Chapter Thirty-Three: A Comparison Between You and Me

The car came to a stop, and Yan Xuan and Zheng Weiwei got out, bringing Xiao Zhu along. Led by the driver, they walked down a long corridor straight to the rear of the building.

“This is a restaurant my grandfather and a few friends invested in,” Zheng Weiwei explained as they walked. “Since there are several gardens nearby, a lot of people come here for meals. I wonder what the chef has prepared for us today.”

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Chu Fengyun kept his eyes fixed on Yang Xian; only he could see that blood was continuously trickling from Yang Xian’s nose, and there was a faint, chilling aura emanating from his body.

Su Yan had drifted into a deep sleep once more in Ye Chengze’s arms. When she awoke, it was already three thirty in the afternoon.

Qin Haoxuan had never heard that name before, but it was clear at a glance that this was not someone to be trifled with. He turned to look at Defying Fate, noticing the displeasure on his companion’s face—not fear, but rather annoyance.

Jiang Wei’s proposal was far too tempting. Zhong Hui was finally moved; ordinarily, he would never have agreed, but who was Jiang Wei? A disciple of Zhuge Liang, a man who single-handedly upheld the fate of Shu Han. To put it bluntly, without Jiang Wei, Shu would have fallen long ago—Jiang Wei was a true leader.

Inside the space, Keke was staring curiously at the image of Fangfei on the screen. Fangfei, in turn, gazed back in astonishment. Fortunately, she had explained things in her earlier messages, or Fangfei would have suspected something was wrong.

Murong Chao stood to one side, listening to the words of praise. Glancing at Qin Haoxuan standing side by side with Xu Yu, he felt as if a blazing fire had been ignited in his chest, the pain almost unbearable. Yet what truly bothered him was that everyone was handing over their spiritual veins. If he refused to give his entirely, he would never live this down.

In truth, Tang Shi had always been puzzled. Gu Qingcheng had once treated Cheng Xieyi so well—why then had Cheng Xieyi turned against Gu Qingcheng, becoming bitter enemies?

Zang Ba also understood well that if he hadn’t taken advantage of Zhang Baiqi’s distraction to stab him, he might not have been able to defeat him at all. Zhang Baiqi’s martial prowess was indeed formidable.

Liang Shidou departed, taking with him those five Liang family experts who didn’t deserve to die, as well as the corpse of the patriarch.

“Zhao Yun went as well?” Pei Feng was surprised, even delighted. With Zhao Yun there, the two of them would have a much easier time fighting their way out together.

“The specifics aren’t for you to know. This concerns intelligence about Dongxiang.” Yang Chun hadn’t expected that the State Security Bureau was aware of the Dongxiang Agency’s situation from the very beginning. Did that mean Yang Daxi had always been under their surveillance?

Wang Meng’s intentions were clear to Shi Qing. Whether Ma Qiu could seize control of Guanzhong was still uncertain, so Wang Meng’s advice to Shi Qing to marry Ma Gu was likewise tentative. Now that Ma Qiu was poised to take Guanzhong, Ma Gu’s status had risen sharply, and Wang Meng naturally urged Shi Qing with all his might.

Unexpectedly, the creature Arthur summoned this time bore a striking resemblance to a giant demon ape—black fur, thick limbs, a massive body. Yet there were subtle differences: Arthur’s giant demon ape had no curved horns on its head, and its face was sunken, unlike the typical flat-faced giant demon apes.

Finance Minister Li Dingming stared at Yang Hongsen in terror, recalling vividly how Yang Hongsen had earned his first fortune; back then, even jumping into the Huangpu River required a reservation with the bridge authority.

Elsewhere, this would be nothing more than a trivial amusement for people after meals, unlikely to cause any real impact.

Han Feng took the yellow paper packet, and as soon as he opened it, eight sparkling spirit stones flashed inside. A faint spiritual energy drifted from them like mist, and after inhaling, he felt instantly invigorated. Beneath the spirit stones was a note; Han Feng moved the stones aside and unfolded the paper, which bore a dozen crooked lines of writing.

I held the horsetail whisk in my hand, trying my best to face the oncoming wave of spirits with calm. It wasn’t that I was unwilling to use my ultimate technique or call on Silly Tiger; it was simply that, under these circumstances, it was impossible to unleash such power. As for Silly Tiger, he had only just recovered from his wounds. In this situation, it was best to conserve some strength.