Chapter 38: A Pushover?

"Miss Shi Ran... I was too impulsive earlier. Please forgive me; I am willing to pay a sum as compensation." Young Master Han’s face had drained of color, his previous arrogance and haughtiness completely vanished.

Shi Ran held an ice pack against her cheek, hesitating.

"Could you let..."

"My Lady, I... I stepped out for a moment just now. You must have heard by now—something happened at the Moon Immortal Residence..." Qiao Hanyan spoke in a soft, delicate voice, her expression somewhat strange.

"You may." He stepped aside to make room. After the events of this morning, the atmosphere between the two had grown somewhat more harmonious.

Eisen struck first, his blow landing on Xiao Yu’s head, but before he could even celebrate, the black dagger he had conjured was reduced to nothingness by the hellfire radiating from Xiao Yu’s body.

She made no move to defend herself; the moment the blood-colored energy touched the white jacket she wore, it was repelled by a faint, shimmering white glow.

I nodded. "Yes, it was because of him that the four of us brothers dropped out of school." A sense of inexplicable sorrow washed over me at the thought. Hua Wujie sighed deeply, glanced at me, and chose not to press further.

Xiao Yu smiled and said, "There is no need to glare at me like that. I am no little girl." He tossed the Divinity of Light to Hei Mang with a casual flick.

The shopkeeper had never expected Qin Yang to be so formidable. Relying on their superior numbers, however, he didn't dwell on it for long; with a shout, he led his assistants in charging toward Qin Yang, brandishing various weapons.

Xiao Yu’s speed accelerated to its absolute limit, causing the surrounding space to distort. It was an eerie sight from the outside; even Xiao Yu’s own form appeared warped.

This dark cloud was thick and viscous, a mixture of the power of void and the personal strength of the Netherworld Dragon King. Under the coverage of the World-Burning Light, the outer edges of the cloud were constantly being purified, yet the center continued to replenish itself.

Suddenly, a black crystal bottle appeared in the hands of the Great Asura. His palms shifted rapidly, and a powerful suction emitted from the bottle, drawing in the soul energy of Ming Lie, who was attempting to flee.

"Only Sister Die’er and Uncle Mu are Array Gu Masters here." A sharp, childish voice rang out. Immediately, everyone’s gaze shifted toward the two, as if the events of the last few moments had never occurred.

Simply put, Di Jiang could shift a designated area of space from its current position to another.

Zhou Yang thought to himself that if Su Chen and Peng Yiyuan were here, it would be for the best; with their skills, the success rate would be significantly higher.

"Understood." The dark-faced officer hung up the phone with an expressionless face, his eyes sweeping across the space under the bed as if by accident.

Without this item, given William’s reckless nature, he would have likely tried to usurp power and fight the navy on his own. He would have probably been captured by the pirates on the ship, handed over to Denton, and hacked into a pulp. Not only would he have failed the mission and lost the reward, but he likely would have lost his life as well.

He performed with distinction while guarding the western borders of Cao Wei, repeatedly standing against Zhuge Liang’s northern expeditions and becoming one of the figures the Kingdom of Shu feared most.

In truth, Linghu Yunce had already been quite generous. When other young masters took guest retainers on missions, regardless of how much the retainer contributed—even if the retainer did one hundred percent of the work—they would only receive thirty percent of the merit points. Yet, he and Du Feng split everything fifty-fifty.

Of course, there was a secondary plan: to negotiate with the Xiong brothers, using the corpse of the Thousand-Beast King to force them into a compromise.

If it weren't for the fact that Bai Su was at this school, and his father had no spare money to transfer him elsewhere, he would have left long ago.

In front of everyone, the warrior leader kicked a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy to the ground.