Chapter 156: Bank Loan

Jiang Butong dropped the steel pipe, which hit the ground with a sharp clatter.

"The other side offered me three million, and you—you have the nerve to offer me a mere hundred thousand? Are you trying to brush me off like a beggar? Boys, stuff him into a sack. Tonight, we’re tossing him into the sea to feed the sharks," Jiang Butong declared.

Without a word, Jiang Yuan’s men shoved Huang Jijun into a sack and tied the opening shut.

...

Qin Moyu’s internal energy was now as vast as that of a cultivator at the first level of the Longevity Secret Realm, but in a real fight, he was no match for them. After all, the gap between the Dao-Seeking stage and the Nascent Soul stage was an insurmountable chasm; even the most powerful magical artifact could not bridge that distance.

As he watched, the corners of Qin Yuan’s mouth began to twitch. What on earth was all this nonsense? Had he accidentally stumbled into a fake forum for cultivators?

At first, when he invited Ren Yixu to hang out, he had been rejected. But as soon as he mentioned that Yang Xiaoyi would also be attending, Ren Yixu immediately agreed to join. This only fueled the fire of resentment in his heart; if circumstances allowed, he would have loved to tear Ren Yixu to pieces.

"Sigh, who would have thought this examination would be so difficult? They don’t even give us a clear topic, just these visions. How is anyone supposed to figure this out?" a disciple in green robes lamented with a furrowed brow.

Time loses all meaning in the cosmos. Zhang Cuishan lost track of how long he had been flying; he only knew that after he exhausted his strength, he and the malevolent spirit had taken turns piloting countless times. Once the outer layer of the white light pillar surrounding his body faded, he finally reached the orbit of the Moon. After casting a glance at the lunar surface, Zhang Cuishan turned away, pushing forward into the deeper reaches of space.

"Um, that... my friend is sick, and I was hoping you could take a look at them," Zhong Yaohuan said. For some reason, whenever she spoke to Zhao Jian, she felt nervous, and it took her a long time to figure out how to phrase her request.

"Unable to purge the chaotic energy?" Although she felt skeptical about the Emperor’s claim, Shangguan Xinyue nodded. "Very well." "Then proceed," Xie En said, waving his hand to signal that Shangguan Xinyue could begin.

The rest of the group nodded in unison, their faces reflecting a sudden flash of realization.

Scarface didn't seem to know that "two-hundred-and-fifty" was an insult; hearing me call it an auspicious number, he beamed with self-satisfaction. I decided that, come hell or high water, I would never tell him what it actually meant.

His breathing was heavy—truly heavy. Yun Moyu didn't know why he was in such a rush, which only made her feel more bewildered. Her heart raced, and she forgot even the simplest act of inhaling and exhaling, leaving her no choice but to dance along with him.

She didn't know where her cell phone was, so, ignoring her mother, she picked up the landline nearby and dialed a number.

"Senior, would you like me to notify my family? They could step in and take care of the Red Wolf," Lin Ziya said, her face full of concern, her words truly reflecting a genuine care for Luo Nan.

During the Lunar New Year, there was no school, and her parents wouldn't bother her, allowing her to play to her heart's content.

In an instant, everything was thrown into chaos. These demonic beasts were not only attacking humans; they were even turning on the other gathered beasts, treating every outsider as a target for their aggression.

The Southern Lord walked over and plopped down right beside me. Seeing this, the old man immediately ran back into the house to hide, though he snatched away the half-eaten piece in my hand before he left. I gave the Southern Lord a guilty glance, but seeing him just staring blankly at the moon, I couldn't be bothered with him and went back to roasting the remaining three flying pigs.

"It’s alright, I’m right here with you. If there’s anything wrong, you must tell me!" Jun Moli’s face was etched with worry; he wondered if he had been too hasty just now and hurt her.

The number of people was lower than Luo Nan had anticipated. Take the An family, for instance; they clearly had seven or eight cultivators at the Tempering stage, yet only two intended to join the expedition.

Indeed, even though her life since transmigrating had been bitter and the people she encountered were all harboring malicious intentions, she was fortunate to have at least one sister who treated her with genuine sincerity.