Chapter 43: Extortion
Thursday dawned clear and bright.
Yan Ming’s spirits mirrored the weather—sunny and unclouded.
Though he lived in a cramped inn, his job prospects dimmed, and his sister’s medical bills remained unpaid, an inexplicable joy and excitement stirred within him. This feeling made all current hardships seem trivial; he was certain that after this dark tunnel, light and hope awaited.
Last night, Yan Ming and Yin Nian sat together in the thicket by the lake until well past ten. His affection for Yin Nian had only deepened, reaching new heights after that evening. He truly longed to possess her, yet he restrained himself. He understood clearly that, since his love was genuine, he could not force her into anything against her will.
“I’m not ignorant of which herbs work well together, so I just got a bit of each,” the presiding Daoist said with a sheepish smile.
Beyond that, the occasional alchemical techniques employed by Lin En amazed Piemon. Though many of these methods were unfamiliar to him, they opened his mind, revealing new ways to experiment. He wondered what effects might arise if such techniques were applied flexibly in other trials.
“Mountain Leader…” The voice on the other end of the phone was faint, almost a whisper, yet carried an unshakable chill.
“Just starting out, can only sense the primal energy; the talent is quite average.” The system’s words were as cold and indifferent as could be.
Besides our three races, the Immortal Spirit Continent is home to descendants of ancient deities like the Vermilion Bird clan, the Qilin, the Tushan妖族, and the Golden Crow tribe.
Although Du Kai knew his farm and black market were formidable—stronger than most present—he remained quietly seated without showing off. After all, as an external observer for the Special Affairs Bureau, it was not appropriate for him to dominate the conversation in such a setting.
Zhu Ansheng lowered his head and first noticed the bra in his hands. He awkwardly hid it behind his back and smiled sheepishly.
In fact, during Lin En’s era, news of anyone dying from tetanus had become rare, thanks to the ever-advancing and perfected medical technology of modern society.
“Sorry, Herve always causes you trouble,” Cecilia said to Lin En soon after Herve left.
However, Squad Leader Song spoke rightly: Our Great Qi fears not the Youqiong; rather, our king descends from Emperor Shun and wishes that our descendants of Yan and Huang never fall to foreign hands.
When Xie Lingfeng entered the clubhouse, he simply told the doorman the name Taolong. The reception was immediately respectful, and he was ushered in. It seemed that in just a month, Taolong had already made a name for himself in Yunling Province, truly a savvy commercial wanderer. Xie Lingfeng was satisfied with his original decision.
He was not wrong—killing Daiming was also a way to observe and test Chen Feng’s abilities.
Not to mention Kumagai Taro, one of the Blood Rose’s elite, even Gangcun Limei and the others looked at Ye Fan with great apprehension. This man was a terrifying presence they dared not underestimate.
Over there, even peak-level Qi-seers dared not wield their swords before the sword cultivators of the Ten Thousand Swords Villa.
Lin Lang was momentarily speechless; recalling Luo Hebin’s brutal methods from yesterday, fear gripped him so fiercely his legs trembled.
His gaze settled on Ya Bin, who was similarly young and whose age could not be discerned from appearance. Strangely, a man without arms was surrounded and treated almost like a central figure.
Over the past month, Wen Zifan’s care had been meticulous and heartfelt, not only teaching him sword techniques but also genuinely concerned for his well-being.
This skill was most suitable for the current situation—flexible enough to evade the impact of the nine hundred shield wall’s charge.
Guan Shaoqiu looked at his former comrades and all those who once flattered him warmly; now, they had all changed their demeanor. Filled with anger and despair, feeling utterly forsaken, his heart sank deeply.