Chapter 69: Full of Confidence

The next day, Lu Fei’s Divine Emperor Hall had completely taken over Martial City, and all the underground establishments once belonging to the Yama Hall were now under his control. Luo Yutian held the nominal position of deputy hall master, but in reality, all affairs were managed by Ouyang Zi. After the battle the night before, Lu Fei’s trust in Ouyang Zi had deepened, and he delegated even more authority to him.

Ma Jucai’s family was not only the largest underground force in Martial City...

Thus, the 1,500 soldiers had no choice but to move into the temporary barracks set up outside the town, leaving more and better houses for the noble scions.

I merely glanced at it, and could no longer keep my composure; my phone slipped from my hand to the ground, and I instinctively took two steps back.

Strangely enough, although we’d often wandered the streets before, I’d never noticed this antique shop. Perhaps it was because I’d never paid attention to antiques before; even if I’d passed by, I wouldn’t have gone in. What caught my eye this time was a piece of black jade.

No matter how you looked at it, the Evil Soul was a troublemaker. If this fellow wasn’t dealt with, it would no doubt cause problems in the future.

I suppose Qi Dawei wanted to meet Shang Junle as well, which is why he called me at noon to confirm the time for tonight’s meeting.

“The Medicine King Valley took my mother away, and the Peaceful Heaven Sect tricked my father. What’s the point of me staying here in Floating Cloud Town?” Zhang Qin was utterly exasperated.

Huang Zhengmin seemed to realize disaster was upon him and stopped pestering me, immediately abandoning the tattered remains of the paper effigy.

The basic Windwalker talent caused the hemlock javelin to be surrounded by a gentle breeze during the first two seconds of its flight, preventing any air resistance. Its speed rivaled that of a powerful crossbow bolt, and its straight-line range reached seventy meters.

Yin Shui gave up her secular life for Chen Zhaoning, yet Emperor Qi, in order to win over powerful ministers, married his own sister to the prime minister’s eldest son.

She knew all too well that they did it for reputation, so that others would worship them, not for true honor—especially not the honor of representing their country on the international stage.

“General Meng, how do you feel? Do you think my master and I have the ability to break through the siege?” Yun Mei smiled faintly, tapping her fingertip on the sword. The silver-white blade was spotless, not a drop of blood upon it, and it rang with a low hum, instantly revealing the weapon was no ordinary sword.

“One day, I’ll know the answer,” Ling Yu said, then turned off his phone and went to sleep. He had a match with the Sky-Piercing Team tomorrow and needed to rest well.

“Let’s go,” Ye Tianchen said indifferently, though inwardly he was secretly delighted—he knew his plan had succeeded, and Miao Leiyu had taken the bait completely.

Liu Yifeng had not intended to train in an intermediate martial art for his second tier, but after today’s battle with Kuang Fengli, he realized deeply the importance of such skills.

A Ferrari stopped in front of Qian Mo, and a strikingly handsome man stepped out. He wore a suit and a white shirt underneath, and sported sunglasses.

Ling Yu ran downstairs, worried that Leng Qingyu might wake and alert the thieves, and rushed straight to her room. He pushed open the door and went in.

Although his position was still concealed among the trees and hard to detect, he was actually not far from the Black Skull and the Three-Headed Hellhound.

“No, wait, wait, let’s talk this over, we can discuss anything. What do you want? Wealth? Treasures? I have them all, I can give you anything,” Luo Mang quickly pleaded.

Guo Jing then asked, “You don’t seem to be from Song, brother. May I ask which country you hail from?”

Ling Yu was in a hurry to find materials and hadn’t wanted to help, but since fate brought them together, he decided to go along with her. Besides, he could earn some money—why not?

“Aunt Feng, we’re no honored guests. We’re just imposing on you,” Zhao Yuan said with a laugh. With his family in tow, leading two donkeys, they followed Huang Gufeng and his wife into their home.