Chapter 135: Turning the Tables

“Are you unhappy to see me?” Qin Xiao asked as he sat up on the bed, gently pinching her fair chin.

“No... no.” Though resentment churned in Ye Qingmei’s heart, she still answered nervously.

“I knew it. I am so dashing and gallant, after all...”

After taking a casual look around, he found Spring Blessing Garden rather lively that evening. Many private rooms had guests, though some stood empty as well. Through one of the open doors, Li Xiang saw flickering lights inside. He walked over, felt around for the switch, and turned on the light.

“You’ve enjoyed the spectacle, haven’t you? This is what happens to thieves!” Li Cunliang roared at the stunned Taoists in the courtyard.

“What? He... he’s a shameless bastard! I’m not doing it!” Wang Shasha shouted hastily, bristling like an enraged rooster.

Deng Yong said nothing about how he would repay the favor, but Duan Rushuang sighed. After thinking it over, she realized that her escape from the identity of a caged canary and her rise to her present position truly seemed connected to the kindness she had once shown him.

Li Yang walked over, looked at Mu Fei with undisguised disdain, and patted him on the shoulder as a signal.

Zhou Caier tossed him a pair of black sunglasses, then snatched the virtual-reality headset from Mu Fei and placed it over her own eyes.

She walked him to the entrance of the alley. This was where he had once given her her first kiss, but this time they merely waved goodbye and went their separate ways.

“Simon, don’t you care about your family? If they capture me, your family will surely become their target,” said the person in the tree.

Still, he wanted to preserve some dignity in front of them, so he prepared to force an explanation. Before he could make a move, however, the person who had been standing in front of the car vanished without a trace.

He Youyi had left one implication unstated, but Zhu Pingjin understood it. Everything worth plundering in Pengshan County had already been taken, leaving little profit to be made.

The problem was that although the water tanks had numerous safeguards, the valves connecting them were the weakest link in the entire system.

The subordinates also understood that the only way to survive was to destroy the enemy and seize their mechs. Thus, although Black Wing’s overwhelming strength had left them trembling with fear, they still summoned the last of their courage and charged forward.

This progress had nothing to do with the countering of supernatural fluctuations; the level of his absolute strength had not increased either. Yet his control over his own abilities had improved remarkably. Chen Yi felt that these past few days had truly not been wasted.

“Master, now that Zhang Shaoqiang is dead, why don’t we seize the opportunity and kill Zhang Song as well?” Ye Feng’s voice rang out in the room.

Climbing Mount Hua’s Sunrise Peak to watch the dawn was surely something no visitor to Mount Hua would want to miss. Yet the sunset there seemed no less magnificent than the sunrise.

There was, by and large, nothing wrong with what he had said. Only a few crucial details had been altered, and even Qiao An could never have discovered the loopholes hidden within.

Still, it was hardly surprising. Most people of the martial world were rough and forthright by nature. Those with the authority to alter Mount Wuhua were all eminent figures and seasoned veterans of extraordinary status. Each was proud and headstrong, with ideas of his own—how could they possibly be expected to follow the style of their predecessors?

The local specialties Jiang Zuohai mentioned were naturally not local specialties in the ordinary sense. In the Ming Empire, “local specialties” was simply another name for silver.

Pu Guanshui had it easier still. He was already a high-level ability user, and the energy that Wang Hu could barely withstand was merely troublesome to him. Of everyone present, he was in the most relaxed state.

And now, they were among the rare Nascent Soul cultivators in the Sea of Illusion. If the cultivators from Thunder Abyss Island were still alive, they would surely be consumed by envy.