Chapter 102: Disturbance

Two days later, Shangguan Feiyan arrived at the Ye residence.

She saw Ye Cheng leisurely reclining in his chair, watching the maids dance, and couldn’t help but feel irritated.

She had been running around busily for his sake these past few days, yet here he was, so relaxed.

Especially when she noticed Ye Cheng still shaking his leg, his lecherous gaze lingering on the maids’ waists and long legs...

Since those remaining horses belonged to the caravan, the packages strapped on their backs were naturally mountain goods.

“Kill! I, a warrior of the Yaksha tribe, carry the blood of battle and conquest; what fear have I of a fight?” The Fourth Commander Yan Zhen’s face was as hard as iron as he shouted fiercely.

Afterwards, Cheng Lingzhi gave him a speechless glare, got up to wipe her hands clean, then climbed back into bed and nestled into his embrace. The conversation turned once again to a certain so-called first love. Seeing how much it mattered to him, Cheng Lingzhi could only helplessly recount that absurd story once more.

This time, Cheng Ling was fully prepared. Layers of sword intent power covered the surface of his eyes, not impairing his vision but protecting them.

Yet it was clearly too late. The cleaver, hurled by Bald Strong, spun like a meteor and came flying toward Dongfang Yuejing. Now, Dongfang Yijian only hoped the blade wouldn’t pierce his beloved son.

Jiang Ming also thought his skills were quite good. Calm and focused, he planned to exchange a few moves with him—his muscles itched for movement after so long.

Qingtian Daoist’s face turned extremely ugly after being sharply rebuked by Mr. Wen Jiu, but he suppressed his anger, thinking: once Nangong Aoxue is dealt with, just wait and see how I punish you two, making you suffer a fate worse than death!

In the past, he wouldn’t have bothered with someone like Zhou Xiaodong—no wonder he was called the “Wild Young Master.” But now, unsure of Zhou Xiaodong’s connection to Jiang Ming, and not wanting to offend that stubborn mule, he treated those around him with more courtesy.

Suddenly, Daochuan Qianniao let out a startled cry, followed by the sound of slaps striking a face. Daochuan Qianniao attacked the handsome warrior’s sword, but somehow it had reached his left hand. His right hand then flailed wildly, slapping Daochuan Qianniao’s face repeatedly, causing blood to trickle from her mouth and disbelief to cloud her expression.

Cheng Ling finally calmed down, silently scolding himself for being so shameful. When he first saw the lightning bolts unleashed by those thunder soldiers, a chill ran down his spine, and he instinctively wanted to flee. He wondered why he was so frightened when even the Ninefold Thunder Tribulation at the Great Ascension stage didn’t unsettle him like this.

Perhaps from standing too long on the fifth night, her wound began to throb faintly, and Emei frowned slightly.

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