Chapter 123: The Clothes Rack

The Xia Xiaoxiao whom Lian Youyou had been waiting for never came. At that very moment, Xia Xiaoxiao was embroiled in a quarrel with several media outlets she had contacted.

“You promised me everything would be fine, and you even took my photographs. Why haven’t you published them?”

After failing to extort money from Lian Youyou, Xia Xiaoxiao had pinned all her hopes on today’s sensational news, intending to humiliate Lian Youyou. Instead, she had been left with nothing.

No matter whom she called, the result was the same: they hung up on her, then brushed her off with the excuse that an entertainer’s private affairs could not be published recklessly.

Xia Xiaoxiao could not understand what had happened that night. Why were all the media outlets that had promised to help her suddenly ignoring her?

What exactly had Lian Youyou done to silence them all overnight...?

“Stop! You old demon, have you lost your mind?” Another man arrived—one who could be considered among the strongest cultivators on the Azure Profound Continent.

Moreover, his strength at present was not particularly great. If he had not remained at this stage, there would have been no way to...

After settling down in Tong Shenghua’s room, Wang Peng briefly considered taking out a cigarette. He immediately remembered that Tong Shenghua did not smoke, so he merely squeezed and rubbed the cigarette case in his trouser pocket before pulling out his hand and lifting his cup, pretending to drink tea. He was certain that Tong Shenghua had summoned him because of Miyamoto.

Unfortunately, several lackeys of Lieyang Tian stood between them. They were far stronger than the two of them, so all they could do was watch, unable to help him.

In the enormous workshop, there were only a dozen or so workers scattered about. They were not spread out doing their jobs, however, but divided into two groups: one was chatting, while the other was playing cards. Of the card players, four were actually playing, while six or seven more stood around watching.

“There was such a thing?” Wang Peng truly had not expected Tian Ben’guang’s vision to extend so far. It was a pity that a man like him had ended up in the underworld.

By contrast, his opponents would grow weaker and weaker while he himself grew stronger and stronger, with energy flowing into him without end.

A surge of helplessness suddenly welled up in Qian Ruoruo’s heart. She abandoned her struggle and allowed Feng Yige to do as he pleased.

Only then did Cui Yingshi suddenly understand. Lu Xuehua had never intended to execute him from the beginning. She had merely sentenced him to accompany an execution at the execution ground, punishing him for the crimes he had committed in China. Obtaining a wartime pass meant that he had regained his freedom and could make his way back to his long-separated hometown of Incheon, Korea.

At the instant the other workers walked out through the gate, the five mountain-demon ghosts drifted inside. The five spirits surrounded us completely, forming a siege.

“Their progress is a little slower. They have only just entered the Illumination Stage. Perhaps their aptitude is limited. Still, once they reach that stage, they can release sword energy; they simply cannot fly yet.” Ninth Sword spoke.

Wushuang stared at the sudden scene before him. Gu Lie had summoned only a single manifestation of wind and thunder, yet the power contained within it was purer than that of the one he himself had summoned. Even he found it difficult to believe.

Now, the ruler of the Soviet Union was the very authoritarian he opposed most fiercely. Yet this revolutionary, who believed himself to be the purest inheritor of the revolutionary thought of Marx, Engels, and Lenin, had been exiled to this distant foreign land. His comrades and supporters had likewise been exiled or imprisoned, suffering under the persecution of the purges.

He had actually set a trap. Did that not mean he had known all along that we were coming for him? To prepare an ambush in advance—he was far cleverer than those arrogant evil spirits of the past.

The previously overbearing Ximen Qing had vanished without a trace. The tourists who had been shouting moments earlier looked as though they had swallowed flies and could no longer utter a word.

The two men nodded in unison, indicating that they were listening with great seriousness. It was enough to make one wonder whether they were twin brothers, and whether they possessed some kind of telepathic connection.

Watching Gu Lie’s figure and the way he struggled, Zhan Xing wore a smile as he spoke. He, too, had not expected Gu Lie to possess such tremendous strength. Even in this situation, Gu Lie was still able to keep struggling.

Gu Lie had no patience to sit there listening to the two men bicker. He immediately spoke to them directly. Neither man had expected Gu Lie to say something like that, and a trace of anger rose in both their hearts.