Chapter 15: The Village Committee’s Outburst and the Nemesis of the Vicious Witch

That was two hundred yuan! In Panlong Village, that amount could build five large tile-roofed houses!

Just like that, the matter was settled? The son of the Qiufen family truly has a sense of righteousness!

Qin Feng didn’t overthink it. Having been reborn into this era, he intended to abide by its rules.

Zhao Xicheng, as expected of the village chief, possessed outstanding organizational skills in Panlong Village.

Before noon the next day, he returned with people from the county, having sold pine nuts.

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Ye Ming: A figure brimming with noble integrity, even wearing a Taoist robe, wielding flames and lightning—though all strictly righteous.

“She didn’t want to stay; she could have left anytime. I never forced her. But you? Who are you? What right do you have to interfere in my affairs?” The youth’s eyes were icy cold, his gaze exuding a deadly aura that instilled fear.

If not for encountering that miraculous young man, he probably would still be leaning on his cane.

Lin Changsheng strode toward the wooden coffin. Upon reaching the Eight Trigrams formation, he paused, glancing down at the ground.

Meng Bai, already reluctant to be confined in the classroom, finally let loose. Hands clasped behind his back, he leisurely wandered through the forest, utterly unconcerned about how to return.

Beiyuan began transporting grain southward. Xingcheng had become the grain transport hub, as selling grain directly to the capital and then to Hedong and Hexi was far more profitable.

Moreover, Axi Nuo not only possessed power commensurate with his rank but also harbored intense hostility toward Einaxilin.

At that moment, Ye Yun casually glanced at the five individuals, then surprise flickered in his eyes—they were all twelfth-level cultivators without exception. How could that not astonish Ye Yun?

Suo E recounted every detail about the outside situation. Chen Zui nodded, “I’ll go with you.”

A sphere of red flame burst forth from the palm. He Xiufeng forcefully pushed it forward; the fiery orb rolled rapidly, striking a nearby tombstone. Flames erupted, yet not a single spark was seen.

She was very curious—who exactly was Old Song? She had never heard of such a person, yet his wealth was astonishing.

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Tiger Lord smiled but did not stop me from leaving. Yet I always felt his final smile was laden with hidden meaning. Only upon returning to the shop did I understand what that smile truly meant.

Sister Ling’s delicate body trembled again, then slowly went limp in my arms. Clearly moved, I kissed her fragrant lips without hesitation.

The King of the Underworld’s smile was somewhat stiff, as the ghostly lantern beside him emitted a chilling aura.

“What kind of compromise is this?” Everyone glared angrily at Crane Maru Kuninaga, who had proposed the rotten idea. Especially Ying Maru; his gaze was deadly.

Crippled Elder spoke vaguely, and Yu Yao’s response was equally ambiguous. But in truth, Yu Yao had analyzed the situation quite clearly.

Fang Yan worked diligently outside; inside, he should watch over Ajiu.

“Can’t you see? Qin Chu is reluctant to integrate into the present life and unwilling to let current people and affairs merge into his world. He is a man from the past,” Shi Qingfei remarked.

“Currently, there’s nothing more. Besides, Jin Wanyang is already dead. Those men who troubled her before were dealt with by Jin Wanyang,” An Mi pondered seriously, her mind not as sharp as You Mengcheng’s.

“How could this happen?” Momoi Satsuki’s legs weakened; she knelt, covering her face and bursting into tears.

Upon hearing this, Li Qi immediately bowed deeply—this time a full ninety degrees—folding his hands into a fist, placing them atop his head.

“I’ve said it already—no matter the cost, we must save her!” Black Shark King declared.

The aura of slaughter enveloped half of the Zhuxian Sword Formation, its scale rivaling the central battlefield of Luo Hou Hongjun.

The square remained chaotic. Aside from a few seals, several construction vehicles had arrived beside the square, preparing the next day to repair its potholes. Soon, the square would be as good as new, and this incident would gradually fade from memory.

If the Southern Town King were to intervene, Yang Fan would have already been dead. Why bother observing him secretly?

His mouth opened slightly, intending to ask Wu Ziyan about the ring, but in the end, he remained silent.

In ancient times, the Spirit Path was pivotal in ushering in the quest for longevity. Many longevity methods today, such as the Daoist Yang Shen technique and various out-of-body practices, originated from Spirit Path research.

News traveled slowly in ancient times. While Liu Bei petitioned Liu Qi as the Governor of Jingzhou, Lantian had already launched operations.

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The emperor’s intention was still to acquire gunpowder cannons. Jiang Huaqing smiled and replied, “As a citizen of Great Rong, I shall devote my utmost loyalty and sacrifice everything for Great Rong!” She downed her third cup.

A simian creature, covered head to toe in golden fur and towering tens of meters high, looked down upon a spirit seeker and asked in a gruff voice.

The bandit silently lit a cigarette, scanning the Kosa tribe members present. Noticing their eyes frequently darting toward the pile of money on the table, his greedy expression was unabashed.

From afar, Yun Hao’s eyes widened. Good heavens—was this some kind of striptease? What kind of bizarre cultivation method was this? The whole spectacle was eye-opening.

“She didn’t take this phoenix jade hairpin; she left one behind in the Zhaohua Hall. Unexpectedly...” Feng Qingtian deeply regretted it. When she left, she had made him promise to forget her and avoid Zhaohua Hall. He had honored that promise, which had left them vulnerable.

In an instant, a powerful icy mental force burst forth, accompanied by a vast white light, relentlessly battering the defensive light shield.

“If you don’t want to die a miserable death, stay right here...” Qin Yayun suddenly declared.

Early that morning, as usual, she went to the backyard seeking Zhan Jingtian. Were it not for the formation blocking her way, she would have barged straight in.

Chu Mo watched helplessly as the formidable store defenders utterly failed to subdue Buhui. Unable to bear it any longer, he lunged with a soft sword straight at Buhui’s forehead. His skill was top-notch; Buhui was merely an expert at best. Just as the sword was about to pierce his brow, Zhan Jingtian intervened.

Meanwhile, Liao Fan, observing Zhan Xuan’s behavior, suddenly chuckled softly. He had never seen her like this before. Previously, she was always eloquent and persuasive; how could she now be like this?

He felt her smile resembled the mischievous grin Buhui wore when playing tricks—he had been teased many times by that smile.

“I kissed oppa; what should I do? So this is how kissing feels—a faint, slightly masculine scent, somewhat cool...” Soo Ji savored that fleeting touch, unaware that this gentle brush had ignited a volcano ready to erupt.

After the explosion, continuous rumbling sounds followed, as if walls were collapsing or heavy objects falling.