38 I Have No Regrets

Chen Lin had just emptied his achievement points to share Big Li’s superpower. This was a rare, major event for Chen Lin to earn points; how could he let it slip by?

"I am grateful for your kind words, nephew Gu Er, come and pour me a drink!" Upon hearing this, Gu Debang, Master of the Tiger-Lion Manor, felt his heart lighten. He took his nephew’s hand in both of his and had him sit beside him.

The moment Wu Xi picked up the dagger, a flood of strange memories rushed into his mind, as if they were instructions on how to wield the blade.

Of course, Chen Lin was still in college, so he had no pressing need to buy property for now; he decided to put that aside.

Once all 108 needles were gathered, the Purple Flame Needles reappeared. Qi Hao did not hesitate to start stabbing the old man and the baby-faced man indiscriminately, destroying many of their Qi-gathering acupuncture points. While this wouldn't kill them, it made it impossible for them to gather internal energy through their bodies, effectively crippling their martial arts.

However, the impact of this incident was monumental. It threw the elders of the Chu family into a state of panic, leaving them with no composure to deal with Qi Hao. They began an internal investigation to clean house. If this truly involved trafficking information to foreign parties, it was a cancer to the family that had to be purged immediately.

Fang Lei, having adapted to the numbness in his arm, tried to step forward to demand his phone back from Qi Hao. Yan Bai, already in a foul mood, saw Stone Lei approaching and kicked him away.

The green poisonous gas on the stone coffin grew thicker, splitting the space in two. The aura was so potent that all heat was blocked out; this, presumably, was Tian Nunu’s doing.

After the smoke of the explosion cleared, it was discovered that the black substance had only been dented by the strike, not shattered.

At first, he would vomit bile and suffer from diarrhea, but now, he could swallow a piece of raw meat without even furrowing his brow.

A slender figure walked unsteadily, limping along. When she entered and saw Bu Fan awake, she was startled at first, but then a sweet smile bloomed on her somewhat heroic and pretty face.

The sheltered spots inside were all occupied. Truth be told, she could have squeezed in, but seeing that everyone was unwelcoming, she decided not to intrude and found a spot near the edge of the boat to sit.

Dong Hui responded, and together with Nanny Su, they smashed open the window. Ming Zhu pulled Consort Min with one hand and pushed Consort Princess Huayang with the other, urging them to exit first. She then nimbly climbed onto the windowsill and jumped out.

Hearing the voice of the man before him, Mu Yi finally opened his closed eyes. He glanced at the young man, noting that his primal energy fluctuations were exactly at the Advanced Human Realm—just what he needed. Since that was the case, what reason did he have to refuse?

"I came to hire the Dingwu Escort Agency for a delivery, but it seems I’ve come to the wrong place?" Xiao Lingfeng murmured, stroking his chin thoughtfully as he looked at the plaque, where only the characters for "Escort Agency" remained.

"Wait!" Just as Mu Yi was about to focus his energy, a familiar voice rang in his ear. Mu Yi opened his eyes and saw Jin Yun, Jin Ya’s brother.

The First Prince’s wet nurse felt her legs go weak and nearly collapsed to the ground, her face paler than paper. She stumbled forward, but upon seeing the First Prince’s condition, her eyes rolled back, and she nearly fainted. However, seeing the blood streaming from the First Prince’s forehead, she didn't dare to lose consciousness.

He had been quite upset earlier, wanting to cry and make a scene, but now, scolded like that, he could neither cry nor act out. It felt as if doing so would truly make him a spineless coward.

C9 had assumed Li Xiang would, as he had done before, use his teammates' flashes and support to rush in and rack up kills.

Had it been Shen Xingchen returning, Madam Shen certainly wouldn't have acted this way; she would have long set aside her work and risen to welcome him.

Since they had prepared to scheme against her, her subsequent counterattack would surely satisfy them.

Downstairs, Gong Xuan did not leave immediately. He kept looking up at her window. Only when the light in her room turned on did he get into his car and check Wen Yan’s social media feed.

She had practically emptied her entire suitcase—shirts, maxi skirts, dresses, everything—only for Beauty Gu to reject them all. She was nearly driven mad enough to pull out that bikini she had kept at the bottom of her trunk, untouched for years.

"That day, my friend went to dig for spirit herbs the moment he logged in. By the time I logged in, he already had a full bag and told me to go sell them at the Guangcheng Immortal Residence in Taiping Town."

To kill an enemy with three shots in under ten seconds—"cool" is far too simple a word to describe it.

Perhaps because Yan Fei was not as indifferent as Yan Ce, but rather patient and gentle, Feng Guang couldn't help but see her as a confidante.

If he had been unconsciously calling out the names of the Shen family members while in a coma, Wei Jianlang surely wouldn't have worn such an expression.

He surmised that she rarely descended from the Xuan Sect and thus had no habit of carrying money. But as a fellow disciple of the Xuan Sect, he was different. By her age, he had already descended the mountain several times to slay demons and eliminate evil; naturally, money for the secular world was indispensable.

Lu Goujian thought he was insane, but You Wuxin argued that no matter how long one scouted in Nanxiang, it couldn't compare to actually ascending Mount Yeli and seeing it for oneself. This was a rare opportunity, and since those bandits claimed to be righteous thieves who did not kill the innocent, they shouldn't take his life.

"Zimu, are you truly determined to return to the capital?" Xiao Xiyang asked, his brow furrowed as he looked at Chu Xiezhi with concern.

In such tense moments, the encouragement of others plays a significant role. At the very least, Chen Feng felt that he was not facing it all alone; having support gave him the confidence to carry on, no matter how insignificant that strength might be.

"They are probing us bit by bit, and it is truly difficult for us to turn hostile, given that we are all members of the Xiao family," Xiao Tangren said with a frown.

"If you knew it hurt, you could have been a little gentler," Jiang Xinyu muttered, blaming everything on Nangong Tian.

In Ning Fuchen’s arms, Zhou Ziyan felt a special kind of tranquility, as if time had stopped. All the worries in her mind vanished, leaving only warmth, happiness, and peace.

After the two had finished their playful banter, Nangong Tian brought up the matter. He already knew that Jiang Xinyu was curious about the situation, not the man himself—for perhaps that man was the very cause of the incident.