Chapter Ninety-Two: Elder Zheng Is in Trouble

"Brother! Are you really leaving? Can’t you take me with you?" The little girl Jin Bao'er had been waiting at the door for some time; as Yan Xuan came out, she hurriedly spoke up.

Yan Xuan smiled wryly. He had no idea why he attracted young girls’ affection so easily; perhaps, as he’d said to Wu Youting before, he carried the aura of a friend to maidens.

But taking Jin Bao'er along was clearly out of the question. If he brought this little girl...

Philiru suddenly turned his head, glaring at Grim Joe with a murderous intent that seemed to surge like a tidal wave. His fists clenched so tightly that his nails pierced into his palms.

Yu Fan laughed softly and looked at him. "Then what are you doing here? Could it be that Hou Shao and the others are here too?" After speaking, Yu Fan glanced around, but failed to spot any sign of Hou Ye and his companions.

"Thank you," Lan Ming winked at Jiang Feng, then set down a box of Hibiscus King cigarettes and a lighter, turned, and left, closing the door behind him.

The battle among the insects did not last long. Dramatically, they were utterly routed.

After leaping into the iron-backed centipede, flames pouring from his body, Wang Chen opened his mouth and spat out blazing arrows, desperately trying to set everything alight. Meanwhile, Lei Feng, upon his command, marched forward to meet Old Grave Mountain.

As dusk fell and night descended, people rarely seen in everyday life made their appearance one by one. To preserve the air of mystery for the auction, Four Seas Auction House issued only a hundred tickets to the public; even so, prices skyrocketed to a frightening level.

Xu Ping and Li Zicheng struck three palms together, marking the new regime of Guiding Virtue as unanimously recognized by the bandit camp.

"Chongba..." he choked, calling softly, once again grasping that cold, lifeless hand. Memories surfaced one by one, dissolving into tears carried away by the wind.

"What’s the matter? Can’t do it?" From above her head came that intoxicating voice, tinged with teasing laughter.

Suddenly, she spun around and landed in an open space. The disciples from the various sects had already escaped danger and now gathered together, but seemed utterly at a loss for any solution.

As soon as Yue Ling'er entered the shop, she pulled Yang Zi along to inspect every corner, eager to find the real treasures within. Yet every item was surrounded by powerful spiritual energy, occasionally radiating flashes of light, making them look anything but fake. This headache left Yue Ling'er quite troubled.

Pan Di understood Shen Chen's meaning and nodded seriously before hurrying away.

This kind of livestream wasn’t something Long had watched much before, but he certainly knew what it was about. Girls on screen acted cute and coquettish, and the men watching sent them gifts. If a wealthy patron appeared and showered her with expensive gifts, the girl would reveal a little more, offering a perk to let the crowd of wolves feast their eyes.

In truth, it was no wonder that Zuo Mei’s thoughts ran wild. A notorious rogue from Flower City staring at her pajamas at dawn, repeatedly asking whether her husband was home—how could she not be suspicious?

After all, it was a good thing. In such a perilous environment, every bit of increase in strength benefited the team.

The throwing knives struck Xiong Yu’s chest with unerring accuracy—not one, but five.

Suddenly, Qin Chuan’s brows lifted, a flash of light swept by, and the Dragon Spine appeared in his hand. True essence energy spread out, locking tightly onto Arroya.

Zhang Bucktooth was dumbstruck; his mouth hung open, eyes wide, machete raised, but he dared not take another step forward. All along, the Venerable had been an untouchable figure.

"Hmph, when you advance to a Rule Magician, I’ll pass on the offering position to you, and the Demon Mirror will teach you as well." Gui Jing seemed used to Rong Ci's way of doing things.

It’s worth mentioning that Song Qiying had also become a regular member in the team competitions, evidently continuing the dual-profession tactics employed by Micro Grass and Blue Rain.