Chapter Thirty-Five: An Easy Entry into the Finals

Zhao Yuan had certainly heard about the incident as well. He never expected things to turn out this way—he had unwittingly become the great hero in the hearts of everyone in town. He couldn’t help but laugh; he had only come to participate in the competition. When he signed up, victory wasn’t even on his mind. He simply wanted to do his best—winning would be wonderful, but if he couldn’t make it to the end, at least it would be a valuable experience, broadening his horizons.

Yet this unexpected fame brought Zhao Yuan a great deal of trouble. Now, people crowded outside the inn every day, all hoping to catch a glimpse of this near-mythical figure. The moment Zhao Yuan set foot out of the inn, someone would call his name. Before he could even see the person’s face clearly, they’d already taken his arm and ushered him back inside.

Once inside, Zhao Yuan was led to a private room, and the guest said to the waiter, “Bring the best wine.”

After a while, the dishes began to arrive, one after another. The waiter served them in turn, and Zhang Donghai sampled each as they came.

“Auntie, there’s no need to worry. I’m best at reasoning with people. I’ll go out and talk to them. You and Liu Qing can have a good chat inside. I’ll join you in a bit!” Xiao Yunfei said with a smile, utterly dismissing the crowd outside. Surely, no real experts could come out of these remote mountains.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Up in the air, the Titan opened fire on the Su family guards below, whom it had already auto-targeted. The Su guards hadn’t even noticed this airborne weapon—damn, it was fully automatic, too.

And the elven fine wine? All they needed to do was keep the elves in check, and every month, heaps of strategic gold coins would be delivered.

“Qiaozhen, wake up, Qiaozhen, wake up. I came to see you and brought you some specialties from the northeast,” Zhang Donghai said, pointing to a black plastic bag.

Cao Liangse enjoyed this atmosphere. Every time he returned late at night, Ye Lusheng would pull him aside, carefully checking him over for injuries.

“Whether his intentions are good or bad, we have strengthened our forces both outside and here. If the Azure Dragon Gang dares to make a move at Third Master’s birthday banquet tonight, not a single one of them will leave alive!” Wang Zhongyong’s tone brimmed with confidence and authority.

“That’s not my concern. I just need to know if he’s the chosen child,” Meng Fan said, instructing the man to bring the child along with him.

A shark lunged at Zhang Donghai’s head with its jaws. Zhang Donghai bit right back at its head—crunch! His own head was unscathed, but half the shark’s skull was bitten clean off.

Indeed, Lizhu still remembered the look of anger and fear on Old Madam Ye’s face when she heard the name “Yingsu.”

After Seven Kills tossed the equipment to Optimus Prime, we paid him no further attention, despite his glee. Instead, we turned our focus to the two remaining golden chests.

“How beautiful,” murmured Yan Canglan, who had quietly slipped out of the palace, unable to restrain his admiration for the exquisite figure beside him wrapped in fox fur.

“You misunderstand. Feixuan never meant it that way. She was just… just surprised, nothing else,” Shi Feixuan seemed to care very much about Shi Qingxuan’s opinion, and offered a reasonable explanation for her earlier words.

One had to admit that this man truly understood her. She had always wanted to resolve her grievances with Lansu with her own hands. If not for her, the troops would probably have marched on Loulan long ago. Moreover, Yan Canglan’s delay in deploying forces was also an effort to win her a reputation and dispel the circulating rumors through concrete action.

In the land of Penglai, at the place of Tanggu, there grew the immortal Fusang tree, located north of Heichi. It was said to have originated from the bristles of Pangu; also known as the sacred Fusang tree, it grew in forests much like mulberries. It bore fruit, and its trunk could reach a height of two thousand zhang, with a girth of over a thousand. Its branches soared to the heavens, spiraling down and reaching the three springs below.

“Is that so?” drawled a certain fox, his tone icy with mocking laughter, the very image of a villain.

A jade-colored robe, a dark green silk sash—the same icy beauty, the same currents of thought, a mutual understanding that spoke of a love meant to endure.

At the referee’s command, Shinji and his opponent Rinko each released their first Pokémon onto the grassy field.

The Refining Realm, Level Four was for tempering the skin, Level Five for tempering blood, Level Six for tempering bone, Level Seven for tempering marrow. Once a trace of true energy had been cultivated in the dantian, one entered Level Eight. When true energy filled the entire dantian, it became Level Nine. When true energy suffused the whole body, one reached Level Ten.