Chapter Ninety-One: The First Round of the Tournament

Yuan Hongyu was deeply wistful when speaking of what this association’s headquarters had once been like.

As an old hand in the association, he had surely lived through the era before the Traditional Medicine Association split apart, when it was still in its full glory.

Compared with the fractured state it was in now, perhaps every member of any branch would wish for the Traditional Medicine Association to return to those earlier days, when everyone could unite their hearts and work together to advance the healing arts.

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At this moment, in the temple, Ye Lingche had already arranged for the noble guest from the palace to depart. He and An Muyang were sitting in the pavilion, drinking tea.

Zhan Tai Yaner’s face was full of uncertainty, yet she did not seem especially worried. Aside from the second day of Yun Tu’s cultivation, when she had suddenly felt a strange tightening in her chest and collapsed to the ground, she had never experienced that sensation again.

The power supply had not yet been restored. The powerful flashlight below could only shine a short distance, and the strange noises rose and fell without ever stopping.

As she spoke, she took out an envelope she had prepared long ago and handed it over. Tao Ran took it and saw, unsurprisingly, that it contained a check. Clearly, she intended to use this method to settle the debt of favor between them.

In this night so dark you could not see your hand before your face, the other party had clearly already discovered me. If not for some special ability, then he must have had night-vision equipment or something similar. It was a man’s voice. If he meant me harm, then in this situation I would have had no chance to fight back at all, so I immediately and without hesitation held out my hand.

“For your sake, so what if I become a tyrant? So long as I live, I will not permit anyone to harm you or slander you!” Mo Youxun looked at her with grave, dark eyes, each word carrying a force that struck at the heart.

Without a single photo, they all howled beneath the microblog posts, shouting that they were starving and begging for every image they could get.

She behaved like an ordinary person, merely glancing around at the items on the stalls. Then a short, stout man came walking over, fanning himself, followed by attendants, dressed in luxurious silks and brocades.

He was Wan Qi’s manager, so of course he could not fail to go along too. Since Wan Qi had said it that way, there had to be some special reason.

The accountant only handled money. He did not go anywhere near matters like this. Although he got along fairly well with the village chief, that was only in a work sense; they had no special private friendship. Besides, the old women were vicious when they struck, and he was not about to do such thankless work.

During this time, the more than six thousand disciples of the Blaze Sect had already stripped all the spirit stones from the first five levels in the Ascension Hall.

But restoring these two barracks, and abandoned barracks at that, meant not only two company commanders were missing, but also every position from battalion commander to squad leader, all the way down to the ordinary soldiers.

Things were different now. The entire Slaughter Realm knew of it, and every power with any standing knew what had happened. Chen Yun naturally no longer feared Loreis turning against him.

Under Junai’s furious barrage, no one knew how many strikes later it was before You Baina’s body finally could bear no more. In a burst of blue light, it abruptly shattered into fragments and drifted away, vanishing from the game space.

Thinking of this, Chen Yun vanished directly from where he stood. In the next instant, he appeared not far from the aircraft that was falling from the sky, and with a trace of spiritual energy, wrapped the Chinese people inside the plane.

“Senior, could you let me see that soul pearl once more?” Taking a deep breath, Xuanxing forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart.

Ruosheng immediately confirmed his identity, but she did not speak or ask. Instead, she suddenly shook off Lu Youyun’s arm with force, strode forward with a threatening air, passed Queslave and Liuying, and raised her hand high.

But at that time, just as her aunt had passed away, her father had cried himself nearly to pieces, and she had been so upset she could not even speak. After hearing about what had happened to the fourth branch, she merely cursed them a few times and then let it go.

“Lord Guochang is too kind! This humble Liu will certainly do his utmost.”