Chapter Seventy: The Agreement

After Luo Chengying finished recalling his experiences upon returning to his homeland, he laughed at himself. “I don’t know if the Japanese had a hand in this, but I suspect they did. Returning home with fervent patriotism, only to be falsely accused by my own countrymen, and then, at my lowest point, a helping hand is offered, making me deeply grateful—such a common ploy. If I hadn’t met you and they hadn’t grown impatient, their original plan was probably to wait until my shop failed and I was left with nowhere to go, then appear before me as saviors. By then, I’d have no choice but to obediently follow them to Japan.”

Luo Chengying moved his fingers, wanting to take a cigarette. He hadn’t used to smoke, but after suffering a string of blows lately, his spirits had flagged and he’d started relying on cigarettes to ease his sorrow.

Mu Chengyao didn’t reply immediately, and neither did Luo Chengying.

“It’s neither life force nor demonic energy, you…” The departed Haotian clearly had no idea what Yang Fan was cultivating.

In half a month, Yang Fan and the others, under the covert protection of the Prajna Sect, Panyun Mountain, and the Blade Sect, quietly entered the Zhao Kingdom. Naturally, Yang Fan’s goal was the sanctuary within Zhao’s borders.

“…You seem even more suited than I am to be Hokage.” Minato’s expression suddenly grew indescribably complex.

“It’s me.” Lu Tianyu looked at Mou Xili, who was wrapped up like a mummy—except for his eyes, nose, and mouth, every other part was tightly bound.

“No wonder…” With others present, Shangguan Tianlong only sighed and didn’t mention the deaths of those two bodyguards.

Even so, he put Qin Kexin down. Deep inside, however, he was caught up in a complicated swirl of emotions he couldn’t quite name.

“…” Sun Yan twitched his lips and involuntarily rolled his eyes. You can’t figure it out, yet you still have to act like you know, trying to fool someone.

“Is that so? Heh.” The Scorpion only sneered, turning his gaze back to the black hole without saying another word.

“These bio-phantoms, like those wearing stealth suits, can turn invisible. Those masked bio-phantoms are so weak—even if they truly evolve to become invisible, what’s so remarkable about being a little stronger?” The Scorpion’s face was full of disdain, clearly uninterested in further conversation, and he strode forward.

On the dueling platform, Hua Liansuo was unscathed, while Liu Muer still felt lingering fear. Without her Mirror Magic, Hua Liansuo’s attack would have left her badly injured.

Lin Junhe thought to himself that congratulations were indeed in order, but not for that villa—rather, for the Dragonblood Vine they’d acquired.

Ma Liu’s ideas had always been avant-garde. Once Zhuang Yi got used to it, he no longer tried to stop or criticize him; he simply waited for Ma Liu to finish his antics before moving on.

Their plotting aside, a day later, Luo An and Ji Zhaozhao finally arrived at Feng’an City.

“Let’s go, Sister Chen. It’s getting late; we’d best head into the mountains soon,” Lin Junhe turned back and smiled at Chen Lan.

“It’s all my fault! All my fault!” I was consumed with regret, though to be fair, I wasn’t really to blame. True, Ao Jie was injured by me at first, but back then we were mortal enemies, and whoever got hurt was simply fate.

With clever people, a conversation ends when it should. But with Basong, Feng Xinglang not only found it exhausting but also grew increasingly irritable.

On the way to school, my phone rang. When I checked, it was a call from Liu Meizhen.

Watching his friends all walk away, treating him as if he were invisible, Zhu Weifeng felt as though his lungs would burst with rage. He let out a heavy, cold snort and turned to leave.

Hundred Flowers Mountain was personally arranged by the Sun Sovereign as a residence for Lin Xi and Xia Qingyue. Even the elders of the sect could not set foot there without permission.

Ye Feng let out a snort. Since it’s mine, I’ll just ride it, he thought, and mounted the electric bike. The power of thunder in his palm surged into the motor.

Yue Zhong, who had witnessed countless family rises and falls, would not be moved by such things. What he wanted was a more stable future for the Akemi family. For an aristocratic house to endure across generations, it was bound to have a ruthless side.

Neither planes nor missiles could disperse the black mist. Lu Xiange’s spells could blast huge craters in it from the outside, but inside, the power of eternal night reigned. Anyone who entered without great cultivation would immediately fall into a deep slumber, never to emerge.