Chapter 65: The Snail Has Found a Companion

At the commune, the foundations for Wanshun’s private residence and the dormitory had already been dug, covering an area of one thousand square meters. Although the private house and the dormitory were connected, they remained independent of each other. The residential building occupied two hundred square meters and would only rise two stories high. The dormitory, spanning eight hundred square meters, was planned for ten stories. The lower two floors would serve as temporary quarters for visiting mechanics, the middle four floors as collective dormitories, and the upper four as family accommodations.

The office building would cover about eight thousand square meters and rise six stories above ground, with levels below as well.

Zhu Gaoxu’s reputation grew ever more prominent, and with it, his business flourished—more and more people came seeking loans.

Outside, the rain fell in a steady drizzle, while inside, Wan Yu’s heart grew calm and still.

“With my own strength and the innate spiritual treasure—the Infinite Ring—even if I encounter an immortal of the demon clan, I have enough confidence to preserve my life,” Xia Mangqian mused to himself.

Hearing this, Qiao Duan noticed the old Mrs. Ji behind her cursing her close friend with deep-seated hatred.

She wondered whether, after merely mastering the basics of Dragon Subduing Eighteen Palms, she could truly reproduce the explosive visuals and sound effects she’d seen on television.

Turning back, she walked to the sofa and stared at the alluring face of Qiu Shiman on the newspaper. Extremely irritated, the old lady crumpled the paper into a ball and tossed it into the trash can.

From the martial platform came the clash of swords—people could only vaguely make out a black shadow and a green one, flying through the air and then crossing rapidly on the ground.

That day, unable to bear ordering takeout any longer, she changed into her pajamas, went out to buy groceries, and, on the way, took the garbage downstairs.

If he couldn’t defeat these eighteen silver-haired men before the nine rounds of war drums finished sounding, his journey through Jiufang City would end here.

First, wear them down, then strike from a position of ease—an impulsive attack wasn’t Xu Hai’s style. Of the seven prodigies, four had fallen to his careful scheming and deadly ambushes.

The window of the Porsche rolled down slowly. Hakuto Boruto stuck his head out, gazing at Lin Peng with a complex expression—worry, earnestness, and a hint of relief in his eyes.

Within the earth’s veins, countless long-dead dragon lines and extinct or withered spiritual herbs and flowers bloomed and revived. Bewitched demons and spirits broke free from their shackles in that instant, and among humans, deceased masters of Buddhism and Daoism were reborn from their bones.

“What? Do you think those herbs aren’t worth my trouble?” Xue Qi roared at Qing Yanquai, his beard bristling and eyes glaring.

Perhaps because she had only just begun cultivating the second layer, the face behind her head was vague and indistinct, flickering in and out of view.

At Sun Wukong’s command, the millions of Buddha soldiers from Flower Fruit Mountain shouted with excitement, brandished their weapons, and charged at the Buddhist army once more.

“Hmph, worthy indeed of the Ancestral Dragon of the Wild’s secret technique. Impressive! Then take another move: the Greenwood Sword Emperor’s Art!” As Jiuling Yuansheng finished speaking, a green pine-patterned ancient sword appeared in his left hand. Ten shadowy sword energies lined up behind him, undulating in the air.

Black and White Impermanence exchanged glances, both finding the reasoning sound. Yet, when it came to naming who had hired the killer, they were unwilling. For a moment, they were caught in a dilemma, not knowing what to do.

With a helpless nod, Xiyun found the most concealed spot and plunged downward. Even if she was bound to be discovered eventually, she would hide her presence with immortal power for now.

Chang’e, seeing Yang Qingdi’s face, was taken aback—his originally handsome and heroic features had turned twisted and ferocious, and his black eyes now burned red as blood.

“All right! But I’ve heard that to be a guard, one must know martial arts. Fourth Sister-in-law, can you teach Zhang’er kung fu?” Liu Zhang asked.

Bai Xing tumbled to the ground in a somewhat sorry state, spitting blood as he sat up.

The guard said nothing. In his hands was a mighty Eagle shotgun, equipped with a grenade launcher, side anti-riot barrel, and night vision sight. Wearing a riot helmet, he shone the tactical flashlight mounted on the gun at Xiao Yun’s face, studying him carefully.