Chapter Sixty-Seven: Wounded

Vivian saw the look on Shu Yiming’s face and pouted, saying, “What, are you unhappy about this? If you’re not willing, you can leave right now.”

“No, Vivian, are you doing this on purpose just to torment me? If I remember correctly, this hospital belongs to your family’s Tiansheng Group. You’re the heiress here. When you come for treatment, not only do they not…”

Given his own injuries and the poison he’d taken, what right did he have to choose? He could only blame himself for being outmatched—there was nothing more to say.

Zhao Hong was hopping mad. He’d only wanted to pick up a girl, but Tang Feng had given him such a harsh beating that his anger nearly burst out of him.

Who could tell how powerful that formation was? If he tried to break in and suffered terrible backlash, it would hardly be worth it.

After all, these shadowy figures must have valuable goods on them, and such ill-gotten gains could only be sold in the Drifters’ Tribe.

At the critical moment, behind the demonic spider, a booming voice suddenly rang out: “Beast, how dare you!” As the shout echoed, a furious surge of true energy tore through the air, roaring toward the spider’s back.

“The human heart is complex; life comes in countless forms… Your teacher is a person of great wisdom.” Master Bai Xin sighed, and the heaviness that always colored his voice seemed to lift a little.

“Could it be that the Japs are running another one of their experiments?” This man, with a stronger mind, simply suspected the Japanese.

“There are many worlds where Earth exists, and in many of them there’s the concept of ‘human’—whether in form or true race, isn’t that so?” the Imperial Weapon said calmly.

Those like Murong Qianye, who not only looked young but possessed such high cultivation, were truly rare. Take the Valley Master of the Ten Thousand Beasts Valley, for example: he seemed young and powerful, but he was actually a spirit beast. His age and a human’s were entirely different.

He’d been away from home for years and hadn’t kept up with corporate news. When the maritime police officers mentioned “Director Yan,” he’d always assumed it referred to some vice president or sales director at Blue Shipyard.

Stephen Strange ultimately refused to give up. The hope brought by artificial organ transplant surgery shone before him—he was a doctor himself and could see that Meme Corporation’s technical standards were well refined, with no need for any FDA certification.

A colonel jumped down and, seeing the ragtag Sichuan soldiers, looked on with disdain—until he noticed they were armed with over a hundred Type 38 rifles, three machine guns, and six grenade launchers, leaving him dumbfounded.

With his eyes snapping open, Zhu Yunfeng muttered to himself. Then, as his words trailed off, he suddenly turned to gaze into the distance, his piercing eyes seeming to see through everything as he locked onto the sacred ground behind the Buddhist Temple of the Tathagata. Greed flashed unmistakably in his gaze.

“A weasel wishing a chicken a happy New Year is up to no good—this is an old saying passed down by our ancestors,” Ao Mudong retorted.

Suddenly, a flash of swordlight shot from within the cave, and a cold-faced man emerged, wielding a broken sword.

A husky trotted over, circled twice, and then, with great satisfaction, lifted its leg to pee on the leg of the chair beneath him.

So, though she felt some impatience in her heart, she still managed a smile and turned to face Zhou Fangyuan.

So I began to drink heavily, to spend my days in internet cafes, hoping to numb myself this way. I stopped asking after your news, afraid I wouldn’t be able to bear that kind of blow.

Conflicts among cultivators generally stem from just a few causes: competition for cultivation resources like secret techniques and treasures, ideological clashes between good and evil, or the pursuit of intangible honor.

After breakfast, Mo Yufan and Luo Qingyu bade the shop owner farewell with a smile, then wandered around the small town. Dressed in modern clothes, they stood out among the townsfolk, hoping this would attract the attention of other agents.