Volume 1, Chapter 40: Taking Risks on the Periphery

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I was taken aback.

I set aside what I was doing and looked at A-Long.

Since coming here, I had never heard him speak to me in that tone before.

It sounded almost as though he needed a favor from me.

“Just say what it is!”

I answered just as directly.

He had helped me so much before that, whatever he asked, I would not refuse.

“If this works out, you should be able to get at least two hundred thousand, right?”

I nodded, and he continued, “I want you to lend me that money so I can use it for something else.”

Although the money was not yet in my hands, I had already planned how to use it.

The minimum would be two hundred thousand. I would certainly pay off the family’s debts first, then slowly distribute whatever remained.

He took a huge bite. It was so hot that he leaped about in agony! Wan Qing hurriedly handed Jing Yan a jug of water. He gulped down several mouthfuls before feeling a little better.

In any case, if I spent this moment arguing with him, it would be utterly pointless. Rather than waste time on a meaningless dispute, I might as well think about what I could do now to change the situation and save everyone.

Just as the young man’s sword came within a few feet of Gu Chen, an enraged roar suddenly rang out.

At that moment, many people had already begun looking at Nie Tian with pity. Even Han Ling could not help taking a deep breath. Could Nie Tian really defeat Yan Chengjun?

“You—you—you’re trying to pull something again today? No, something’s wrong with you today. You never talk this much.” Zhaba suddenly froze.

This was a war destined to enter the annals of history—a war in which heroes emerged, an old hero passed away, and a new hero arrived.

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He spoke of shame, but where was the slightest trace of shame on his face? Chen Yuan shook his head in disappointment.

The West Mountain Taoist Temple was enormous, with buildings standing everywhere and no fewer than one hundred and fifty or sixty rooms. After looking around, Chen Rong chose the safest courtyard on the eastern side and settled there.

After answering, Liu Guodong did not leave. He hesitated, as though he still wanted to say something. Hong Chengxuan seemed to understand what was on his mind, so he waved a hand and indicated that he need not hold back.

“Husband, you must be tired tonight.” Yang Liuer affectionately hooked her arm through Qiu Qianjian’s. Looking at the counterfeit Yang Liuer, who still had not changed clothes, she could not help bursting into laughter again.

At that moment, Ancestor Tianhuan suddenly unleashed countless flying rings, all aimed at Chu Tian. But the power of the Hall of a Hundred Saints protected Chu Tian.

As for Steward Ji, he now looked completely like a charred lump of coal—burnt on the outside and tender within. Only his wide, unblinking eyes remained visible, staring in utter bewilderment.

Although Ma Zhe’s words sounded somewhat alarmist, they still made everyone take the matter seriously. Many people began considering it carefully.

Inside the artificial hill, Jia Qing tied up his sweat towel himself. Looking at Second Lady You, still crouching before him with her hair disheveled and her head buried low, he let out a long, satisfied breath.

His family had been a single-lineage household for generations. After finally having a grandson, they discovered that the child had cerebral palsy. The blow was absolutely devastating.

He was truly frantic now. He had offended quite a few immortals, especially figures like Marshal Tianpeng.

Between heaven and earth stood a city that had endured through the ages. Amid the vicissitudes of time, the city had kept everyone but one person. All the splendor before him would eventually fade, yet at that moment he continued to gaze into the distance—he had always gazed, never moving as day followed night. When darkness descended, who would depart?

As Zihan’s figure vanished, astonishment filled everyone’s eyes. They stared at the scene in disbelief, their hearts trembling uncontrollably. Everything before them was so incredible that it seemed like a dream. At last, they understood why Zihan possessed such confidence: no one could hold him back.

“Once I defeat you, only the last one will remain. I hope you won’t disappoint me too much,” said the Japanese warrior.

From beginning to end, Qi Xiangxiang had believed that Aunt Fang was merely an ordinary nanny hired by the family, one who had simply worked there a little longer than usual.

The Giant Rock Guardian nodded as though it only half understood. Though pain throbbed in its mouth, it understood that protecting this land was its responsibility—and the source of its strength.

“Hmph! A mere demonic obstacle—how could it possibly trap me?” Qing Xuanzi shouted coldly. His voice reverberated across the sea of blood, making even the waves tremble.

After saying this, Liang Jiamu shifted his seat beside Su Yunxi and gently tugged at a section of her sleeve.

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Before long, the ships surrounding the Baratie Restaurant began sailing away one after another until they disappeared from sight.

It was hard to imagine that the blood clan feared by Westerners could, in Academician Chen’s eyes, be nothing more than a collection of exceedingly rare corporate drones and beasts of burden.

They both understood what the other was thinking and tacitly stopped bringing up those questions. It was the best way to handle things.

Why had she always kept her distance from the Sheng family led by Sheng Yuntao, and been especially irritated by that family?

Minzai continued to look smug and pleased with himself. Badminton demanded agility and strength. Anyone who could not run would wear himself out—and lose miserably.

To help care for the child, he had deliberately hired two nannies. Now, apart from looking after the baby, Zhang Meixiang spent her time strolling through parks and shopping malls. Her life could not have been more comfortable.

“Sis, Ren Xian is sure to win.” Shen Yuejiao had not gone over, but she had already begun announcing his victory.

“There is an old saying in China: much depends on human effort. Some things must be done regardless of whether we win or lose, simply because we have a responsibility to the players,” Li Fangcheng said firmly.

“Finished washing? Come over here and watch Journey to the West with me. The remote is on the table beside you—bring it over while you’re at it and change the channel.” Meiling’s older brother had already prepared sunflower seeds and candied fruit for her, leaving her a seat beside him.

Lin Ai decided to pretend to be blind. In his previous life, people had merely called on everyone not to eat meat. These robots were even more extreme—they would not allow anyone to eat grass either.

In that instant, it was as though a bolt of dry lightning had struck him. His blood turned into surging currents racing through his body, while his mind filled with a deep, thunderous roar.

“…”

Fine. That was quite a powerful excuse—just a coincidence.

Lin Ai could only turn his head away expressionlessly, then shift his gaze toward Adam and Eve with profound annoyance.

Without the Han family, someone would certainly have been willing to deal with Ling Hao after the auction if he offered enough of a reward. But with the Han family backing him, that plan was destined to fail.

“That’s impossible. None of the human souls I’ve encountered showed the slightest sign of savagery…” Lin Ai suddenly thought of Dragon Ball, and the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily. That probably did not count as savagery, right? If I spent enough time with a fellow like Totoro, I would probably end up becoming like that too.

Ling Hao considered himself fairly steady-minded, yet even he became briefly immersed in the warmth of those points of light before suddenly coming back to his senses.

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