Chapter 47: Nearly Ruined Her

“What did you say?” Xu Mingchuan didn’t quite catch it.

Xu Yancheng repeated himself, “I said, I want Lin Lu.”

Xu Mingchuan stared at him for a long while, saying nothing. At last, he asked, “What do you mean?”

Xu Yancheng took a sip of tea. “Exactly what I said…”

The man in the black robe knew his words had hit the mark. Young Master had told him to report back, which meant he had agreed.

Sui Xiaotian gave the crowd a confident smile. “Don’t worry, I’m sure of it.” With that, he strode toward the podium.

The Eight Trigram Shield in Sui Xiaotian’s left hand swiftly transformed into the form of a Yin-Yang Mirror. The mirror’s surface faced the evil spirit, and a gray beam shot forth instantly.

Jiang Yuanjin narrowed his eyes, watching the dreamscape gradually shatter. A sharp gleam seemed to flicker in his gaze.

Now, it was still best to seek out ghosts from other subjects, which could also absorb spiritual energy and increase his spiritual power value.

The last batch of pastries contained a year’s worth of doses—it was inevitable they couldn’t withstand it.

Of course, Murong Fu felt that, more importantly, he had not yet been completely defeated by anyone.

He’d already felt the spirit of cooking while stewing chicken soup; this time, with frying and roasting, he was even more at ease with the process.

Once in the game, the streets of Chang’an were already bustling. The entire plaza was packed with people. Rows of electronic boards stood tall, densely packed, all looking for teams.

“Is that so? Lord Vermilion Bird, what makes you say that?” The Elder of Three Purities from the Ancient Daoist Sect extended his divine sense, raising his brow slightly. Clearly, Chu Feng’s strength had taken him by surprise.

Far ahead of the cars trailing behind, you had to know the GTR was famed as the King of Mountain Roads, and on such winding tracks, it handled like a fish in water—the driver himself was supremely confident.

Tianchu had Yun Zhen and Yun Fei go ahead to find another way, and the rest followed the original path back.

For ordinary herbal formulas, he used porcelain bottles; but for the newly developed Gangyuan Pills and Herbal Bath Pills, he specifically used jade bottles.

Or perhaps he’d misjudged the opponent’s Pokémon—just as now: “Mighty Rooster, use Flamethrower!” Fierce fire and ice clashed in the air, instantly producing a massive cloud of steam that enveloped the whole arena.

With San Cheng’s straightforward command, A Si’s brow furrowed ever deeper. “Come back, Kickfighter.” The gym trainer recalled his Pokémon, which meant he had conceded the match, and San Cheng’s Fossil Aerodactyl claimed another victory.

Unfortunately, the mutated eagle had miscalculated. After all, the arrow was conjured by Xia Xiaosong—how could it harm him? Midair, the arrow simply vanished, leaving the mutated eagle utterly baffled.

Knowing full well the man was lying, Tang Beibei didn’t expose him. There was no need to make enemies, especially with two burdens in tow—they were her weakness.

“Shouldn’t it be the former territory?” What seemed like a moving tale of loyalty turned out not to be so. Perhaps he’d opened it the wrong way, and San Cheng couldn’t help but wonder.

Though she didn’t agree with the prince’s actions—she’d nearly died of anxiety, and there were Prince Zhao and others—it was too infuriating.

Qingzhou’s sarcasm left Jie’s face alternating between green and red, but years of cultivated composure from his high position let him rein in his temper just before it broke.

As Shang Ling’s third giant cleaver was about to take shape, a thick cloud of white mist exploded behind him, and Shang Ling was instantly blasted into a mass of blue vapor.

“There’s destructive energy within!” Huang Jie tensed, pupils contracting as he sensed the terrifying aura in the Black Flame.