Chapter 170: The Money-Grubbing Master

The sky had grown dim, with only a lingering sliver of twilight left from the setting sun. The moon quietly peeked out, and the dark veil of night was about to descend.

The bustling avenues of the capital city remained lively. Pedestrians hurried past while street vendors continued to cry out their wares, still enthusiastically trying to attract customers. This place was almost never desolate.

For many, the nightlife of the capital city was only just beginning. The brilliant lights along the great streets were just being lit, making the urban scenery breathtakingly beautiful.

What Zunyou saw was...

After all, the feudal garrisons and vassal states in all regions were fair-weather friends; the moment they perceived the Tang Dynasty's weakness, they would likely rebel immediately.

With a single word, the sovereign could canonize deities. As the ruler of the Great Tang, Wu Zhao's influence was simply too immense. It had to be said that Buddhism had played a brilliant strategic move back then.

"You good-for-nothing, get out of the way!" A noble scion possessing secondary-level Dou Qi delivered a direct kick toward Yu Zichen. Yu Zichen narrowly dodged it, only for another noble scion to immediately follow up with another kick.

As a country boy from a poor family with no special abilities of his own, who wanted to make his way in the city, what method could possibly be simpler, more direct, more respectable, and more effective than getting an education?

Yu Weiyang gripped the magic wand in her hand, chanted silently in her heart, and then fiercely struck down toward the head of the divine beast.

"Since you knew this, how could you utter such treasonous words just now?" Lan Qingqing retorted rhetorically.

Deidara had not yet arrived, so Sasori naturally had to wait to rendezvous with him before setting off for Sunagakure. This was the agreed-upon meeting place.

After waiting for a moment with no response, Kakashi instinctively glanced over and saw Zhenyi kneeling on the ground in a daze, as if her spirit and vitality had been completely drained away.

"Master, there are no outsiders here among us. We're just venting purely for fun, so spare us the preaching." Hearing a tone that sounded somewhat off, Red Boy quickly put up a defensive shield against lecturing.

"How are you feeling?" Die Yunyu held Yi Feng's hand. Although she watched color gradually return to his face, her heart remained overwhelmingly worried. Yi Feng's aura had not grown stronger and remained in that state of extreme weakness.

The first battle to be fought was to eradicate the lingering remnant of the Nak Empire and kick the King of Rolante off his throne. Only when the Ziyan family truly held sufficient power would they be able to confront the Church of Light.

The ugly face of the Stone-Faced Gentleman gleamed with a pale, gloomy light under the moonlight. His face twitched slightly, and every time the rock-like patches on his visage moved, they seemed on the verge of falling off, not only chilling the beholder to the bone but also inducing a creeping sense of nausea.

Aside from him, there was also a middle-aged man with ordinary features. When Li Hai exchanged glances with him, he instantly caught a glimmer of familiarity in the other's eyes. Yet upon observing his appearance once more, Li Hai was completely certain he had never seen this man before.

More than four months had passed since the masters first entered the Abyss of Wrath. For most masters who had entered the Abyss of Wrath, these past few months had undoubtedly been quite fulfilling, but for Wu Song, this period could only be described as a grueling torment.

She placed the chest on the ground and slowly opened it. The rustling sound was already distinct, resembling the low, thunderous roar of ten thousand galloping horses. When the chest was fully opened, everyone was struck dumb with astonishment.

"I will inspect your items first, and then you shall inspect mine," the plump young man said with a deadpan expression.

That single word—"child"—truly unlocked the depths of Li Hai's emotions. At that moment, Li Hai forgot his own origins, forgot his hatred, and even forgot Bing Xinlian and everyone else. All that remained in his heart was this single call of "child."

Looking at Teacher Chen, Beiming saw no trace of pity in his eyes, yet he was still willing to help Xie Lang.

"You just mentioned the first method. Could it be that Yue'er has a second method as well?" Murong Yan pursued the question urgently.

Seeing Tang Cheng begin to fumble around inside his robes, Kana waited for a moment until he finally pulled out a booklet. It was indeed a very crude notebook, barely different from the True Sight Eye manual Tang Cheng had previously acquired.