Chapter 26: Bullets Secured, a Massive Shopping Spree at the Black Market!

The girl with twin tails was stunned by Qin Feng’s words.

"Bullets?" she asked, completely taken aback.

The black market in Kaiyuan County was not a true black market by any definition. It was merely a place where local farmers gathered to trade their produce and miscellaneous goods. Many people lacked currency, so transactions were mostly conducted through barter.

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"As for me, I am from the Wei Mansion, and I have come to Beiyang City specifically to pay a visit to the Dean," Chang Geng said, offering another bow.

His smooth chest appeared like flawless white jade; had it not been for the bloodstains on his white robes, one might have thought nothing had occurred at all.

"Then keep heading west. Since I’ve already taken your fifty spirit coins, the best I can do is help collect your remains," Xu An said, clapping his hands together before sheathing his sword.

When the seven boys saw Mo Qinghua and noticed the "Heavenly Trainee" badge on her chest, they were filled with both pleasant surprise and shock.

When Su Jin got out of the car, Ma Qin and Ma Yu did not. Su Jin understood that Ma Qin intended to pester the two brothers, but as she had her own matters to attend to, she let it be.

She obediently boarded Qiao Ze’s car. Qiao Ze sat upright beside her, his gaze fixed out the window.

Like Xu An, Lin Pinggui knew that Xu An’s words were not mere idle talk. He believed that Xu An was truly capable of such actions, and he knew that Xu An possessed the power to carry them out.

Wang He had contemplated every possible way Fang Zheng might deal with him, but he had never imagined that Fang Zheng would not only choose to spare his life but also offer him a new opportunity.

"A passerby? Or a suitor I find troublesome?" Gong Yu furrowed his brow, answering Xia Anxi’s question with earnest gravity.

The location originally selected for the Centennial Grand Competition was Penglai Island, but this time, traces of the Demon Race had appeared there.

Late last night, the headquarters of the Father God Sect was raided by the Baal Sect. Countless spatial rifts suddenly tore open, unleashing an astonishing number of rift monsters to launch an assault.

If the elders and disciples of other immortal manors ceased to have them forge Dao artifacts, it would become far more troublesome for them to acquire the supplies needed for their cultivation.

The Tianchi Sect had intended to do just that, but no one had expected that Lin Feng’s natal magic treasure would be so heaven-defying, capable of evolving into primordial spirit-level Dao soldiers.

"My old friend’s most prized disciple, Mo Qingtong, will be in your group, Xiao Han," the Sect Master said, looking at Xiao Han.

The weather today was bright, and as it must have been noon, the sunlight was so intense I could barely keep my eyes open.

Above, the sky dimmed, and even one as formidable as Xiao Yi felt a crushing pressure. His physical body was peerless, flowing with chaotic energy; his skin was crystalline like glazed glass, filled with such abundant vitality that it seemed to coil like a great dragon, faintly radiating from his body. It looked like chaotic divine blood, flawless and translucent.

By now, Shichuan could barely make out the edge of the green mist. He was only moments away from escaping, but the two vines followed him persistently, clinging like maggots to a bone.

After entering the blood mist, Mu Han had taken out a "Soul Crystal," using the scent of the "Battle Soul" it emanated to lure the four men inside. Then, with lightning speed, he defeated them and employed the "Soul-Severing True Art," a technique extremely difficult to master within the Shadow Clan, to sever the connection between the "Moon God Brow Mark" and their bodies.

"You mean that student who jumped off the building? I saw it on TV the other day. By the way, what happened to that student?" I asked Liu Jianjun as I poured tea, filling the cup in front of him.

Many foreign races, and even human powerhouses from all directions, changed color. Especially among the younger generation of taboo talents, the mere gaze of the Golden Crow Imperial Prince’s divine eyes made them feel as if they were being pricked by needles, sensing a tremendous crisis. To face him head-on would likely result in grievous injury, if not death.

"Stop talking," Xia Qing said, uncharacteristically serious with Bai He. When Bai He was about to flare up at her, Xia Qing gripped her wrist tightly and turned her gaze back toward Chu Ningyi and Shui Anluo.

Sai Niao was one of Chu Luoning’s soldiers; as long as they insisted that Sai Niao had not notified them, even Chu Luoning would be unable to protect him.

"I have clashed with that Bai Heng before; his combat skills are terrifying. I admit I could fight him to a draw in the short term, but I would certainly be the one to lose in the end," Gu Xicheng told them, revealing another disadvantageous piece of information.

"This is my own fault. If you are unhappy because I don't follow you, then I shall die. How about that?" He Yu roared, drawing a sword from within the room and holding it before his eyes.

There were no servants in the house. Gu Xicheng said that people from the village would come to look after the old lady, as she did not like having strangers in her home.

Children could never fully shed their innate nature, which was to show off the person, object, or skill they were most proud of.

However, he did not want to use his special abilities, so he refrained from exposing himself and simply observed from the sidelines.

Yet, the person who had ambushed him had not tied him up or harmed him, but instead left him to rest in this room. What on earth was going on?

Having received praise from the ancestor, Su Pan’er felt ten times more joy as a mother than if she had been praised herself.

"Xi’er, don’t worry. No matter the cost, I will buy it for you," Chen Jiehao said. He cherished his cousin Zhao Xi’er dearly and valued their bond as siblings deeply. Even if Zhao Xi’er wanted the stars in the sky, Chen Jiehao would find a way to pluck them for her.

"Jia Dang, how do you plan to fight in this expedition?" Deputy General Duan removed his armor, looking every bit the wealthy gentleman.

Situ Xuan could only smile bitterly within the Dragon God Ring; he wouldn't even need to spend time with the Palace Master of the Ice Sky Palace—a single meeting would likely lead to a life-or-death confrontation.

Having finished the story, Ye Yishui’s eyes were bloodshot, and his entire being radiated a sense of tragic sorrow that left the listeners trembling with shock.

Old Han’s expression was slightly disappointed. He had expected to meet an opponent who could pressure him at the large-scale event held by the Tang family, but looking around at all the traditional Chinese medicine practitioners, he realized they didn't even dare to look him in the eye.

Xu Kun was, after all, a Holy Envoy of the White Lotus Sect, a high-ranking member in waiting, and his status was incredibly noble. To have him die on the White Lotus Sect’s home turf—was this not a slap in the face to the sect?