Chapter 130: That Day, I Saw Wen Ni Kiss Her Uncle by Marriage

Wen Ni followed Zhou Jingyi on their way home.

Wen Ni let out a heavy sigh. "A scheming man, a sinister, crawling schemer."

Zhou Jingyi looked at Wen Ni speechlessly.

Wen Ni said, "Jiang Shaobai wants to collaborate with you, and since you couldn't refuse, you called me over to divert everyone's attention and make Fang Zhiyin back down. You really are a mastermind."

Zhou Jingyi smiled and asked, "Are you angry?"

Wen Ni spat disdainfully.

"Is it not yet time for the butler to take his medicine?" Li Shanjin asked with some puzzlement.

Without a word, he hurriedly followed, looking outside as the bell outside rang continuously, echoing through the sky. The deserted ground was shrouded in a misty haze.

Although the Purgatory Purple Spider was not under Qi Tianshou’s command, her senior brother served under him, so her attitude toward Qi Tianshou was ambiguous—respectful but not overly so.

Damn, I mastered the art of concealment. Originally, I only displayed my cultivation as the fifth level of the Star-Attracting Realm, but now it makes me appear as if I’m only at the third level.

Then his gaze shifted to Feng Lin in the distance. No wonder the person before him was so terrifying—not of this dimension.

"Both father and son, don’t fight over me. If you do, it will only make me the victim. I won’t ask for much—just take a few sets of clothes as you please," Wang Hao said.

From the jade-tiled pavilion, heading west, Tang Seng urged Sun Wukong to unleash his power in the most straightforward and brutal way.

There was no other choice. If he didn’t act personally, he couldn’t guarantee his position as the demon king.

Earlier, Qi Tianshou’s conversation with the East Sea Dragon King was simple. With Ao Guang’s intelligence, he clearly understood Qi Tianshou’s intentions. The Ten-Thousand Saints Dragon King left little impression—just a low-tier Taiyi Xuanxian dragon.

Soon, a man appeared, leading a middle-aged man with sparse, yellowish hair and partial baldness—likely the shop owner.

“The Angong Niuhuang Pills and Zixue Elixir have been brewed. As for this treasure pill, I’m waiting on news from you two. Once the hawksbill turtle arrives, I can start brewing immediately,” Sun Yao said, looking somewhat weary, dark circles under his eyes, as if he had strained them without rest but was still pushing through.

Despite his realm and strength, he still couldn’t wipe out those guys in one fell swoop. One must admit, the immortals of the Cloud Realm truly possessed considerable ability.

But the tense atmosphere was soon shattered by the sounds of fierce battle. The Blood Moon Gang had come to annihilate them all. With the Tiger and Wolf gangs now at odds, it was the perfect opportunity for their purge.

What happens standing outside all night in just above freezing temperatures? Undoubtedly—catching a cold.

With a sigh, he nodded, casually pulling a token from his Tongtian Ring. After weighing it in his hand, he presented it before the Demon Emperors from all directions.

Recalling those dark days, a violent aura suddenly surged from Li Wei, filling the entire carriage.

The voice was soft and gentle, like a spring breeze brushing the heart, carrying a uniquely familiar warmth.

The servants had long since packed clothes and some food onto the carriage, including nourishing supplements, and even accompanied a doctor for Granny Ashan’s treatment. Upon seeing the two depart, the servants eagerly came forward to attend to them. Liu Qingyan and Lu Siguan boarded the carriage, arriving shortly at Lu Yujian’s doorstep.

Su Bing immediately felt relief within. Her goal was simply to find out if Fu Yunfei had leaked any information about her.

Many people in the martial world possessed far more integrity than imagined. Take Zhuo Jue, for example. The only reason he compromised initially was because Meng Tianxing promised he would never make him act against his conscience. Others, like Gongyang Zi or Zhao Liang, had similar restrictions; otherwise, they would have gladly died.

Ye Mai’s heart jolted. Although he disliked hearing such words, upon reflection, they made sense. If curing an illness truly required throwing money at it, then the very soul of traditional Chinese medicine would be lost.