Chapter 30: Is Taking a Loss a Blessing?

Time passed second by second, but Su Tian remained unhurried.

A female salesperson came over. “Sir, please have a cup of coffee. Take your time.” Her service attitude was quite good.

Su Tian smiled. “Thank you.” He raised his eyes slightly and glanced at her name badge, but said nothing in the end.

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Rong Niang knelt before her and said that she had offended a noble patron. As long as she could enter the Grand Princess’s residence, the patron would spare her. Seeing Rong Niang plead so desperately—and knowing that she was her own younger sister—Wei Niang found herself unable to refuse.

The moment those words were spoken, everyone in the hall was stunned. Old Madam Qiu could scarcely believe that Chen Feier was capable of saying such a thing. Her astonishment was so great that she even forgot to rebuke her.

Even going out to have fun had lost its appeal to Lu Pan. It was rare to see her like this. Lin Jiajia understood the reason at once: she still had not made peace with Di Gang, and Lu Pan’s father probably had not relented either.

“What’s wrong?” I twisted my neck backward, but unfortunately the painful spot was too far behind for me to see clearly.

“That’s right. If it hadn’t been for that Taoist priest, killing you would have shifted everyone’s attention. Without the police getting involved, I could have killed at least a few more of them.” The man spoke with evident resentment.

Chu He felt his scalp prickle as he listened. It sounded like something out of a myth—far too unscientific.

Lin Jiajia folded her arms around herself and went to the bus stop ahead to see whether there was a bus to Garden Villa. Just as she reached the roadside, a familiar black car pulled up beside her.

Never mind Jia Ren cursing Du Ruo inwardly for being so cold-hearted; in the Marquis of Chang’an’s residence, Chen Zhongluo was speaking of Du Ruo as well.

After Tian Xin repeated every detail of her conversation with Qin Keren to Yu Xiubai, his brows drew together even more deeply.

He gave me no time to hesitate. The door had already opened, and the figure seated inside the car came into view.

Now that Li Tianzhao recalled the promise of the Profound-Heaven Martial King as it had been relayed by Black Robe, he could not help finding it absurd and laughable.

The Honest Monk interrupted her. “They won’t discover this place.” With that, he entered the secret chamber and lay down on the stone bed.

It was still the same church, which had been quiet and solemn only moments before. Now it was just as oppressively silent. Yet the silence of this moment was on an entirely different level from what had come before.

No wonder the higher-ups of the Dragon-Tortoise clan were all so powerful. Every one of them had reached the Spirit Division stage. It seemed they had all overcome the tribulation of becoming Spirit-Division demons.

Whether immortal or demon, neither ultimately belonged to our human race. Where, then, did the future lie?

With his damage output as it was, it would not take long to finish off a Boss with only a sliver of health remaining. A minute later, the Scarecrow’s Soul slowly collapsed to the ground.

Just as Ma Jingwu hurriedly pressed the vital point on his right arm with his left hand to staunch the bleeding, an orange figure flashed before him and charged straight toward Wang Yuetian and Mei Aoxue, who were seated in the distance, healing their injuries.

“I had no choice!” Young Lord Leng Yu shut his eyes in despair. “Ghost Emperor, have you truly abandoned us?”

The transformation continued. The aura erupting from Su Chuan was so powerful that even Liu Ning felt as though she were looking at a monarch when she gazed upon him.

Long before the Honest Monk leapt onto the flagpole, he had already prepared his “hidden weapon.” This was an abandoned construction site, so materials were easy to find. It was his final trump card, one he dared not use lightly. That was why he had deceived his opponent twice—to make Ren Wushang lower his guard.

“What’s going on? Why did that fellow run away?” Feng asked Wu Xue in confusion. The chain of events had happened so suddenly that Wu Xue had no idea either. No one could understand why he had retreated without a fight despite having the advantage.

Luo Chenxi’s smile was filled with lingering satisfaction. “It’s all right. We can practice slowly.” He reached out, cupped her face in his hands, and wanted to continue.