Chapter 37 That Is Because Eldest Brother Lacks Capability

Jiang Erzhu rubbed his hands together in excitement; if the eldest sister managed to get that silver back, it would eventually be his. He was the one who had discovered the news first, so he was determined to claim the lion’s share.

"But that little good-for-nothing brat is not easy to deal with! Your eldest brother’s hand was pierced right through by that girl, and it still hasn’t fully healed!"

"Besides, I heard they used that silver to buy land and build a house, and they bought more farmland too. Who knows how much is even left!"

Old Mother Jiang—

He was merely a science student, and his vocabulary was limited; continuing like this would surely lead to trouble.

As soon as these words were spoken, many people chimed in in agreement. My junior brother clearly wanted to argue, but I grabbed his arm and shook my head to signal that it was unnecessary. To debate such trivial matters with these people would likely take three days and three nights, and even then, it might not be settled.

The killing intent radiating from Lin Rui seemed to merge with the night, becoming utterly terrifying under the moonlight.

At this moment, another figure suddenly flew in from the distance. When Tian Fu recognized the person, he could not help but take two steps back; it was none other than Fairy Zidan of the Pill Sect, and in her hand, she held the paper crane that had just flown away from him.

Thinking about it, my junior brother and I were both equally confused about what was happening. However, if I had to choose between Old Man Gao and Monk Ba as to who was trustworthy, I would choose Monk Ba.

My master’s watch struck eight, and we decided to stop our journey for the day. Having found a relatively safe spot, we began setting up our tents to rest. After a long day of exhaustion, everyone was quite happy to finally have a moment of respite.

As I spoke, I embraced them and began to kiss them, but once I entered them, I channeled the Yin-Yang energy within my body. As a surge of extreme Yin energy from Lingmeng flowed into me and merged with my own Yin-Yang power, I felt one-tenth of the remaining two-tenths of unusable Yin-Yang energy immediately transform into a form I could wield.

The energy fluctuations from the recent battle had been immense, and the Dragon Generals and Dragon Knights in the city were already on their way. Seeing that Xu Feng was too severely injured to maintain any speed, An Yue took him away, finding a quiet place to treat his wounds.

No sooner had he finished speaking than the Mad God’s Qi struck directly toward An Yue’s chest. An Yue had not expected Xu Feng to attack so decisively, and he dodged in a panic.

Therefore, Hua Yan saw no need to explain further, as this approach had successfully diverted Lan Jing'er’s attention, leaving her no longer concerned with the underlying principles.

The "Holy Envoy" finally left Liu Qi’s room and returned to their respective quarters, waiting for further notice regarding the date of Boss Liu Qi’s departure.

Just then, Nangong Bei walked in carrying a bowl of chicken soup. Seeing that Lang Qingsheng had awakened, he set the soup down, walked over, and slapped him across the face. Half of Lang Qingsheng’s face immediately swelled up, and stars danced before his eyes.

Great Swordsman Moro was momentarily stunned. He hadn’t expected the other party to be so sensitive; he had only said one sentence, and the man had flared into a rage. Wasn’t it normal to trade insults while fighting?

Our party had departed from the capital to visit relatives at the royal palace of Gumo in the Western Regions, and from there, we had traveled all the way to the royal city of the Arab Empire.

Though Cang Li appeared composed on the surface, I knew he was deeply anxious as well. After all, there was still not a single clue to be found.

After all, not only figures of Chen Zhonghai’s stature, but even the venerable senior Wei Yidao had tried several times to become "one of their own" with Old Gu and the others, yet none had succeeded.

About seven or eight days later, the snow in the capital had melted away completely, and the funeral of the Fifth Prince had come to an end along with the vanishing snow. The cold that winter was even more severe than in previous years; it was said that in some places further north, there were already instances of "the frozen dead lining the roads."