Chapter 150: Each Has Their Own Needs

Jiang Huaiting returned to the old Jiang family residence.

Li Xinchun was keeping Mrs. Jiang company. In the past, Mrs. Jiang had not been fond of Li Xinchun, but the Li family was no longer what it used to be! Moreover, Li Xinchun was incredibly devoted to Jiang Huaiting, making her easy to manipulate. Having an obedient daughter-in-law was far better than having an uncontrollable one.

"Auntie, this is a supplement I asked a friend to buy from abroad. I hope you like it."

"Are you Zheng Qingyu?" Mike felt a chill run down his spine and hurriedly looked behind him. There was no one there, and no one around; the police officers who had apprehended him, along with their patrol car, had vanished.

"Alright, I am now going to refine the Five-Colored Stones. You must all stabilize the four poles and do not let the firmament collapse!" Ming He instructed the Sages.

However, Lin Sumo, who was leaving, did not notice that the shopkeeper, who had been dozing behind the counter, had woken up at some point. He lifted his head to watch Lin Sumo’s retreating figure, a strange glimmer appearing in his murky eyes.

Although these minor injuries were nothing to someone at the Divine Treasury Realm, they proved that Xiang Chu truly possessed the strength to contend with a master of that level.

***

After the messenger left, Lu Yu opened the letter while heading back to his room. Liu Qian glanced at him from time to time, full of curiosity about the person who had written the letter.

Leading the cavalry was Wang Lin, an old brother from the Nine Dragon Stronghold. If Yuan Qi had not already left for the Yan State, he would have been the one leading the cavalry to defend the Penkou pass at this moment.

"Mother," Feng Tingbo called out. His voice was neither gentle nor cold. It was much like his relationship with Mrs. Feng—not particularly close, yet not distant.

Feng Jianxi nodded as well. Seeing them so composed, Yun Zhiche’s heart slowly settled.

At this point, Fu Junqi’s expression changed drastically. Her right hand instinctively gripped the hilt of her sword, and a murderous aura emanated from her.

Tian Dan was a decent man. He knew that in this moment of crisis, he had to share the hardships with his soldiers, and so he did. As a result, he won the support of the entire city's populace and troops. In terms of morale, they had already gained a significant advantage over the enemy.

"Missionary Deckard Cain, what brings you to me?" Adrian did not care for the pointless pleasantries that others engaged in; he considered it a waste of time, so he asked Deckard Cain directly, getting straight to the point.

Shiji fell into a silence. Having walked through all eleven halls, this was the first time she had encountered such a hall spirit—not only was he shirking his duties and refusing to move unless asked, but now he was playing dumb to try and brush her off.

Every time the two exchanged a blow, it produced an explosive sound. It was not just Lin Pingzhi; Ren Woxing’s internal energy was also quite violent.

Before long, a large man walked out, holding a large gong, and struck it with an expressionless face.

***

The Storm Squad was currently located on an open, barren ice field without any cover. From every direction, endless ice beasts were swarming toward them.

Upon hearing Gui Yi’s words, Lin Pingzhi paused for a moment before realizing that the "two, four, six, eight" he mentioned were actually Gui Er, Gui Si, Gui Liu, and Gui Ba.

The magic dragon suddenly became agitated. Its thick, black tail stirred up a gale as it lashed violently against the fence. The fence shuddered, but fortunately, it was sturdy enough not to be shattered by the dragon.

He was, after all, a cultivator who had reached the Great Completion of the Asking Realm! With the Silver Sword Heavenly Venerate as his backer, when had he ever experienced such humiliating treatment?

Being the founding father of a genre of film was indeed a wonderful prospect; the future was incredibly bright, and faith would pour in endlessly.

After all, he was his legitimate agent; he couldn't just take money without doing any work. Besides, that fatty Yang Chao had been far too idle lately.

Heh, if Ji Ruxue heard that, she would surely reply: "Is it or isn't it? Don't you have any idea yourself?"

Ordinary people walked with the rhythm of two footsteps, but his gait consisted of only one; the other was replaced by the 'clack-clack' sound of a hard object striking the ground. It was a sound that one could easily remember after hearing it once, and she had been fortunate enough to hear it once.