Chapter 57: Sorry, You're Not My Type

Du Yaxin also possessed a special constitution, but since her vital yin had already been lost, Cao Mang could not muster any interest in her. Qiu Yuqian was of pure yin body, her intellect lingering at the level of a five or six-year-old child; even the last shred of Cao Mang’s conscience could not allow him to lay a hand on her. He hoped instead to cultivate subordinates loyal to himself, yet among the women by his side now, he could not trust a single one.

Just as he was about to return to his room, Deng Xiaojiao called, “A new assassin…”

Suddenly, Xie Wuji felt a fleeting shadow before his eyes—Yu Lianzhou had vanished from where he stood. In a flash, he seemed to have transformed into a gigantic black tiger, pouncing and striking, biting and clawing, exuding an aura of death, fierce and invincible, overwhelming in his might.

After another half an hour, Lin Chen’s entire body was shrouded in a layer of golden light; he resembled a bronze man clad in golden armor, radiating a hint of eerie strangeness.

The footsteps outside the door gradually faded away. Ma Chengfeng turned back, pressed himself to the crack, and peeked out—he saw the funeral procession carrying the coffin continuing down the old street toward the ancestral hall.

“How could I have misunderstood him? Didn’t you see it too? When we came in just now, he was still asleep on the sofa. Does that look like the conduct of a soldier?” Yao Yao shook her head, feeling a little disappointed.

“Don’t be rash. You’re no match for him now!” Fei Wei advised, knowing full well what level Ji Chang had attained, being his master.

“And this old lady is…?” Ming Chenzi glanced at Granny Shui, finding her face familiar, yet unable to place her.

Elsewhere, the text described the practice of internal breathing, external training of sinew, bone, and skin, guiding intent to lead qi until it arrived, reaching the strength of seven blows, gradually cultivating the harmony of yin and yang, allowing internal energy to flow through the five viscera and six bowels, ultimately achieving the unity of primal chaos and the harmony of man and nature.

Since Frael had already departed, and Deldorn had returned to the imperial capital with Gloria, only three people remained at Garland Academy, discussing matters among themselves.

Lin Chen still stood unmoving in place. The next moment, a beam of light struck the ground, instantly creating an immense, bottomless pit.

“Your Highness, where do we go now?” At this moment, a general of the Great Yan Empire, mounted on a tall horse, circled back to ask Yan Chifeng for instructions.

“The victor: Lian Yu!” Upon hearing those words spoken aloud, the judge emotionlessly declared the result.

Seeing her younger sister smile so radiantly, confident and composed, Yun Xiaoxia could say nothing more and simply nodded silently, indicating all was well.

Not far away, the young man reined in his aura. He was of the War King’s body; with the appearance of the Heavenly Thunder body’s legacy, a bloody battle would be inevitable.

Even if he felt resentment in his heart, what could he do? The Bureau of Animal Husbandry oversaw livestock and fisheries across the entire county, while he was only in charge of agriculture, forestry, and animal husbandry in Dukou Township—a difference like that between a permanent employee and a temp.

Upon hearing the name You’er, Zhuang Yunhu and Zhuang Youhen immediately grew solemn. Though they were satisfied with the Yuan-boosting Pill, Zhuang You’er was another matter. The thought of her temperament left them suddenly unsure.

At this moment, Qingzhu also called, informing Chu Yang of the departure time for his flight from Linhai.

Last time the two clashed, she had relied on the advantage of a sneak attack, forcing a close-quarters fight—something Tian Chao was least adept at. Only because he was caught off guard had she bested him; if it were now, without considerable preparation, she could never achieve such a result.

“It’s not enough! We’ve known you for so long, and you still don’t know our names? That’s just not taking us seriously.” The senior student rolled his eyes, seizing upon any excuse to protest.

Zhao Laicai and his son had long been waiting by the fishpond. They brought the three officers who had rushed over to inspect the footprints and the plastic bag half-buried in the earth at the edge of the orchard.

Bai Huanzhi had never experienced anything like this and could not bring herself to ignore what others thought of her, so she was inevitably affected by the whispers and gossip, her mood unsettled.