Chapter 130: Rob Them on Sight

A bonfire now burned in the cave that once served as the lair of the demon clan. Its flickering light illuminated a portion of the dark cavern, though the surrounding areas remained shrouded in gloom.

Several small demonic beasts were roasting over the flames, and the atmosphere felt somewhat oppressive.

"Understood, we will be careful. After a day of rest, we will venture a bit further into the outskirts to scout, but we won't go too deep. We just want to check the situation in the zones held by other beast kings."

Huang Yuanguang walked in just as he finished the communication, noticing the silence of everyone present.

"What the hell is this?" Lin Lang stared, dumbfounded. He continued to look to see what else there was.

The teleportation array activated, and the two of them instantly arrived in the Kingdom of Luyue. As they stepped out of the array, they found themselves in a trading market for cultivators, where practitioners milled about.

In truth, the moment Meng Xueyao saw the figure in the black robe, she understood what had happened. However, what she could not grasp was where Ji Jingzhu had gone. Could there be some secret hidden within this pool?

Lin Qiqi walked up to the original owner and Yu Chengxuan, kneeling on the ground, powerless, as tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.

Qin Guanglin narrowed his eyes, a cold light glinting in his gaze as he weighed whether or not to just slaughter this old bastard with one strike.

The man and the dragon fought their way further and further away, gradually leaving the village behind and drawing closer to the old willow tree at the village entrance.

Mangshan City had regained its vitality; rogue cultivators flowed in and out of the city gates in an endless stream, their cries and peddling shouts echoing incessantly.

"To be honest, that man has countless soldiers under his command; he wouldn't even spare a glance at scrawny wretches like us."

Luo Xiangxiang was usually most adept at dealing with such rascals and hooligans; a few lashes of her whip were always enough to get the job done.

While Li Cha was dining with Zephyr, he remained unaware that his arrival had already set the Marine Headquarters into motion.

Because of Nuan Nuan’s current state, the villagers of Liusha Village were stunned that she was so wealthy. Could the wife of an ordinary soldier—a military doctor—really be this rich?

With a sudden splash, the morning sun finally broke through, and his eyes immediately stung with a sour, sharp pain.

He no longer remembered anything of his past life. He did not remember that he was Yan Jingshen, nor that he was her "Brother Jingshen." Thus, he had already convinced himself that the man she loved was someone else, and that he was merely a substitute.

He had been in such a hurry earlier that he had failed to notice the renowned and legendary Master Kongming, a man of profound Buddhist wisdom who had supposedly transcended the mortal world and retreated from all worldly affairs.

As soon as they stepped outside, Jiang Wan and the others saw a black Maybach parked at the entrance. The figure leaning lazily against the door was none other than Qiao Sheng.

"One million seven hundred thousand taels!" Since he had already seen through Lin Wushuang’s scheme, Ximen Zhuixue didn't mind playing along, just to let the fellow have a taste of being trapped by his own web.

However, up until now, while Nancy’s actions were intended for the benefit of the Michelsens, she was also far too prone to causing trouble.

Rong Yan was well aware that when she moved to kill Lu Jingting, she had also harbored the thought of dying alongside him. If he had died then, she would have followed him into the grave.

His true form was a great rhinoceros, so even in human shape, two horns still sprouted from his forehead.

Gu Qiuqiao’s reputation in Shangou Town was no less than that of Doctor Bai; the townspeople almost all queued up to seek her medical care.

"Hand out!" Monk Youyuan dropped his smile, produced a two-finger-wide ruler, and spoke with terse brevity.

Such injuries were undoubtedly severe, but fortunately, the Great Evolution Creation Art continued to circulate, slowly mending his body. Nevertheless, his skin remained riddled with wounds; the gashes from sword energy, the bruises from heavy blows, and the punctures from sharp blades left his flesh a gruesome sight.

Ye Jinmu could sense what was on Zhong Qinghe's mind, but there was nothing she could do; she had even grimmer truths to reveal to him.