Chapter 64: Fourth Brother, You... Little Sister Admires You

In the study, after Jiang Zao left with the two wandering souls, Lin Dongying slowly recovered, his eyes filled with vicious intent.

"Whether you are man or ghost, I will hunt you down... and tear you to pieces!"

Lin Dongying clenched his fists tightly, squeezing the final words out through gritted teeth... Because of the secretive nature of the matter, he only trusted himself to investigate it personally.

On the other side, back in her quarters, the more Jiang Zao thought about it, the angrier she became. Why should a scumbag like Lin Dongying live so carefree? If she had misjudged him, the martial arts school at least knew where he lived, and she could easily bring his creditors right to his doorstep.

Yet now, even after Elder Qi had announced the revocation of his qualification, how dare he still resort to violence?

Before his voice had even faded, Xu Zhaoxi's phone rang. He offered a polite apology to Su Menglin, rose from his seat, and walked off to the side before answering the call.

Cao Zheng looked at Li Long, who was speaking. A mere exchange of glances sent a chill straight through his heart—this was the oppressive awe born from the food chain, a primal instinct.

Gu Zhiru no longer had the heart to deal with him, her scattered thoughts thoroughly scrambled by the alcohol.

Now, regardless of whether they possessed the Sharingan or not, every member of the Mukaika clan had been gathered together, leaving the rest of them utterly baffled.

A ripple surged toward the monster that Slayin had become. As the ripple washed over him, Slayin's body slowly turned to ashes.

Slayin's own will had been ground away during the struggle for dominance over his body against the other forces within him. Now, stripped of the restraint of a conscious will, Slayin had been reduced to a deformed monster possessing terrifying power.

Fearless Powder? Cao Zheng felt a bone-chilling cold. What on earth had the old Cao Zheng ever been in that person's eyes? Probably not even worth as much as a stray dog.

Those venomous insects had been somewhat terrified at first, but unable to defy the commands, they could only brace themselves and swarm toward Wang Yue.

He quickly stood up. Once he made sure the armored corpses below had no chance of coming up, he followed Leng Yue in a rapid march.

Hearing He Su mention his name, Shen Li knew nothing good could come of it. Sure enough, as soon as He Su's voice trailed off, Shen Li caught sight of the flames of fury in the eyes of those two Hanlin academicians. The "old hands"? Wasn't He Su referring precisely to them?

Wait a minute, weren't there just two wraiths and two ghosts gathered together? How had Wanwan been replaced by Zheng Chenmei?

"Very well! Bingjue, your protection of a rebellious disciple has reached such an outrageous extent. Let's wait and see!" Bing Yi was furious to the extreme, addressing Bingjue—the current grandmaster of the Ice Emperor Sect—directly by name. After dropping this harsh threat, he flung his sleeves and stormed off.

The protagonist was not the empress in the tomb, but a Tibetan monk who, acting on the emperor's orders, had traveled far to the south and befriended the local sorcerers.

鴛鸯, Qingwen, Aunt Xue, Baochai, Tanchang, and the others all breathed sighs of relief. Jia Huan nodded, and with Baoyu's reprimand of Jia Huan brushed aside, Jia Huan chose not to probe too deeply into the affair between Baoyu and Qin Zhong. The matter was thus glossed over, to everyone's satisfaction.

Demonic beasts were even more straightforward than humans; the stronger you were, the more they admired you, especially when you defeated them using their own specialty—physical might—which yielded even better results.

"Alright, let's wait a few days and first go look for other Fire Flame Ganoderma!" Liu Changqing's figure blurred for a moment, a puff of black smoke swirled, and he vanished right before the double-tailed lightning scorpion. The scorpion then burrowed back beneath the base of the Fire Flame Ganoderma, lying flat and motionless.

Only unfamiliarity with the movements could result in such stiffness, yet only formidable strength could allow someone to keep up with the rhythm despite such profound unfamiliarity.

Nevertheless, his gaze was filled with a deep sense of gratification. He knew that Ying Fengying had forged his own unwavering resolve to win, and he would travel even further along the path of cultivation, perhaps even surpassing him.

"Indeed, there is no better solution. I only fear they won't let this rest so easily." Xiao Jing turned her head to look out the window. The sunlight was brilliant, and she offered a faint, gentle smile.