Chapter 52: Even Small Animals Love to Compete

Xu Ying raised her eyes toward the source of the sound, only to see a dozen adult marbled polecats moving in single file, arching their backs as they scrambled toward her.

Marbled polecats typically traveled in such orderly single files when moving in groups, possessing a rather peculiar sense of discipline.

The lead polecat had sleek, lustrous fur, with a large patch of light brown markings across its back that made it look as though it were wearing a high-end mink coat, exuding the absolute aura of a wealthy matron.

It glanced at the baby polecat, swept its gaze over Xu Ying, then straightened up, put its hands on its hips, and squeaked aggressively: [So it was you who brought...]

Hearing the old man put it that way, he earned a chorus of disdain from those around him. They had already lost two wagers, and the jadeite inside this raw stone certainly couldn't be theirs anymore. Was this an instance of a broken pot being smashed—recklessly squandering a fortune without a care in the world?

Kazami Yuuka also sensed the gaze, stepped firmly on the Rat King's back, and pointed her parasol directly at it.

At the thought of these terrifying consequences, Yu Shan immediately dismissed the idea of facing an even larger beehive.

With a casual slice of his blade, he sheared off the head of the monster attacking him. Even though its head was severed, the creature still glared at him, swung its weapon to attack, and the detached head continued to emit a piercing, grating sound.

The cursed malevolent qi seized the opportunity, transforming like a dragon riding the wind to become a ghostly soldier. Once the extreme of yin gave rise to yang, it would attain the status of a primordial dao soldier, at which point its utility would be immense.

"A very cool ability, terrifying control, genius-level imagination, simply beyond imagination." The remaining eye stared at the crystal cup before him, watching the layer of fading starlit sky. Nick drew a deep breath, raised his head to look at Edward, and said with a solemn expression.

However, Jin Sheng's storyboard sketches fell hopelessly short of the mark, yet he stubbornly relied on his seniority to refuse acknowledgment of his mistakes, finally succeeding in igniting Xiao Yang's temper.

This time, the sudden invitation to shoot a film inevitably forced them to weigh their options carefully. Stars had to cherish their reputations; releasing a bad film would ruin their name and make their future circumstances exceedingly difficult.

Yet, upon arriving here and gazing at my master's grave, I had a strange sensation, as though the soil atop it had just been disturbed recently. I discovered that the upper layer of dirt was entirely fresh.

I recalled what Xuanwu had told me, that I was the one chosen by the Ancestral Dragon. Could it be that all of this was truly destined by some grand design in the dark?

At that moment, the dozens of disciples at the Yuxu Palace, hearing the commotion, rushed out to investigate. Qin Hua scooped up a handful of the precious jewels he had obtained from the Yuxu Palace, raised his hand, and tossed them out, rewarding each disciple with a single bead and knocking them all to the ground.

Although Su Sheng dearly wished to claim all of them at once, such an unrealistic notion was best kept as a passing thought; voicing it aloud would only make him look foolish.

The word "vicious" was used to perfection... His mother was indeed quite vicious... Good grief, I suppose my relationship with my mother-in-law is beyond repair, isn't it?

For a moment, I wasn't sure if the thoughts in my mind were accurate, but I had a vague intuition that perhaps Luo Shi's conjecture was correct.

This was truly the worst-case scenario. The design drafts for phase one had impacted our phase two and phase three designs, and now you suddenly announce the emergence of a processing plant. The underground fiber optic cables would not be the only things affected.

Li Yundi nodded immediately, issued instructions regarding company matters, and had his driver take us toward a certain public cemetery.

Mubai did not expect to persuade Lin Wangtian with just a few words. He stood his ground and unreservedly recounted everything he had experienced in his past life.

Mubai chuckled merrily, leaping back and forth across the back of the human-faced spider, occasionally delivering a kick or two for good measure.

Naturally, they could not harbor too much hope, because the cultivators from the two major factions were already struggling immensely to deal with the fiery entities summoned by those giant fire spirits. They were having a hard time, barely holding their ground and remaining at a slight disadvantage.

A fierce gust of wind stirred the strands of hair across his forehead. The next instant, the air shattered. He clenched his fists, which blazed with raging flames, thrust them straight forward, and smashed them forcefully against the two sleeve swords lunging toward his vital points.

Early on the morning three days later, a joint party of fifty individuals from the two sects set out from Lan City, traveling light, and arrived at Tongguan half a month later.

Ling Hao sneered inwardly. This was the law of the jungle; had he not shown strength, Zhang Kuang and Ma Yu would certainly never have let him off easily.

If nothing went wrong, the volcanic magma would singe Fairy Qingxian's ears and the hair brushing against them.

Back then, there were also many formidable martial artists and Tribulation-realm masters, yet several of those Tribulation-realm masters had perished in that battle as well.

The square-jawed middle-aged man swallowed with great difficulty, his eyelids twitching wildly as he felt his heart skip two or three beats, rendering him momentarily incapable of thought.

This kind of stifling, suffocating weather was the most agonizing of all; it was far worse than being scorched by the blinding sun. Lin Aidan straightened up and stared blankly at the river surface, which was so crystal-clear that even the foolish little fish swimming along the bottom were clearly visible.

Initially, the Thousand Saints Sect truly intended to take things slowly, ideally looting the Qingxian Celestial Court without a sound. In fact, many cultivators within the Thousand Saints Sect were entirely unaware of the Qingxian Celestial Court's existence, remaining utterly in the dark. Who could tell if there were any scouts from the Nine Bends Alliance hidden inside?

Everyone harbored their own private thoughts while keeping up a calm facade, though they all tacitly understood. They wanted to learn how to pickle eggs to sell for profit, yet they were utterly unwilling to spend money on salt. Therefore, come evening, who wouldn't wander up the hillside to take a stroll a couple of times?

Xia Wan's fiancé couldn't simply share the exact same name as President Mo from their company by mere coincidence, could he?

Her mood was buoyed by this discovery, the smile on her face widening until the corners of her eyes curved upward.

Yet he had never mentioned this matter to a single soul. Figuring that it was already a miracle that legs previously diagnosed as permanently disabled could walk again, he no longer harbored the greed to restore them to their exact former state.

"You have already learned how to craft Tier 2 cards; surviving in the city will be a breeze for you now!" Bluebird persuaded.

The imperial court was plunged into shock and chaos, and Prime Minister Han appeared somewhat dazed, flustered, and caught entirely off guard.

She possessed a keen business sense and opened a bakery near the encampment. At a time when very few people knew how to bake bread and pastries, she amassed her first pot of gold through that very shop.

The man referred to as Mr. Su, who had been facing away from the door, turned his head at that moment. Catching sight of Su Cansheng, his face remained devoid of expression, as though he were merely gazing at a complete stranger.

Wang Shufen and Old Lady Ling went about packing up the quilts, clothes, and other household belongings. For a moment, there was nothing they could bear to discard, while they simultaneously daydreamed about what that new residence might look like.

"Don't touch him!" Yet Tsunade swiped her hand, knocking Takuma's hand away. She raised her head, her usually sunlit eyes now bloodshot, and her hair tangled in a manner that made her look quite unhinged.

"Actually, I suspect Xia Meimei wasn't killed by Qingfeng. When I interrogated Xia Meimei back then, she seemed terrified of something. The moment the barrier I cast vanished, she lost the courage to voice many things," I said.