Chapter 43 He Would Actually Break His Own Leg

Jiang Cui was covered in bruises and rolled back and forth on the ground to dodge the wooden stick coming down from Zheng Guang, while continuously begging for mercy.

"Your daughter has silver? How much?" Zheng Guang's eyes flickered. Who could resist silver?

"My daughter dug up a ginseng root and sold it for thirty taels! And there is a donkey cart too!"

Jiang Cui was driven to desperation by the beating; as long as Zheng Guang stopped hitting her now, she would spill everything she knew.

"Then why didn't you manage to get any silver today?"

He owed Xi Meng'er a life. Even if she had saved him merely so that he could serve as her plaything and be mocked like a monkey, he could accept all of that.

"I didn't expect you to be so polite upon our first meeting." A hint of joy and happiness permeated the old man's voice.

Regrettably, upon suddenly catching sight of the sarira at the very center of the sea of consciousness—a relic whose quality was peerless throughout the ancient and modern cultivation world of the Nine Provinces—he actually intended to recall that strand of primordial energy previously bestowed upon Li Qingtong.

When facing the dozens of players in the rear, she still showed some signs of hesitation and softening, inevitably taking a few hits.

The spatial transition left this troop extremely unaccustomed, but Li Qingtong and his companions showed not the slightest bit of pity.

As his understanding of this world gradually deepened, Fuchen came to comprehend the vast and mighty powers possessed by those great beings and even saints dwelling high above the heavens, making him feel all the more that rebirth was truly an almost impossible defiance of the heavens.

"Such grand ambition, a rare talent of the realm, the fortune of the Han, the fortune of the realm," Cui Yan muttered to himself. Truly, under the current circumstances, only Dong Hang could strike that balance between the Xiliang army and the imperial court of the Han.

After arriving in Hong Kong, she even made a special trip to Yuen Long to buy her son's favorite wife cakes and egg rolls.

"You are truly the one who understands my heart best." Dong Hang let out a laugh; Xiao Ying was indeed clever.

With different professions and varying living environments, the required clothing would naturally differ as well.

"You killed my mother, and I ache to reduce you to ashes and scatter them to avenge her." Though heavily shackled, You Ziyu made no attempt to conceal her deep-seated hatred for Lin Fengchu.

Glancing at one another, neither of them had expected that this legendary Lord of the Underworld would turn out to be such a person.

Zhou Tian did feel a certain sense of guilt in his heart. Apart from the initial period when this disciple stayed by his side, for the sake of his safety, he had kept him stationed in the rear ever since.

Shangguan Yu and the others all around were frozen in shock by the scene before them, completely unaware of what had just transpired.

As the sky gradually grew dark, Wu Yu heightened his vigilance, found a large tree, and dug out a cavity at its base just large enough to accommodate his body. After crawling inside, he sealed the entrance with soil.

After finishing all this, Shangguan Yu hurried back to Liu Yun's side, watching her surroundings with extreme caution and not missing the slightest rustle or movement.

On the other side, Cheng Xiaoran was in no better shape; her hair was disheveled, and bruises covered the corners of her eyes and cheeks.

"Young Master Liu, this great eagle is the Black Tiger Sect's only flying mount, capable of traveling a thousand li a day."

As a renowned and formidable expert on the Supremacy Rankings, this black-clad swordsman was experiencing such a fatal crisis for the very first time.

Lu Lihan had originally intended to murmur some cheesy sweet nothings to Su Yiming, but upon suddenly hearing his son's remark, he almost burst out laughing.

Zhao Jie's eyes were still smiling, but a single drop of her own blood splashed onto the corner of her eye, slowly sliding down as if she were weeping.

"Zixin, don't worry. I will figure out a way to handle this matter. Get a good night's rest today, and don't dwell on what comes next," An Chuling comforted her.

That day, the carriage crossed the Huai River and continued northward. That night, under the cover of pitch-black darkness, Li Jinglan and Fu Haiqing slipped away from the surveillance of all factions through the tunnels of an inn belonging to a Black Guard outpost, crossed back over the Huai River, and quietly returned southward.