Chapter Ninety-One: Esteeming Talent

There was another point as well.

He had not come to the Jin household as a guest at all, but as a designer. Finishing the renovation of Jin Baor’s room as quickly as possible was the most important thing he could do at the moment.

With the Jin family’s wealth and resources, the girl’s room was transformed in just a few short days.

After Yan Xuan personally finished painting the entire room, there was no need for him to handle the work that followed.

The only troublesome matter was Jin Minchen’s treatment.

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“Who told you that?” Gu Yi was deeply displeased. Who had gone and led Madam Gu astray, filling her head with filthy jokes?

Once inside, Shen Xinyi led Old Master Gu into the dining room and seated him. She set the dishes before him, and the old man was indeed hungry, so he began to eat first, planning that once he was full he would settle accounts with that unfilial grandson, Gu Yi.

And he alone stood there, swallowed by shadow, a look of weathered sorrow and desolation strewn across the ground.

“We have no officers here, only chiefs,” the guard behind him corrected. He Bo’gu looked at the guard; he appeared to be only sixteen or seventeen, still childlike in face. Were it not for the military uniform and the holster at his waist, he would have been no different from an ordinary boy on the street.

“Maybe he really went to the underworld,” Hu Shuntang said, clutching the can tightly and putting it back into his backpack.

When Shen Xinyi received the call, she hurried to the hospital. She had only just been discharged herself; the wound on her foot had only just healed, so she still had to be careful when walking. Gu Yi was uneasy and accompanied Madam Gu on the trip.

But in the end they were still a step too late. By the time everyone arrived, a whirlpool-shaped black abyss had suddenly opened in the lightning-rent sky. Its terrifying force of suction almost drew everyone inside. The people of the southern frontier hurried to grab hold of trees and objects to steady themselves.

Angela and the others immediately turned around and saw Nangong Yuhan standing behind them with a blank expression, looking at them. Yet they could not tell what was on Nangong Yuhan’s mind.

Bai Ya told the two of them that Bokai had another good brother, the last of the four of them, named Fulan. His skills should be above those of Gu Xu and Bokai, but they had not encountered him these past few days. He ought to have one of the connecting tokens Bokai had given out, but for some reason he had never come looking.

Su Jin understood that Young Master Mo Li must have had something very important to attend to, otherwise, given how fond he was of her, he would certainly have come to see her.

But there was no other choice if they wanted to save a life. After some thought, he felt it could work, and nodded his agreement.

“As expected, it is the power of the divine tree that devours all things. Though it has not fully awakened yet, digesting this strand of evil aura is effortless,” Yao Fa said with great satisfaction.

Besides, so many memories surging in all at once would leave the weaker clones dazed and slow to recover for quite a while.

By contrast, Voldemort was far too unreliable, hiding every plan from him.

Li Chenghao inwardly grumbled while keeping a charming smile on his face—Yan Min had described it that way, saying his smile was actually quite infectious, though he himself did not seem to smile very often.

Yao Fa clicked the world traversal function, and there was only one world available for travel: the world of Shinobi.

So the atmosphere at the scene did not sink simply because the true host, Li Chenghao, was absent. On the contrary, it seemed even livelier than before.

Perhaps influenced by his past life, he placed even greater importance on money than most wandering heroes did.

As for whether parasitic spores could achieve this? Heh. The shapeshifting of the spore clone could not be detected even by the Byakugan. One must know that the Byakugan could see even the body’s meridians with crystal clarity; if it could not even see through the internal organs, then during the Fourth Shinobi War, White Zetsu’s disguised assassinations would have long since been exposed by the Byakugan.

Wang Youcai, Zhou Zijie, and Zhang Wei looked at the villa they had finally managed to move into, and their hearts were also filled with a thousand mixed emotions.