Chapter 38: Ling Feng the Dog

Mo Qianxun cursed inwardly, wishing she could cast a pox upon all of Ling Feng’s ancestors.

"Tsk, Captain Ling is truly ruthless," Chen Min remarked, watching Mo Qianxun struggle forward, unable to hold back a sympathetic tear for her.

"Isn't this something we already anticipated?" Lu Tao whispered. Though he felt for Mo Qianxun, he preferred to keep his sympathy quiet rather than suffer alongside her.

After pulling for one lap, Mo Qianxun simply could not move any further.

Seeing the young stranger so unyielding and utterly unfazed by his show of force, the dark-faced brute felt his authority challenged.

"A Nightmare Spirit is akin to a Dream Tapir; it infiltrates human dreams by conjuring nightmares. According to records, some feed on the nightmares themselves, while others enter the mind to devour the brain. The one we just encountered likely consumes the human soul," Yin Ling explained slowly.

With the Mengshan tea trade monopolized by the government, there was no longer any worry about sales, but the official purchase price was set so low that there was little profit to be made.

Two fists are no match for four hands. Even with Chi Li fighting ten opponents at once, Huaiyu could not rescue An Nian from so many assailants. Each of the men in black was highly skilled, and after a few rounds, Huaiyu’s strength was nearly exhausted.

Hearing this, everyone became instantly vigilant, distancing themselves from those around them for fear of a sneak attack.

Dragging the old doctor Ghost along, Jiang Ming refused the Warden’s request to accompany him with the Iron Tower specter. In full view of everyone, he stepped alone into the fifth level of the Corrosive Hell.

"Lin Pingan, you old geezer, your mental age is actually over eighty—hardly a few years younger than me. Why do you still act the same way you did when you were young?"

News reports expressing a lack of confidence in Huayi became increasingly frequent, reaching a point where everyone was simply waiting for the company to declare bankruptcy.

Zhou Yi’s eyes were bloodshot as he glared fiercely at the man blocking his path. They had once been the best of friends, and he could not understand why Yan Yu would stop him.

Paper cutting, the process of trimming Xuan paper, also encompasses related procedures such as inspecting the paper and applying seals.

The lake water was exceptionally clear, allowing sunlight to reach the bottom. There were many fish swimming within, appearing in all sorts of strange shapes; Gao Wu could not even identify most of them.

Despite initial failures, Gao Wu gained significant insights into the powerful ability to create life.

Inside the living room, Professor Agasa, Genta, Ayumi, and Mitsuhiko sat on the sofa. A game console sat on the coffee table, and the television displayed the looping opening sequence of a game. Ayumi looked dejected, while the Professor and the others huddled together, chattering away.

Chen Feifan knew that the ten taels of gold given to him initially were not just startup capital for business, but also meant to cover his daily living expenses.

"Hahaha!" He roared with laughter, his voice like a great bell echoing through the valley. "I finally understand! I finally understand!" The Old King of Nanyan pushed Yan Chuheng aside, ran toward the edge of the mountain, spread his arms, and leaped into the sea of clouds and sunset glow.

She wondered where exactly her "Begone" incantation had sent Liu Yong. They had already traveled dozens of miles; surely her cultivation wasn't advanced enough for a single word to send someone a thousand miles away?

Therefore, when she came to the Magic City and stopped by to visit the old matriarch of the Zhou family, she had never expected Aunt Xia to be there as well—and she looked to have aged significantly.

With a flash of blades, Chen Feifan and Chu Zihan left five men lying in pools of blood. Ling Yani forged ahead alone, drawing her Suying sword and wounding another man on the ground.

Tianjiao was too guilty to look at him, but then she realized something was wrong. He must have been peeking too, otherwise how would he know she was doing the same? "You!" She wanted to retort, pointing her index finger at him.

Chen Feifan nodded again. He never expected that this old man, who had seemed so cold upon their first meeting, would be unable to stop talking once he started. Perhaps he had simply been without company for too long.