Chapter 100: Collecting a Debt at the Door

“This is Ruan Mianmian’s residence, right?”

The man with the gold chain pulled a document from his pocket and placed it in front of Ruan Jianhua. “This is the money Ruan Mianmian owes us. We’ve come to collect.”

Ruan Jianhua glanced at the paper; it was a loan contract.

“Are you sure you’re not mistaken? Ruan Mianmian is well-off now. There’s no way she owes you anything,” he said.

He had only seen Ruan Mianmian a few days ago; she was living comfortably.

At the bottom of society, the common people lived in obscurity and exploitation. Over ninety percent of their labor’s fruits belonged to others. Some were even worse off, their very lives not their own.

After being beaten, this man noticed Wu Tian’s impatience and fear gripped him—worried Wu Tian might kill and seize the treasure. Before Wu Tian could act, the man wisely handed over the “Starlight.”

Following the siege of Linzi, the Wuling Army launched two assaults, depleting much of the Cao forces and their private guards.

This was a promise from Mu Rushuang. With her status in the Heavenly Sword Sect far above Luo Feng’s, even the sect leader would show her some respect. Her cultivation far surpassed Luo Feng’s.

Thus, when Mu Feng heard the fierce swordsman Ao Shuang declare his challenge to Wanyan Jin Clan, sparking outrage across the martial world of Eight Desolations, he used Ao Shuang’s voice to spread the challenge far and wide: to travel a hundred miles daily over thirty days, awaiting challengers from the Eight Desolations.

Subjected to countless tortures by Jiu Fangyin, he finally mastered the Nine Yin Meridians, refining his pure Yin true essence.

When Shen Yue apprenticed beneath the cliff in Black Pine Forest, Lu You immediately transmitted a vast amount of information into his mind.

Importantly, those who learned were not uniform in style; each had their own ideas and forms. Their strategies and philosophies were uniquely theirs, not imposed by others.

Because of this, Song Yu’s speech never felt laborious. Instead, his calm and measured tone fostered a sense of closeness.

Eighty percent of Su Nan’s skills were self-taught. If anyone could be called his mentor, it was the two elders—the Lords of the Underworld and Heaven—who once guided his cultivation direction.

Wu Lei sensed the overwhelming power of the great Dao erupting from Caesar’s body, his eyes narrowing slightly. The genius of the Phoenix Clan was truly well-deserved.

Two classes flew by quickly. When the bell rang, Wang Xuanyan exited the directing department campus with the students. After a phone call, Scarlett arrived within minutes.

“I want you to bear my child,” Mo Chen said like a frenzied beast, pouncing on An Ruchu, tearing and biting roughly with no trace of tenderness.

But this was a golden opportunity—collaborating with Sofia Coppola was an excellent start for Scarlett. He couldn’t afford to hold her back.

“Yes, Zihan, it’s all in the past. Besides, I’m not free now. I’m about to get engaged. I really wanted to invite you to our engagement ceremony, but when I called your old number, it was disconnected!” I said.

“Master,” Liu Yiyi sweetly called out, no less coquettish than Li Ying. Instinctively, I turned to look.

“Stop murmuring. Arrange the time. I want to meet Ye Qing,” Mo Chen said, lowering his head and continuing his work. Without looking, I already knew the expression on his face.

“Shall I do it then?” After Ye Feng gathered the dice from the floor, Du Yu offered.

“Liu Yun, Du Yu, you owe me an explanation for today,” Lord Long said calmly, his slow tone carrying an unyielding authority.

If not for Brother Hua’s timely interruption and constructive suggestion, he might have been struck down by Jiang Jinshan’s palm just now.