Chapter 40: Her Heart is as Hard as Iron, Conducting Business as a Fair Exchange of Cash and Goods

Wei Lingxia never expected that Ah Hong, who had agreed with her to jointly force the food out of the Shi family's tarpaulin tent, would be the first to turn against her.

She took a few steps chasing after Ah Hong.

"Come back, Ah Hong, hurry back. As long as we get the Shi family's food, your son will be saved."

Everyone stood together, insisting that the Shi family share their food. As long as those fools in the Shi family still wanted to stay in their—

"Interesting. I suppose you were forced to accept the inheritance?" Tian Ni flexed his newly freed wrists and asked softly, his eyes flashing with an impenetrable light.

Golden monsters all possess a unique radiance; unless you are color-blind, you don't even need to think about it—a single glance at the glow tells you everything.

"Good!" Luan Tian nodded, leading the Hidden Kill Thirteen Assassins in a flash straight into the interior of the Ice and Snow Fortress. Meanwhile, Lin Fan and the others began a large-scale slaughter of the Undead Blood Fiend players.

Tong En's eyes grew wider and wider, and she took an incredulous, deep breath, freezing in place. Yu Hao making such a request was something she never expected in a million years, and something she could not fulfill no matter what. With a panicked look, she glanced briefly at Zhong Yue, then quickly averted her gaze.

"No, nothing..." Momo, returning from her own spiritual world, lowered her head in embarrassment.

What on earth were those damned ancient wells? They could kill people, they could drive people mad—what exactly were they?

"It's a test. She just wanted to see if we are qualified for cooperation," Coral said indifferently. Her contact with Zhao Rui was much earlier than Chu Feng's, and she could see through each of their minds much more clearly.

For so many years, Jinhui and Shengnan had rarely asked her anything. Even though they had doubts, and even though they occasionally witnessed her losing control, they never asked, continuing to offer her friendship and care just as always. And she—it wasn't that she didn't want to speak, but that she could not.

As he spoke, the dark-faced, burly man brandished a dagger, intending to teach Wu Ming a lesson. In his desperation, Wu Ming hurriedly blurted out, "Brother, it's just about making money, why push it this way? You want money, I'll give you money. Any amount is fine, I won't bargain at all."

At this moment, Young Master Mu's aura as a rebellious cultivator erupted. Could the heavens truly stand on high and look down upon all living beings? Who gave them the right to act superior before all creations? And who gave them the right to inflict tribulations upon the mortal world? By what right could the heavens do this?

Xiyun swallowed that mouthful of egg fried rice. Although she was unwilling to admit it, she had to concede that despite its abysmal appearance, the taste was actually quite good. A faint blush crossed her face as she turned her head away unnaturally, refusing to look at the expectant and excited expression of the Immortal Qianyu.

Immortal Qianyu chuckled and scratched his head. "Ah well, the Jade Emperor did say to let this Immortal help Immortal Xiyu eliminate the demons, so of course I have to pitch in. I just happened to run into you being tied up here, so I saved you along the way. Oh my goodness, it gave me a fright—good thing I didn't end up fighting that Mo Qingyan fellow." As he spoke, he patted his own chest.

After ordering Fatty Zhang Yi and Lin Chong to step aside, Old Hu pulled a cyan-white porcelain bottle from his bosom, shook out three black pills, and tossed them all straight into his mouth.

When the pharmacist finished reciting this verse, his entire body burst with a brilliant golden light so blinding that everyone could not keep their eyes open, raising their sleeves to shield their faces.

At this moment, the eldest disciple engaged the Japanese squad leader in close combat. Hoping to distract the Japanese soldier and prevent him from closing in, the eldest disciple moved in circles, skirmishing with him dynamically.

The Spirit-Inspired Great King was in no better shape at the moment. During the battle to surround and kill Guanyin in the South China Sea, he had already burned a thousand years of his cultivation, and freezing the West Sea just now had exhausted every ounce of his magic power, leaving him nearly drained of all strength.

The lantern, which it regarded as supremely important, remained in its original spot, casting a dim and desolate yellow glow.

Besides, in those days, Duan Ye went out onto the streets not entirely for his own purposes, but to put on a show for certain people to see.