Chapter 38: The Smiling Tiger

One of the youths in yellow yelled loudly, while the other in blue even went so far as to spit viciously into the food.

Ji Sisi could tell at a glance that these two men were here to pick a fight.

"The lunchbox you just bought costs two yuan."

"Oh, when did I ever buy it? You're just trying to extort money. If you want this young master's money, you'd better see if you have what it takes," the man in blue said with a lewd and insolent swagger.

"You're talking nonsense—" Pei An'an was furious, but before she could finish, Pei Jingyuan's sharp gaze stopped her in her tracks.

Besides, given her wife's beauty, the wealthy suitors trying to win her hand had practically worn down their threshold back then. If she had wanted to make that kind of choice, she wouldn't have waited until now to pick some frivolous second-generation rich kid; it simply made no sense by any logic.

Near his street, there were people planted by the Scorpion to block customers from passing by, causing endless annoyance, yet Scarface didn't dare to put up a fight, knowing very well whose influence was at play behind the scenes.

"Very well, then let me propose a wager. If you can cure that patient, I will have no objection to your appointment as a distinguished professor," Ye Mo said.

Tian Yu curled up in a corner, his eyes tightly closed. He had actually woken up long ago, but he didn't dare to open his eyes because he lacked the courage to face the cruel and merciless reality of waking life. Another reason was that his head throbbed with a splitting, heavy ache; the chill of the damp and stuffy night had quietly invaded his body.

When the first snowflake drifted down, a lone branch of red plum blossoms—unwilling to remain unnoticed as it stretched beyond the white wall—was already laden with buds. No doubt, after a night of heavy snow, when morning came, it would be in full bloom, standing proudly amidst the freezing world.

Feng Su stared into her round, phoenix-like eyes, which seemed to burn with two tiny flames of fierce possessiveness. Anyone who didn't know better would think he had been abusing her and starving her.

Wei Jiang lowered his gaze to the chief eunuch, who lay crumpled on the floor like a dead dog. The man's face had turned completely pale as he kowtowed continuously to Wei Jiang.

During the meal, Luo Huiling almost buried her face completely in her bowl, not daring to meet Wang Anna's gaze at all.

Xia Yan, kneeling outside the main hall, gnashed her teeth in anger upon hearing this, and suppressing her fury, she turned and left the Eastern Palace.

As for the common folk, they either had to sell off their farmland and property, sell themselves into servitude, or simply starve to death on the streets.

Half an incense stick of time later, Chu Xinlan returned with the Supreme Elder. The Supreme Elder had chosen to submit, and Xing Yuan did not stand on ceremony with them either; he produced two more pieces of yellow ritual paper. A trace of bitterness flashed across the Supreme Elder's face, yet he accepted them all the same.

The task of purchasing supplies was left to Lady Zhang and the others, while Jiang Zhiyue returned to the camp deep within the mountains of Old Pagoda Village to select an escort team to accompany Ming Yixi and his group as they departed.

This bell was originally the Myriad Buddha Ancient Bell of Spirit Mountain, imbued with the collective spiritual intent of ten thousand Buddhas. It possessed no clapper, nor could anyone sound it.

Huai Zhian looked at the robust, bronze-skinned, white-haired giant before him and naturally still remembered the fellow's identity.

Chen Jun was unfazed; big bosses were nothing new to him. Dafai and Guandao were still locked up inside anyway, and who knows, maybe they would grow fond of each other over time.

However, everything possesses its own uniqueness. As long as one maximizes the utility of that uniqueness, it can rival even greater power.

Below the realm of transcendence, every cultivator is bound by the long river of time, and Huai Zhian and Shanyu were naturally no exception.

"Um... Master?" After walking forward for a certain distance, Hua Ling'er spoke to Su Moqi, though she still felt somewhat unaccustomed to it.

However, Xue Bing was standing quite close to Sun Shangxiang at that moment, so he heard it clearly. Moreover, he sensed a pair of tender hands softly tracing back and forth across his back, gently massaging every single wound they touched.

Along the way, Situ Mingkong had been quite courteous. Whenever he encountered a monster claiming to be an "immortal," he would first use the Drunken Immortal Gazing at the Moon pace and the Immortal Wind Cloud Body technique for support, follow up with the Stealing Dragon and Plundering Clouds skill to grab some treasures, and only then resort to slaughter. Take the Drunken Arhat, for instance; Situ Mingkong had patted him down several times and stolen three jars of wine.