Chapter 63: Everyone Is Getting Better and Better

Tian Xiaoli demanded that the Li family compensate her for her losses, as well as pay for the abortion and nutritional expenses, totaling two hundred yuan. Two hundred yuan was enough for Li Debao to marry two wives and still have money left over. Li’s mother, incensed, launched into a tirade, cursing in the harshest terms she could muster. Tian Xiaoli no longer cared; if Li’s mother wanted to curse, let her curse. In the end, for Li Debao’s sake, she knew the money would have to be paid to settle the matter.

When Li’s mother told Li’s father what had happened, he was so furious he grabbed a broom to beat someone. Li Debao immediately knelt and begged forgiveness, admitting he had been blinded by temptation and promising never to act recklessly again, that he would live properly.

Incredibly, this led to a climactic showdown between the peerless master, the Evil Dragon Lord, the Human Emperor, and the Holy Mother. Yet, in the end, Han Lang was still banished by the Evil Dragon Lord.

Meng Anying’s heart tensed. A wounded beast’s desperate counterattack was always the most vicious killing move. She saw that his gaze was sinister, as if he wished to devour Chu Anlin alive. She gripped her sword hilt tightly and quietly shifted her steps to stand in front of Chu Anlin, wary lest the former manor lord’s mind snap and he launch a sudden attack.

“I have some matters that are appropriate to discuss now. I want to tell you everything,” said the person sitting across from Cheng Yitian beneath the fir tree, having made up his mind. Though his eyes still showed hesitation, his attitude was resolute.

No sooner had he finished speaking than a strange laughter echoed overhead: “Your lies are so smooth. You dare use my people as local resources? Kongtong’s bull-nosed old Taoist, you haven’t changed a bit, hahaha!” The voice was cold as an owl’s cry in the night, laced with internal energy, causing the surrounding treetops to shed layer upon layer of leaves. Tang Yuancheng felt his eardrums buzz.

“It’s all because the Soul Returning Pill is so miraculous—it preserves soul and spirit, almost granting immortality by other means,” Ling Mo said, narrowing his eyes.

As for Lei Chong denying that Cheng Yitian was Shen Fangfei’s disciple, Du Boyang looked at Lei Chong, hoping he would answer personally.

“Don’t refuse a toast only to drink the penalty. Hand over your equipment and I’ll spare your lives; otherwise, get ready to lose levels!” Archer Grace called out, simultaneously drawing a feathered arrow from his quiver and nocking it to his pitch-black longbow.

The carriage jolted along, carrying him through countless thoughts and endless melancholy. In a daze, he returned to reality and glanced at Nangong Xue’s profile. Her delicate features were pale, exuding a heartbreaking despair and a serenity as though she might vanish in the next moment.

The giant python recoiled once more, but Ling Tian’s sword energy left not even a trace on the creature’s twin horns.

Lu Sanjin, the richest man in Haicheng, received the news immediately, his heart nearly leaping into his throat. The others were surprised to see him so agitated—after all, it was only a driver who had been involved in an incident.

Shangguan Yunfei looked at Wan Qiu, genuinely appreciative, though he disliked mere brute courage. He hoped Wan Qiu possessed not only valor but true skill.

Then, Huo Tingxiao took Jing Jiaren’s wrist and turned to leave, abandoning Xu Qingpei and her subordinates, who trembled in fear.

“Our Ghost Gate specializes in surgery and acupuncture. The seventeen ancestral needles of Ghost Gate are said to originate from Guigu. The famous physician Hua Tuo of the Three Kingdoms era was also one of us.” The Ghost Elder spoke as he opened a cloth bundle, revealing golden needles inside.

Yaoguang had forgotten how to converse with others, for a servant need only give orders, and father and teacher required only to answer the questions posed to them.

Tao Zhengcheng did not leave; instead, he sat on a single sofa, propping his head with one hand and tapping his knee, observing and sizing up Han Yi.

These two were strangers Shen Lang had never seen. Startled, Shen Lang quickly sat up and stared at them warily.

Wang Zhilan’s smile slowly froze on her face. It was as if she needed a moment to realize his words referred to herself.

Later, Lady An was caught consorting with others. Whether the rumors were true or not, Lady An would find it difficult to regain favor in the future.