Chapter 27: The Cannon Fodder Fiancée (27)

"Father, it is not impossible to sponsor the company, but I have one condition."

Yun Zhongshan squinted and said, "Go ahead."

"I want to do business."

"That is easy to arrange. I will hand over the Fu family's account to you. If you can manage to collect the outstanding balance for me, I will appoint you as the company’s vice president. How about that?"

Yun Jin had no interest in the Fu family’s account. Asking her to collect the balance from the Fu family was like sending a lamb into a tiger's den; there was no chance of success.

Just then, Shen Fengli suddenly appeared, grabbed Qiao Qingxian by the arm, pulled her into the car, and drove away.

Wang Lin lunged forward, his Fish-gut Sword pressed directly against Wang Jian’s throat. If Wang Jian dared to move even an inch, the blade would pierce straight through his neck.

Having been lectured, Yu Bo finally snapped back to reality. He stared fixedly at the person in front of him, wondering what he could have possibly done to give her the mistaken impression that he liked Ran Mu.

Years later, when Ma Yong recalled this scene, he wondered if they hadn't appeared before Tan Jiantao at that moment, would Tan Jiantao have ever truly accepted them? There is an old saying: true bonds are tested through actions.

The various heroes of Binjiang City were decent enough, mostly nodding to Lin Feng and offering polite smiles out of respect for Bai Zhantang.

Everyone followed the direction Feng Ye was pointing and saw two green glimmers flickering. Seeing such things in the forest was, to say the least, unsettling.

"Wang Lin, are you alright?" Chen Ziyi looked at Wang Lin, her previous disdain and coldness nowhere to be found.

Early the next morning, Cheng Huailiang and Tao Gongyi arrived at the garrison barracks, volunteering to go into the mountains to help him search for the mutton-fat jade material.

Lan Xi and Dan Huang continued to map out their blocking strategy; after all, this was a four-hundred-billion-scale operation, and there could not be the slightest error.

The cost of the resurrection ritual was simply too high. If they were to proceed, even sacrificing the entire Eastern Wilderness might not be enough to realize it.

Some things, if Wei Danqing and Zhang Laiwang wanted you to know, they would tell you themselves. If they didn't, asking would be a waste of time.

Looking at Su Yi, Elder Guyue continued, guessing that given the current situation in Zhongzhou City, Su Yi and his companions would likely find it difficult to secure a place to stay.

Suddenly, amidst the sky filled with yin energy and lightning, a green shadow whistled out, revealing an ancient stone pagoda. In an instant, it expanded to a hundred feet in height. With a slight rotation of the tower, it swallowed all the ghostly phantom images.

Bai Duanliu led Chen Jitang inside. The Imperial Spirit Guards had just announced their arrival, so the three Emperors were seated high above. Both Xu Moyang and the Wind Emperor wore smiles; this was perhaps the first joyous event since the theft of the Book of Life and Death.

In the end, Wang Lei was helped off the field by Huang Panpan. As they left, Huang Panpan glared fiercely at Xu Yaozhuo, which only made the cold, sinister glint in Xu Yaozhuo’s eyes sharpen.

That was because Li Hao had been observing those dragon claws the entire time. When Yang Ming’s dark gold blades erupted from the knuckles, he became certain of it.

Seeing Yang Ming like this, Wang Feifei felt a surge of anger. For over a week, she hadn't seen any substantial progress from him. He had promised to reach the top three of the Heaven Rankings within a year; how could he possibly achieve that with such a lazy attitude?

In truth, the martial arts skills Zhao Yu possessed—whether it was his sword-drawing technique or the Falling Heaven—consumed a terrifying amount of internal energy. If it weren't for Zhao Yu’s unfathomably deep reserves of internal energy, he likely wouldn't have been able to use the sword-drawing technique continuously.

However, he did not refuse. He quite enjoyed the feeling of Lu Qing’er being completely unfamiliar with Yunnan, depending on him for everything wherever they went.

The Ghost Emperor couldn't even be bothered to explain questions that were clearly asked despite knowing the answer; he only offered two words. The drunkard and the others behind the Ghost Emperor also wore no pleasant expressions, their countenances icy cold.