28 The Debt Collector

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However, the sea routes were still not smooth, and everyone’s lives were tight, naturally breeding some resentment. Gui Yuan felt that although it was somewhat cruel, they were also unwilling to see Le Caiwei with other men. For the sake of the person they loved, they would stop at nothing—this was the true nature of their master. Lin Feng’s eyes still held a look of shock; the power of this cultivation method had surpassed the limits of rank, and it would not be an exaggeration to call it the greatest under heaven.

“Shut up!” The simultaneous shout caught Mi Guo off guard, leaving him awkwardly twitching his mouth.

“Yuanbao!” Suddenly, a clear, deep voice rang out. Le Caiwei, holding a stick, approached Yuanbao with undisguised anger in her eyes.

The great hall was dominated by black elements, with dense talismanic inscriptions drawn on the floor, exuding a chilling atmosphere reminiscent of a netherworld.

“Good boy, Milk performed well today, so I bought you your favorite canned dog food.” Childlike innocence held Milk’s head, gently rubbing it.

Xue Tianhao’s face was as dark as water; this loss of face was significant, and he feared he would become the laughingstock of Golden Shark Island.

The previous camp system again proved effective this time, as the troops under “Old Master Gu” were structured similarly.

Yuan Laoshuai’s eldest son, Yuan Zhongqi, was twenty-nine years old this year, standing at 1.97 meters tall, handsome with a cold demeanor, and was the most promising young member of the Yuan family—twenty-nine was indeed quite young.

Clara’s body radiated a powerful magical aura; her hair moved as if blown by an invisible wind. She was surrounded by blazing flames, which were then enveloped by a dark red glow covering her entire body.

Xuan Yuan swiftly scooped up some soil into his pocket, then exerted force toward the sky, thrusting fiercely. After only three consecutive stabs, the eerie blue aura above was visibly pierced open, revealing a hundred-colored passageway.

“Ningzhou, Mozhou, Yingzhou.” As Zhao Kuangyin finished speaking, the once serene court erupted like a stone cast into a lake, instantly becoming lively and bustling.

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Although after their return, Yelü Wansi never scolded them, it was precisely because she didn’t utter a single word of blame—as if she had forgotten them—that made them feel even more distressed. Now that Yelü Wansi had remembered them, they all harbored a burning desire to regain their dignity before her.

She steadied her body, but the force continued to pull her relentlessly. Holding her breath, she plunged her head beneath the water to see what exactly was tugging at her.

After taking their seats, Wu Yun generously told everyone to order whatever they wished without worrying about the prices marked beside the dishes.

The Xiahou clan had visited the Eternal Dynasty many times and thus knew the exact location of the Fragrant Pavilion Inn. Asking Zhang Cheng to lead the way was only because they did not trust Long Yun and the others.

The Blood Demon King was still entangled with them for less than a hundred rounds when it was gravely injured again. Then, two demons charged from either side, slashing fiercely, nearly tearing it apart.

At Jade Void Palace, morning dew slid off jade-green spirit herbs into the soil below. A golden light pierced through the pure earth’s vast clouds, followed by several beams tearing through the cloud layers, heralding the arrival of a new day.

Upon arriving at the school gate, Wu Yun’s white domestic SUV was parked beside the guard post, the driver’s door wide open. Wu Yun stood at the post, chatting cheerfully with the young security guard on duty.

Yunyaer turned her head sluggishly like a puppet, gazing in the direction pointed out by Murong Ting’s arrow, where a reindeer came into view.

Yunyaer was startled, not expecting Murong Ting to arrange things this way. However, she knew that Yunxiong staying here for too long might lead to trouble, which would be disastrous.

Opposite, Morton's calm gaze met Li Xing’s eyes, where a faint glimmer of light flashed.

She knew well that Yang Youxiang was now accused of treason, a crime punishable by extermination of nine clans according to the law. Moreover, Murong Ting’s apparent death allowed Yang Youxiang to bring Yang Guifei back, which was indeed quite intriguing.

Morán lost the patience to search for a way out slowly and shouted loudly toward the sky.

A chant began; before anyone could react, they had already leapt before King Su Li.

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“Lu” smiled bitterly, yet now, among the two in the southern region, they were in the most dangerous state. One was Yue, the other was him.

The tip of the trident dragon bone was incredibly sharp and swollen, piercing through the gray misty cap like a bolt of lightning. The master of the Kui Shi Palace felt only a thin barrier; in an instant, thousands of layers were broken through, and the trident bone’s momentum vanished entirely, while the gray misty veil surrounded Ye Feng. Yet, the three-pronged blade still failed to break through that layer of light.

However, at the moment the voice fell, Ji Changfeng suddenly sheathed his sword, stepped back, and quietly observed the intruding experts.

Even so, from the foundation level, it was possible to restore the sharp-tailless sword immortal technique back to its original divine state.

But he had never looked at that child—not only because the child also carried half of Cheng Mu Yu’s blood and he did not wish to bring trouble upon himself, but also because he feared she might discover that he was still alive.

The laughing audience suddenly felt as if their throats were being strangled, staring dumbfounded at Zheng Rui on stage with expressions as if they had seen a ghost. Even Zhao Dawei and others were stunned, disbelief written plainly on their faces.

She could not even recall having recently met Baili Chen; her memory of him remained stuck in the time when he led troops to storm the palace last year.

In this world, only this formidable figure who had half a foot stepping into the divine path could silently trap Mo Yelan’s lamp in an illusion.

Since the preliminary life-and-death trial closed, no one had called Lin Hao anymore. Lin Hao thought that things in Wulan City should be calm, so he went to disturb them, never expecting that just as he was about to return, someone called him.