Volume 1, Chapter 31: Qin Tianlang Covets Lin Qiao's Palm-Leaf Weaving

Huo Xiaoli politely thanked her, picked up the camera, and headed in the direction Xu Mingyue had indicated.

He had to get back to Auntie as soon as possible, or she would start worrying.

He recognized her. She was the aunt who had clashed with Lin Qiao.

He kept an extra measure of caution around Xu Mingyue.

While Xu Mingyue was not looking, he touched the pocket of his jacket and happened to feel the little woven-brown-palm bee Lin Qiao had made for him.

To put it this way, the combined total fiscal revenue of the Fafuna Kingdom and the Laverman Knightly State over the past twenty years was roughly equivalent to this amount.

“Cui Ping, all expenses this time will come from my private funds. There is no need to draw from the household coffers.” After Madam Xiao left, the Old Madam remembered something else and ordered Yan Zi to take a bag of money from the chest and hand it over.

In truth, the saber-toothed porcupine had more killing moves than merely charging headlong. It could also jab with its tusks, kick with its legs, lash with its tail, and even bite. But hatred had made it forget all its other techniques. It simply kept charging at Huang Xuanling, determined to gore him to death.

Yan Zhen remained unmoved, seemingly deaf to Shangguan Shi’s mockery. He continued to admire Shangguan Shi’s calligraphy with great seriousness.

He was simply too lonely—so lonely that he did not harbor the slightest doubt about the White-Clad Man’s allegiance. He had convinced himself that the White-Clad Man truly had deep ties to the Shadow Clan, and that they could become friends, become comrades. That was why he was so desperate to travel with him.

Before this, Pei Jin had already told Lin Yifeng that the Qiao Family wielded immense influence throughout Zhejiang Province. Like the Zhang Family, they were a force capable of commanding the winds and clouds throughout the commercial empire. Even so, Lin Yifeng still felt that Shangguan Ling’s reaction should not have been quite so exaggerated.

There were already a few scattered people in the training grounds, apparently practicing magic. From time to time, flashes of fire could be seen shooting through the air.

The Old Ancestor did not hesitate. She immediately made up her mind, believing that now was the time to do it—any later, and it would truly be too late.

Not only had he reached level eighty, but the Beast-Taming Druid class itself was also one of the strongest combat classes in the World of Aifa.

Whether in physical combat or a battle of words, the stillness that followed a prolonged war always carried a strange current of air that left people dispirited.

As a trained martial artist, he naturally understood how terrifying the power behind Shen Tao’s move had been. He could not believe that anyone could actually be this strong.

Those fleeing were the men known as the Four Tigers of the Southwest. Today, the four were in an even more wretched state than they had been two days earlier. Not long ago, the Yang Family had caught up with them, and another fierce battle had broken out. In the end, one of the four tigers had lost an arm, while the other three were now barely managing to cling to consciousness.

It was clear that the duel between Shen Tao and Zhao Xiang had attracted enormous attention. Everyone present was eagerly looking forward to it.

A moment later, an enticing fragrance drifted through the woods. Ding Yumeng turned the plump pigeon over the fire with her right hand, salivating with hunger.

“This was written by Qin Feng in his cell. Don’t tell me he’s been pretending all these days?” Wu Wanchuan stared at the densely packed characters covering the ground and suddenly felt profoundly uncomfortable from head to toe.

After the two sides reached an agreement, the middle-aged cultivator dripped his blood onto his jade token and went to Skydistant City to obtain residency rights. The other person went to find the ruler of the country to which the village belonged and asked him to send troops to provide an escort.

“I heard that you and I are related by blood. I truly couldn’t accept it before. But now I can.” Yang Luo smiled.

As soon as he finished speaking, a ray of light suddenly pierced the pitch-black space. It was so dazzling that it was impossible to look directly at.

Yet Yun Qing had spent three years in her previous life as the principal wife of a powerful household, and her horizons had broadened considerably. Now, as she surveyed the ornaments haphazardly piled throughout the room, she finally began to understand why, despite her family’s official status in her previous life, people had still mocked them for being steeped in vulgar materialism.