Chapter 27: Money Is as Worthless as Dirt

I was taken aback for a moment, feeling as if there was something more behind the old man’s words, as if he were hinting at something. I gave an awkward smile, thinking to myself that I’d made it out alive, hadn’t I? Silently, I shook my head and didn’t continue the conversation. Seeing my silence, the old man smiled kindly and pressed on, “Are you here to rob graves too?”

“I…”

At the entrance of the hall, the four people stood ashen-faced. They seemed to have realized their fate; the despair in their eyes was unmistakable. Yet, when their gaze fell upon the pitch-black, lightless demonic blade in the center, all four straightened their backs; a look of grim resolve shone in their eyes.

“Du Yi, I only wish to establish my own sect, to carry on my senior brother’s will, to pass on teachings and knowledge. I have no intention of joining any sectarian strife—why must you oppose me?” Zhenlong replied coldly.

“Did she say anything unusual? Leave you any messages or instructions?” I pressed on, unwilling to let it go.

Yet, no one could have expected that Leng Wuxin, Wild Wolf, Mad Dragon, and the others had already reached over five hundred levels, closing in on six hundred, while Qin Feng was still lingering just above a hundred.

Having traveled so far and fought a battle, seeing Shaya now gave me the feeling of returning from the carnage of war to find the tranquil beauty of the world beneath the quiet moonlight. Yet, after hearing her words, a sudden irritation welled up in my heart.

As he finished speaking, I saw him stretch lazily, as if he had just woken from sleep himself.

But in response to my statement, Li Mu, standing before me, was clearly displeased—his nose nearly twisted from anger.

“You’re the Master of the Longevity Temple…” The demon’s expression changed dramatically. In the eyes of their demonic race, the greatest enemy in the Cloud Wastes was the Longevity Temple. Only the Longevity Temple was a true threat; the so-called Four Sects and the demon race were not worth mentioning.

“Perhaps this is the last vestige of power left behind by the blade’s soul as it faded…” he muttered to himself.

Five seconds—to slay a Nightmare. One had to understand, the Nightmare was by no means weak. Though not the strongest or most monstrous among the gods, he was still a prodigy of this generation.

“Sister Cao, look.” Bonebud, ever sharp-eyed, immediately spotted the remains of a god hovering amid the swirling dust.

This season in Ligue 1, the rankings were bizarre. Paris Saint-Germain, who had been among the top three all season, suddenly collapsed in the final stages. Marseille surged to enter the Champions League qualification zone, but now only Monaco and Lyon remained in contention for the top spot.

After much persuasion, we finally convinced him to take the items for now, telling him that if he didn’t need them, he could pass them to Hanhan when Hanhan returned. If he did need them, then what we gave him would be his to keep.

Moreover, the assassin had taken poison and died as soon as he was captured alive. When his mask was ripped off, his face was found to be disfigured beyond recognition, making it impossible to identify him. Zhao Zhixin’s methods were swift and decisive.

Madam Qi sighed as well. “Who would have thought Lord Wu was so sentimental, even asking someone to look after his family?” Master Chen San’s visit to the pleasure boat—could it have been for this? The more Madam Qi thought about it, the more she felt she had wronged Master Chen San before.

“Alright. My brother’s always wanted an elder brother to look out for him, and now his wish has come true. We’re off, Brother Song, Sister-in-law—rest well, and when you’re discharged, treat us to a big feast!” Luo Ye said as she pulled Luo Feng toward the door, with Mother Pan hurrying ahead to open it.

“Now’s not the time to assign blame. Besides, it’s not shameful to make mistakes against players like him. Didn’t I only react afterward too? It’s just lack of experience… What I’m thinking is, how do we deal with him?” Zhao Yaning spoke up.

After leaving Madam Qi’s room, Zhou Langhuan went straight to the main kitchen, asking the cook to prepare Qi Zhongxuan’s favorite pastries. That evening, when Qi Zhongxuan returned from court, everyone gathered in Madam Qi’s room for dinner.

“How are preparations for ‘The Flower of Fire’ coming along?” A beastman, decked in lavish attire and wearing glasses, inquired of his companion.