Chapter 117: Fickle and Unpredictable

Zhao Yuan’s expression shifted slightly as he looked at the person standing before him. He had never imagined he would find himself in such a situation. He knew perfectly well what kind of people they were, yet as he looked at the man, a strange feeling took hold of him: if he were to lose, it would be utterly humiliating.

"I will defeat you fair and square so that Zhao Ling'er knows who is truly superior. For someone like you, finding a wife in this lifetime is about as much as you can expect. I advise you to live out your days quietly; eventually, the family will find a place for you, and you can just drift through the rest of your life in obscurity!"

As soon as Yang Mu finished speaking, he saw...

These cultivators were of mediocre ability. Knowing they stood little chance of achieving a respectable rank in the grand tournament, they avoided participating and instead turned to swindling people by selling them goods.

Moreover, for a Foundation Establishment cultivator to use his full strength against a Qi Refining stage opponent would be an utter disgrace if word got out.

However, Gu Changsheng did not believe he could deceive Jun Zhantian, for he was no ordinary cultivator.

The moth spirit was certainly a helpful ally, and Fu Duoxi was naturally pleased. Once Xu Dian’s resentment was resolved, she would find a way to expose Wen Shiru’s true colors.

After all, one would be a fool not to utter a few polite pleasantries. To act arrogant and condescending would be the height of stupidity.

Gu Changsheng bore them no ill will, so he couldn't be bothered to harm them; he simply sent them flying with a strike.

Hearing the commotion inside, Han Yu immediately pushed the door open. "Master!" he exclaimed, his voice laced with concern. For the past few months, his master's condition had been deteriorating, and he refused to let anyone treat his injuries. How could he possibly withstand such a vicious blow from Mu Shao-gong?

"Alright, let's eat and chat. Zhusheng, you... eh?" Xu Zihao, standing nearby, began to speak, but before he could finish, his expression turned peculiar.

In the next instant, everyone had vanished. Only Han Fang remained, rubbing his temples and sighing heavily.

At this moment, Liang Yong’s door finally opened. Master Liang and Madam Ye emerged, each supporting the listless Old Madam Liang on either side.

"Lord Third Hokage." Fugaku’s state of mind had changed; he no longer harbored any emotions toward the Third.

The Rong family’s assets were vast, spanning not only the steel industry but also real estate, catering, and more.

Wang Sheng, however, hesitated. He had a premonition that once he surrendered the Marrow Cleansing Bead, it might very well impact his path in martial arts.

Just as Li Yan pulled at his tie, Rong Che suddenly grabbed her hand and pulled her forcefully toward his chest.

His vehicle was a car, not a house, so he certainly wouldn’t mind if the other party wanted to enter. But had it been a recreational vehicle, he would have refused outright.

In prison, she had witnessed the filthiest and most vicious acts, and it was there that she met the men who would change her life forever.

In recent days, Situ Yaling had been busy and joyous. Although she had initially been somewhat resistant to Chu Haoran and Situ Yaru sharing a room, she had grown accustomed to it. For their engagement banquet, she wore a smile on her face and joy in her heart, actively helping to arrange everything.

It was the same tea, the same cup, and the same boiling water—why was the taste so vastly different from the tea he had sipped earlier?

Cowardly? No, no, that wasn’t his style. As the Son of the Divine Palace, he had always been fearless, fearing only his wife and his parents. A mere Ten Thousand Beast Valley was not enough to make him back down.

The data had already been copied, and by tracing the signal, Lu Xuan had successfully located the other party's position.

Naturally, the cold gaze was not directed at Chen Zhuo, but at the ancestor of the Lu family—the grandfather of Lu Pu.

Qin Si echoed the sentiment, though in his heart, he cursed Ji Congliang for a fool, blaming him for his wasted excitement.

Zhou Danfei did not understand the situation; thinking she was laughing at the story, she became even more pleased, her voice growing increasingly vivid and expressive.

Later, the two went out for a grand meal. Having spent the last few days in the hospital eating bland, watery nursing meals, both of their faces had begun to turn sallow. After a meal rich in red meat and high calories, they both looked significantly more spirited.