Chapter Sixty: Heaven-Defying Blade

Are you suggesting I seduce him? I refuse to do that!
Fatty Zuo said, seduction probably won’t work—she’s not Xiao Wutong after all. Didn’t Sun Fugui already find a buyer for the dim-light jade? You take the jade, stroll around the Huluping market, let the buyer get a good look, but don’t make the deal yet. Instead, create the impression that a transaction is already settled and the jade is about to be sold. Then invite the buyer to the herbal medicine shop to pick up the goods. The Spirit Slayer in White will surely follow. The Daoist will lie in ambush at...
Also, no one knows the exact rank of the Glimmer Butterfly. It’s generally speculated to be a troublesome monster, but shouldn’t be too hard for players to handle. After all, a quest is meant to be completed.
“Remember to extinguish the campfire before we leave.” This is, after all, the mountains. If the fire isn’t put out, a gust of wind after their departure might ignite a spark and start a wildfire.
Now Wang Biao’s predicament boils down to two possibilities: either he found the person but didn’t get the money, or he acted on impulse and hit the boss, then hid away, stewing in complex emotions, preparing to confront him again for the money.
Although she ultimately gave the man half a tael of silver to see the doctor, it was barely a drop in the bucket; life was still difficult for them.
But her son was her own flesh and blood. She could do without her husband, but she could never give up her son. So, her condition for divorce was to relinquish her position as the principal wife, but the child had to leave with her.
Wang Biao stopped by the mall to buy some things for his family. It’s holiday time, and it wouldn’t do to return empty-handed.
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The villa was shrouded in gloom. Furious, Jin Zhimei set fire to all the dollar bills scattered on the floor.
“Director Zhang, goodbye!” The girls, tearful and reluctant, lined up to hug Zhang Hao farewell.
The name sounds pleasant, but it’s actually a barren sandy land where nothing grows. The martyrs’ tomb lies quietly here.
Qianye glanced at him and casually waved his hand. Instantly, Nie Shao felt his strength return. After being suppressed for so long, the lack of energy had been truly uncomfortable.
The sweeping axe remained poised, full of vigor, unchanged in its stance. The only difference was that the end of the handle was now free of hands, completely out of control, propelled solely by residual force, whistling toward Xiang Nuo’s waist.
At last, Du Gu Hong could finally relax. If the old man’s intentions were off, or if his words showed the slightest hesitation and Steelbone caught on, he would have been forced to take remedial measures. Now he could let his guard down, listen to the exchange between the two, and perhaps learn the truth about the fiery bird-man.
The one questioned was clearly prepared and replied without hesitation, “A rotting phoenix pillow is not worth resting upon.” This is a phrase from ancient texts, said to be the response of Song dynasty scholar Cui Fu to the recluse Yi An, though Yi An had long since passed away by then.
Seeing that Elder Li had guessed correctly, Ao Tian gave him a mysterious smile, then said nothing more.
Thermal power generation requires vast amounts of coal, but the efficiency is low—only about thirty-five percent—and it’s highly polluting. Currently, even the capital city struggles to supply enough coal; there’s simply none left over for power generation.
“This swordplay isn’t so simple. Maybe after we return, I can study it with Ruiyan!” Liu Ye secretly resolved to investigate further.
With a ripping sound, the shadow suddenly yanked hard, tearing both of Liu Ye’s ‘flesh’ wings from their roots as if they were ragged fabric, then tossed them to the ground like garbage.
The party set out, escorted by the Pei Clan’s Black Riders and the Central Kingdom’s Heavy Cavalry, heading grandly westward toward Xizhou.