Chapter 126: Ruthless Merchants and Corrupt Officials

Seeing that the situation was turning against him, Shopkeeper Xue huffed indignantly, "W-what do you think you’re doing? We Xue family folk run an honest business here; who have we ever bullied?"

Bai Huan stepped forward. "I heard that Shopkeeper Luo entrusted you with his most precious top-grade agarwood as collateral, yet you maliciously appraised it as entry-level. You attempted to seize wood worth a thousand pieces of gold for a mere ten taels of silver, and you even intended to snatch away Shopkeeper Luo’s wife in the process. Tell me, is that not bullying?"

Shopkeeper Xue sneered, "If he felt it wasn't a fair deal, he could have..."

The Long Wei Martial Arts Hall was easy to find. When the Bentley pulled into the parking space in front of the building, several students on the second floor were already leaning against the windows, peering down.

"Do not worry, Young Master. You have slain water demons before. Those water demons under the Black Fish were also enlightened by the Dragon King. I suspect they wouldn't have the audacity to hunt us all the way here."

"C-Captain! The grain, the grain!" A young Dark Elf rushed into the room from outside, shouting with a hint of panic.

The two hardened criminals couldn't help but nod at Ye Tian’s words. Based on his past record and Song Jinhua’s typical administrative style, he was the type of tough, highly capable official who wouldn't be trifled with. If someone in the higher-ups were truly trying to make a fool of him without communicating it beforehand, they might very well end up being played by Ye Tian.

It was as if a signal had been cut off; all conversation ceased abruptly. Because of this silence, the rasping "hissing" sound coming from overhead became clearly audible.

If one wished to defeat him in this regard, they would have to shatter the entire world and sever the source of his power; otherwise, it would be utterly impossible to defeat Wutian.

Looking at Ling Hao again, he had somehow managed to break free from the sword technique’s mental shackles, though his body still bore the weight of its pressure. He struggled to spread his arms under that immense force; on one side, a shimmering blue water curtain emerged, while on the other, a ghostly green vitality bloomed—a sight that left the Heavenly Cicada Immortal even more astonished.

Damn it, to label them as useless with just a single glance? That is far too reckless. You could at least go through the motions of a proper diagnosis.

After all, he had been frightened out of his wits just facing a mount of the Zhuansun clan, let alone standing directly before the burning wrath of Young Master Yan Qing.

Even if he did not achieve it, he believed he was not far from attaining the supreme fruit position. Thus, it was no wonder he was so desperate to turn back.

Lin Yunzhu went from seeing her mother-in-law two or three times a day to only once every two or three days.

Had he said something wrong? Why was the Crown Prince angry? Was it because his attitude wasn't sycophantic enough?

Wang Rourou walked over to a low cabinet, brewed a cup of tea for Jiang Yan, and served it to him with the utmost respect.

He was just as paranoid as his biological father, Ji Mingche; once he set his mind on something, he would stop at nothing to obtain it. Unless he were dead, he would never give up.

Furthermore, they both remembered the kindness Captain Su had shown them when they first arrived at the Red Flag Brigade.

His children and grandchildren were all mediocre, but the late Emperor, mindful of his early loyalty, allowed his eldest son to inherit the title.

Had she known it would come to this, Jian Si would not have been angry. She took out her phone, dialed Hua Yunqing’s number, and put it on speaker.

Using one's power to bully others and having bodyguards throw people out—these were the very words Manager Li had used against Nan Wan just moments ago. Little did he expect that, barely ten minutes later, they would all be turned back against Lu Cheng and Fang Nianyao.

She hadn't expected that as soon as she spoke, Lu Zhaoling would actually shift her gaze to her face, but the words that followed were as cold as midwinter snow.

"Besides, do you think the selection process was decided by me, your master? You are mistaken. This grand event is determined by the high-ranking elders of the sect, and they have mandated that the candidates must be newly ascended Foundation Establishment late-stage disciples, and their cultivation cannot exceed the ninth level of the late Foundation Establishment stage."

Meanwhile, Mari Makinami, who clearly understood why the Exia Gundam had suffered two consecutive accidents, did not hesitate. She continued her previous action, bringing the great blade in her hand down onto the head of the Exia Gundam.