Chapter 83: I Strike!

Zhang Yuemei saw through everything—Chen Fan doted on Shanshan! With Shanshan present, would Chen Fan dare lay a finger on her? She stood her ground and refused to hand over the money; what could Chen Fan possibly do about it? Damn it, she knew Young Master Song, yet she couldn't bear to part with two million? Besides, even if she lost the protection of Chen Fan and Young Master Song in the future, with two million in her hands, Zhang Yuemei could still...

If anyone else had said these words, they would have sounded harsh, but coming from Pei Xi, it was like picking them up lightly and setting them down just as gently.

"Of course I'll rescue them, but I don't do it for free. That so-called code of chivalry depends on circumstances. If I don't squeeze out every last ounce of value from them, it would be a waste of my brothers in the Earth Banner digging tunnels for three months," Chen Mo said with a laugh.

The wound from the animal trap was deep, and Bai Ruzhu had no choice but to stitch it up with needle and thread. By the time everything was done, midnight was already near.

Li Bin never let a good martial art slip by. Delighted and expectant, he opened the booklet to peruse the Purple Venom Divine Palm.

Looking at those cameras hoisted on shoulders, poised to capture his every expression, and the reporters holding microphones or phones, ready to record his words—who had dug this pit for him?

Ding Chunqiu's manic laughter brought utter disgrace upon the Beggar Gang; even the Shaolin monks who had just been about to step in to help You Tanzhi now wore gloomy expressions. Meanwhile, the Star Sect's sycophantic cheers, accompanied by drums and banners, made the martial heroes at the scene grit their teeth in hatred.

However, the diagram of this formation was later obtained by a spiritual cultivator of the time, who then deciphered and improved it. The formation they created, based on the profound teachings of the Mystic Sect, was even more powerful. It was said that, when cultivated to the utmost, one could challenge ancient deities. Thus, it was named the Mystic Heavenly Godslayer Formation.

Yet the enchanting scene did not last long. Even as the carriage slowed, a thousand-meter avenue passed in a moment, and the carriage entered the city through the southern gate, one of the four main gates set in the outer ring wall.

"Then let me go to Qizu Mountain with you and Dengdeng to suppress the bandits. We can stay in a nearby village. With the secret guards protecting us, it's much safer than staying in the capital, where officials keep oppressing us," Bai Ruzhu suggested after some thought.

The faint fragrance on Zhao Zhiruo drifted into Xu Lang's nose. He couldn't restrain himself and began to unfasten Zhao Zhiruo's clothing. Zhao Zhiruo cast a furtive glance at Cheng Yiyi, her expression betraying slight reluctance.

These days, although they all lived under the same roof, they saw little of each other and spoke even less.

Wang Jinmiao and Wang Yanqiu were taken out every day by their boyfriends for fun. Even Wang Tiechui was battling through Summoner's Rift with Chen Shujun, while she—so "lucky" to have found such a boyfriend—was sent here to work every single day!

Did this fool really think that becoming the crown prince’s father-in-law would let him put on airs before him? Utterly laughable.

Everyone was stunned by Butler Bai; no one expected the usually taciturn steward to suddenly become like this.

Not only had heavy guards been stationed around the perimeter, but men were also sent inside to attend to the deposed emperor, with strict orders that the servants were not to mistreat him, or they would face military law.

Without any warning, her vision was suddenly restored. Even Xia Hanqing herself could hardly believe it.

Zhu Ziyu had no idea what Jiang Si had said to Yu Jin. With a dark expression, he nodded and walked towards the pavilion.

Meanwhile, in the world below, even the aftermath of a single battle could trigger an earthquake at best, or shatter entire regions at worst.

"Sister-in-law, why are you looking at me like that?" Mrs. Li asked, feeling a strange sensation as Ning Yumo inexplicably stared at her.

Grace, Ao Gu, and I waited outside; none of us said we wanted to go in. We all knew that Qing Nian had deliberately chosen this moment to enter, precisely because she didn’t want us there when she did what she was about to do.