Chapter Sixty-One: Hotspring Temple

As soon as Cheng Yao opened the door, she rummaged through the pile of things Lan Yingchen was carrying, hugging, and lugging, and fished out the electric racing car she had bought for her nephew Cheng Nian. Like presenting a treasure, she hurried off to Cheng Nian’s room.

Meanwhile, invisible forces seemed to ripple outward in waves, spreading in all directions.

Tang Jin’s heart clenched—he was now even more certain that something must have happened to Xiaoying! He shook off the cursing aunt with a wild, desperate strength and bolted away.

“Deal!” Tang Jin didn’t want to haggle for more. The two men clapped hands, sealing their wager.

The Wolf Gang’s strategist, after fainting briefly, was roused by excruciating pain. The first thing he saw were deep blue eyes. It was those very eyes that made him forget the agony between his legs—an endless chill flooded his heart, as though an electric current leapt from his heart to his bladder. He nearly wet his pants.

After ten rounds, Hua Qianying’s lack of strength and experience became painfully obvious; her moves grew scattered and she kept falling back.

“Tinozzo can protect you for a while, but not forever,” Simon maintained a cold, unyielding expression as he faced Henry. His meaning was clear: either disband the scam ring and join Tinozzo, or join en masse—but above all, Henry himself had to join Tinozzo to ensure his own safety.

He could no longer distinguish reality from illusion, nor judge which was his true self.

When he shouted out 550,000, the private room fell silent; no one bid higher. Everyone present had attended auctions before—they knew this was the highest price ever offered.

When Zhuge Liang saw Liu Bei was set in his decision, he could only drop the subject. He knew tomorrow’s battle would be bitter indeed; victory could only be described as a faint hope.

Whenever Li Xu left the Water Curtain Cave for more than thirty thousand miles, he grew restless. The moment he returned, he felt grounded again. This strange phenomenon baffled Li Xu, who had just broken through to the initial stage of the Supreme Immortal realm.

“What are you thinking? Your head’s full of filth! It’s my mother who wants to see you—I don’t know what it’s about,” Murong Feixue’s face flushed with embarrassment at the accusation.

Zhang Haipo frowned. Lü Yulong represented the mighty Golden Immortal Sect; it really wasn’t his place to interfere.

Before he could even knock, the door swung open. In a blink, the large bowl of melons and fruit he’d been holding vanished without a trace.

To Liu Feng, the body’s extraordinary meridians, the twelve principal channels, and all the various acupoints were nothing but obscure, perplexing terms. In fact, whenever he memorized the end of a list, he would forget the beginning.

Yang Xue had reached her limit. Her delicate frame trembled, threatening to collapse at any moment.

“If I couldn’t stomach even this much, not even eight lives would save me!” Song Ziyang smiled faintly, turned, and strode out. Tong Hua followed at his side. Liu Kaikun looked good on the outside, but he was far too shallow—she had no interest in him.

Yet despite Zhu Ganglie’s words, the area around the cave entrance remained deathly still. There was no sign of anyone lurking nearby—only the thick, toxic mist slowly spreading.

With this move, Yan Zhenting became the new King of Gamblers at the Paramount. At that moment, he carried himself with the full poise of a big boss.

He and Li Xiao made their way to the Azure Cloud Hall. Before they even arrived, they saw Ban Che stumbling out of the hall, looking utterly lost.

Huang Chao glanced at Ma Shengling. Ma Shengling gave a helpless nod, and only then did Huang Chao unlock Chu Xi’s handcuffs.

Yang Yu saw the people from the publicity department praising Murong Xi—how outstanding and exceptional she was. The more she heard, the deeper her hatred grew. She wished she could strangle Murong Xi and erase her from the world.

Wei Yan’s eyes brimmed with excitement. He felt that Xu Ren was the savior of the Desolate Tribe, just as the Immortal Lord had brought them glory tens of thousands of years ago.

He pondered. To him now, an eighth-grade divine technique was rather useless, almost irrelevant in combat. He wondered if he should just discard all eighth-grade techniques to avoid wasting his time.

At this point, Wen Yu could no longer hide her face behind her fan at the bar. She had to grab the hand Feng Ling offered and look down in embarrassment.

Boss, is it really okay for you to go solo so openly during work hours? Aren’t you afraid the special assistant might also be online, and you two will run into each other?

A certain useless man, once again, nestled himself between Murong Yi and Murong Feng, keeping his head hung low.

Li Xiao faced the vast sea of clouds. Wisps of cloud drifted past him, making him seem all the more ethereal and carefree. As he spoke, his eyes never settled on Qin Wang.

Very few people knew about this effect! Zhang Yunlong had been searching secretly for a long time, but he still hadn’t found any trace of the jade coral.

Ying Zhongcheng’s three parting instructions were deeply engraved in Ying Si’s heart. All the way down the mountain, he kept pondering those two most important lines.

He stood tall, blocking the three great elders and the others—Yin Tianzheng, Fei Mengchen, and more—who had rushed over behind them. Without a word, he hefted his massive fist and delivered a brutal punch to each of them, one after another.

At that thought, Chu Tianyu’s rage erupted. If only he could leave someone alive, he would finally learn who his enemies were.

Before Zheng Ji could right himself, a blast wave from behind exploded with a thunderous “boom!” nearly knocking him to the ground.

The two men wore the same look of strategists—making it clear that, to them, those following behind were mere children.

“Master Jiekong, how can I leave this place?” Perhaps because of the guidance beneath the bridge earlier, Zheng Ji now felt a certain fondness for this monk named Jiekong, and found himself confiding in him.

Under Yefeng’s gaze, Zhou Quan felt as though he were in an icehouse—a chill rose from his feet, climbed his spine, and froze his mind. He quickly lowered his head, not daring to meet Yefeng’s eyes again.

“Have your friends already gone back?” Hu Yu thought of something and asked Zheng Ji in passing.

Though she had just crossed over to this world, she retained every bit of the original owner’s memory. She truly sympathized with the misery of that family.

Yes, but now was not the time to argue over these matters. If he brought up conflicts now, he would probably have lost his life already.

If she didn’t lie to save herself, the price would be her life—a price far too steep for her to bear.

Lu Yunjing could tell he’d given him quite a fright. With a helpless shrug, he repeated the order he’d just given.