Volume 1, Chapter 62: Ah Hai

Four years later, on the detached island, at the central villa.

Qiao Ruoxi slipped into a long white down jacket, took the white daisies handed to her by the butler Cheng Yu, and prepared to head out.

Perhaps more importantly, although they had encountered bottlenecks in their cultivation, the real reason they decided to join the Fangs Ghost Lair was likely because they had faced utterly desperate circumstances in their personal lives.

At that time, actor agents were not yet common; most actors were signed directly under entertainment companies under strict management, almost never allowed to film for external movie studios—unless, of course, the boss above had established a cooperative relationship with another company.

Hearing Lin Ziyue's reply, the others didn't think too much of it, and so the group began to move, flying toward the direction of the rift valley.

Hearing this, Zhang Jing shook her head secretly. Lin Ziyue's gentleness was his greatest strength, yet it was also his greatest weakness; at times, gentleness equated to an indecisive cruelty.

Huo Sixuan was shaken, never expecting that Huo Jun, who had always ignored Huo Meng, would suddenly display paternal love and side with Huo Meng today.

It was said that the reason the irises in his garden bloomed more brilliantly and prosperously than anywhere else was entirely because corpses were used as fertilizer.

Huo Huiying had been riding under the sun for over ten minutes, her face flushed, and beads of sweat slowly trickled down along the black hair at her temples.

"The premiere was back in April, and now it's already July! Why are you only telling me this now?!" Xiao Yufei slammed his hands on the table and stood up, glaring fiercely at Lin Ziyue.

"Ah, I don't blame you. I can only blame myself for getting old and useless. Just a minor accident like this has triggered my old ailment," Li Leping said weakly.

He had lost his safety net, and Kan Long had lost his as well. The stark disparity in strength suddenly made him acutely feel the confusion and pain of being in the position of the weak.

"Regarding this matter, this deity can make a promise here: as long as the Grand Marshal gives your blood to this deity, I can guarantee to let all of you return to the surface. What do you think?" Feng Jiutian said with a smile. He greatly appreciated defying the heavens, which was why he had said so much here—preferring not to resort to violence if it could be avoided.

At this moment, Tang Zifong no longer possessed his initial composure, and his dodging movements lacked their previous lightness. Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that even if he won this match, it would only be a narrow victory.

For some reason, Xin Shiniang, who was originally serene and refined, felt a bit irritated whenever she saw Chu Feng. She never had a pleasant tone when speaking to him, likely because during their very first encounter, Chu Feng had snatched her ten-thousand-year-old ginseng spirit.

Chen Fan broke into a brilliant smile; he decided to unleash this absolute trump card.

"The next inner sect assessment and the sect tournament half a year from now!" Ye Jian patted Lü Feng's shoulder and said.

In recent days, the flow of people coming and going in Wenling had steadily increased, and the villagers' homes were already filled to capacity. This was the mandatory passage from the northern territories to Jiangnan, populated largely by martial artists, and business at the blacksmith shop was thriving as well.

Then, with a movement of his feet, he instantly appeared before the dwarf and slashed down with his sword. The dwarf raised his golden hammer to block, but after Ye Star's strike, a distinct sword scar had been forcefully gouged into his massive golden hammer.

Judging by the information left behind by previous transmigrators, this person indeed possessed such a rigid and repressed personality.

"That's right, Boss Zhao, my young master said that your fourth uncle, Mr. Zhao Si, is currently practicing medicine in the county town. Would you like to go see him?" Wan Ning asked.

Besides, even if it really were a ghost, as long as physical damage could be effective, Chen Yi would definitely not mind smashing it to death with a club.

"Alas, you guys are too slow-witted. This young master won't play with you anymore." Dropping those words, Master Bao turned around coolly and walked away.