Chapter 86: One Act of Initiative, a Lifetime of Introversion

Waiting Hall.

Bai Jun walked toward the meeting place he had arranged with his older sister, casually chatting by phone with the others in the party.

Lu Wei: Have you brought everything? Don’t be careless like last time.

Teng Yusheng: Reporting in, Chairwoman. Everything’s with me.

Lu Wei: Good. Where are the others now? I’m already at the villa.

Zhou Qiming: I’ll be there in ten minutes.

Wang Chanchan: About an hour.

The torn and damaged meridians could be restored to their original state through the healing of spiritual energy. Yet by now, Feng Luocheng’s meridians had been shattered everywhere.

Below the mountain range, the dragon-robed youth arrived late, with a group of young men in yellow robes behind him, all radiating a terrifying aura.

After Fu Bo examined everything and found no problems, Su Hao packed all the items away. It was not the time to inspect the spoils yet.

What was astonishing was that the skeleton and the human formed a yin-yang fish structure. The golden skeleton lay against a black background, the golden human against a white one. The skeletal arm holding the bone and the human hand were in contact, and the entire image turned like a whirlpool.

Villains and demons almost never bothered to dodge. The rocket shells detonated right in their midst, followed by several thunderous blasts. Flames suddenly spread through their ranks, and every demon within the blast radius was engulfed in fire.

Then, step by step, he walked through the empty air, lotus blooms rising beneath his feet. Dark black lotuses appeared under Zhang Wouji, like successive stairways.

A holiday break was only natural, but for the master of the house to invite everyone to drink was rare indeed. The hundreds of craftsmen erupted in cheers and thanked Master Ma again and again.

"Your Majesty, should we have someone announce the meal? Or should we disperse?" Ma Hanshan finally could not hold back any longer.

If the lampshade was not sufficiently translucent, then the advantages of the fire-water lamp could not be fully brought into play, and all of it would have been for nothing.

"Forgive me for being discourteous, young sir." Fan Ziyuan returned to the hall and clasped his hands in apology to Ma Hanshan.

Just as he hesitated, the elder of the Liu clan had already flashed up before him, and the towering waves of fire behind him left a butterfly-shaped footprint upon the ground.

"Don’t speak. Pretend we know each other!" Brother Yao said shrewdly, pressing close to Ouyang Bingbing with a threat in his voice.

From the moment they entered the grand hall to the moment they entered the elevator, the big dog did not say a single word. Only a contemptuous smile hung on his face, and he held his head high, chest out, looking extremely arrogant.

Desert nights were not warm, so lying in ambush and waiting in one place was hardly pleasant. But in order to rescue Qiao smoothly, they could only wait patiently.

"Why not? Am I not stronger than the men here?" The blond, blue-eyed foreigner showed no sign of giving up. He swept a faintly contemptuous glance across the room.

A powerful vortex of blood qi swept over Chu Ge's clone, stirring heaven and earth alike as it battered Chu Ge's clone and the humming blood mirror, intent on shattering them both.

"That’s right. I am the master of the Heavenly Treasure Sect." Although Chu Ge’s side was formidable, the well-dressed sect master of the Heavenly Treasure Sect showed no sign of nervousness. He merely nodded lightly in acknowledgment.

"Did you forget what Meng’er told us? We cannot meddle in other people’s affairs. Every move we make will change history," said Ying.

After all these years, he had endured in silence not because he had lost his business sense, but because he feared that the people of the Crimson Shadow would be drawn out again and harm his family.

Wang Sheng had long since anticipated this outcome, yet he still felt a tinge of disappointment.

The chief bandit did not idle either. He swung a staff at Scarface, but Scarface, after all, was the leader of the death warriors. Even while enduring the pain brought on by the Extreme Pill, he could still hold out for the moment and delay until the pill took effect.

The only thing that struck Jiang Ce as a little strange was that using a Buddhist cultivation method to learn Daoist techniques always felt, somehow, a bit like betraying one's ancestors.