Chapter Seventy-One: A True Disciple of the Demon Sect

Cheng Yu tossed aside the bag of chips and protested forcefully, "How could I possibly be that stingy? These are the famous Wrath Chips I bought, a renowned brand—how could they sell expired goods? Don’t judge my upright intentions with your own narrow mind."

Ming Shuang pinched the corner of the chip bag between two fingers with obvious distaste, turned it over a couple of times in front of her, found the expiration date and the production date, and, after a quick calculation, realized it expired just today…

"See for yourself whether they're expired or not; I have nothing more to say." Ming Shuang kept the chip bag pinched between her fingers, rolled her eyes, and, after speaking, placed the so-called noble Wrath Chips onto Cheng Yu's lap.

Unwilling to accept reality, Cheng Yu continued to grumble stubbornly, "How could I possibly buy expired goods…"

To witness her own guard perish before her eyes, the scene almost entirely flooded with blood—such a feeling had haunted Mu Zhen's nightmares for many years in her previous life.

Out of the darkness came a piercing, wrenching scream, but in the blink of an eye, the sound dissipated into nothingness.

A member of the Sect of Ultimate Extinction had already summoned their spiritual power, but the disciple standing opposite, at the Hengkong level, showed no reaction. A cultivator quietly informed the others of this.

In the dilapidated stone house, members of the subordinate Lan family's boat crew finally breathed a sigh of relief at the sight of the Lan family's grand ship; the tension weighing on their hearts vanished as if it had never existed.

Ning Ziheng happened to be stepping over the threshold at that moment, and upon hearing this, he stumbled and nearly prostrated himself before the doorway.

Mu Zhen had never once asked Hong Jinchen how he survived that night; how much of the blood on him belonged to the enemy, and how much was his own.

"Are you able to procure these antidote ingredients?" Fine beads of sweat appeared on Anman's forehead, and the same was true for Qin Xiao beside him. Neither had expected Lin Hua to suddenly need to save someone.

She looked at Qiu Han and said, "You've lost weight!" Throughout her words, her gaze never left Qiu Han's eyes.

In that fleeting instant, Mei Shu suddenly wondered if the reason Yun Ji was acting so madly was because news of the secret recipe's leak had already reached him.

In the end, she still found out. Chen Mo walked ahead, unable to decide whether to look back or nod, so he simply stayed silent and pretended not to have heard.

So, this person before them—who could so effortlessly hoist a massive boulder with one hand and carve stone as if it were tofu—could they really not have been swapped out for someone else?

Thinking of his uncertain future, Fu Qingfeng couldn't help but sigh softly. What kind of man was this Young Master Ma, truly?

A dozen green canteens clinked together, and on every face was a candid, honest smile. Life in the army had its hardships and joys, but the sweetness of it would be remembered for a lifetime; every gathering brought endless emotion.

Lin Tian returned to his post and, with Chen Feng, helped Xiang Ying charge the black bear once again.

To fight Bai Yujing on the battlefield might seem fair, but in reality, it was not a favorable deal for the Supreme Divine Court.

"Perhaps the murderer hated the victims, thinking they were wicked at heart or evil inside, and that's why he deliberately removed their hearts," Li Yue mused.

"Without the Second Prince’s permission, cutting open the abdomen to retrieve the core is nothing short of robbery!" Xuan Yuanhao hugged his sword with both hands, his expression one of amused detachment.

At this thought, Long Han couldn’t help but look pleased, raising his head to carefully observe Dan Chenzi's fighting style.

He pressed play, and was instantly awestruck, his eyes widening before slowly narrowing in enjoyment as the song continued.

"So does that mean, first, I must be willing to be with you, and only then would I pursue you?" Khaled ignored the displeasure on Xiao Xiao's face and spoke at his own pace.

What mattered even more was Ye Feng's uncanny agility when he appeared—Emperor Tong was certain that, even if they tried to escape, there would be no chance.

Spare me your feigned concern as parents. To be blunt, the only reason you raised me and Mo Tong was to ensure you'd have someone to rely on in old age. We’re nothing but your insurance, your meal ticket for when you grow old.

Following Chen Mo to Fallen Street in front of the school, to be honest, Chen Mo’s attire looked completely out of place, yet he remained utterly at ease.