselves.

For fans, the Warriors’ loss seemed acceptable, but some media outlets sensationalized it as the Warriors’ apocalypse.

“This continent is backward to begin with; too many talents remain undiscovered, and many physiques go undeveloped—it’s only natural!” the old man in the black robe declared.

Python-like beasts were incredibly tenacious and agile. To deal with them, a swift and decisive strike was necessary; otherwise, the other two locations would fall into grave danger.

Yang Jiutian suddenly recalled that his master had indeed mentioned something called the Vitality Pill.

The one who shouted “Death Vine” again called out, and a transparent black chain instantly shot toward Dark Sword, binding it immediately.

Lin Enmo’s long eyelashes flickered, and his dark, mysterious eyes thoughtfully lingered on my face.

“The Jade Water Spirit Sect—I will go in person!” A streak of golden light cut across the sky, and the boy’s face showed confusion, mingled with a hint of fear.

This was the spirit beast bound to one’s life. If the spirit beast died, the owner would be fine, only losing some magical power. But if the owner faced life-threatening danger or death, the spirit bond would absorb the damage once as a substitute and transfer the remaining vitality back to the owner, allowing for a comeback.

The room was tidy enough. After lighting the oil lamp, under the dim glow, Qi Chu’s forehead was drenched in sweat. He hurriedly sat on the bed, closed his eyes, and steadied his breath. Yet despite this, his heart pounded wildly, blood surged through his meridians, and his ears buzzed incessantly.

Thompson opened the window, letting in the bright moonlight, and carefully gathered his thoughts: A lot had happened recently; many changes, and unexpected events kept emerging. Fortunately, these were all external shifts, and he had long prepared himself for them.