Chapter Thirty-Four: I Do Not Take Disciples

"Grandpa, you're so unfair!" Zheng Weiwei was furious and turned to leave.

"Stop right there!" Old Zheng finally had to speak up. "A young lady shouldn't go to the kitchen. That's a place full of men."

"But..."

...

Zhang Yunzhi smiled and said, "With your limited skills, you want to catch a demon? You should be grateful if you don't get eaten by one. But, come to think of it, it's quite strange."

"Third Uncle, the earliest train we can buy tickets for departs from Qianliang to Guangzhou at 10:40," Hu Mingchen reported back to Hu Jianqiang after checking the train schedule.

It wasn't until dusk that Wang Zhi finally breathed a sigh of relief. The wall was finished, and the section chosen by his eldest grandson was indeed long.

"Class monitor, I have something I'd like to discuss with you. Could you stay a bit longer?" His face returned to its mischievous smile, as if he'd already forgotten what had happened during PE class.

"Why do I see a few strands of white hair on Master’s head?" Zhu Zhu, seeing her master vanish, couldn't help but remark.

Huang Wei, accompanied by his lover, left under Hu Mingchen's mocking gaze. There was no chance Hu Mingchen would actually invite him for tea, much less become friends with him.

Before arriving at this shop, Qiao Mei thought it would be just like any ordinary cosmetics store she’d visited before.

Xin Liao'er, riding a particularly tall and slender-limbed Cappadocian warhorse, charged toward Li Zheng's position, bow drawn and arrow aimed. Yet Li Zheng was well guarded by loyal Han warriors.

"Alright," the dance teacher glanced at Annika, nodded, packed up a few things, and left.

Not long ago, beneath an overpass somewhere in Shanghai, a rebellious voice muttered to itself, "This feeling... could it be him? He’s back. He’s finally come to release me. Damn, he should have come to release me ages ago. Sigh! Why is he heading toward the center?"

Knowing Zhang Ruyun wanted to escape, Shen Qixia was caught unprepared. She stared wide-eyed, unsure what to say. Yet she was pleased with the youth’s ability to gauge the situation, and as she shook her head, she quietly waited to see what means Zhang Ruyun might use to escape from the Elder of Pear Mountain.

After trekking over half a mountain, they finally arrived at Master Liu’s residence! It was much like the grand brothel courtyard at the front gate, except here there were more flowers and the trees were lush. What surprised Wan Ying most was the farmland at the far left of the courtyard! Like a splash of red amid a sea of green, it looked incredibly warm and inviting.

Qin Yibai was stunned by Father Yu’s words and looked in confusion at the old man’s mysterious smile.

The odd man, Black Snake, didn't hesitate; he stepped in, his body vanishing as if submerged in water, and the whole slab of Ten Deer Spirit Stone grew quiet.

As he spoke, he had already walked over to Ye Wanling, taking her away from the banquet to talk privately on the third floor.

Xu Yang flipped his hand, and a flaming battle banner appeared. As it unfurled, the surface revealed the image of a blood-red monument.

Jiang Huairen knew he had to block it. He ignored the Blade Demon, his nerves taut, his hands weaving rapidly. Frost Dragon Flame entwined, forming a wall—a barricade of frost and fire that blocked the tornado.

The old man, though well past seventy, was still tough as nails, utterly unfazed by dozens of gun barrels pointed at him. For this alone, many younger talents could not compare.

Ye Xiu’s movements were like a startled wild leopard; he sprang from his seat straight out the car door. And in that instant, his gaze finally fixed upon the true culprit behind the attack.