Chapter 63: The Hotel Quarrel

“Golden Finger Society? What’s that supposed to be?” Qin Yu looked at Jin Ming with some confusion.

“Sir, it’s actually the Thieves’ Guild. But ‘Thieves’ doesn’t sound pleasant, so we just call it the Golden Finger Society. Sounds much better, don’t you think?”

Hearing this, Qin Yu couldn’t help but laugh. So even thieves nowadays gave themselves fancy names.

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He fainted. That’s right. Simply fainted. Perhaps Chen Hao was the first cultivator in the history of cultivation to pass out because the spiritual energy was too rich.

“This is just how the soup is prepared. Please, enjoy.” The fat chef’s eyelid twitched when he heard this, having hoped for a few words of praise from Wang Fen, or at least to ask how to catch fish. But Wang Fen simply turned and left.

Within the temple, Shouichi grew anxious, his shouts verging on hysterical. But there wasn’t a single guard in sight—not to mention the enemy, not even a ghostly shadow.

Outside the restaurant, the concrete pavement bore no dark tire marks, but instead four white streaks, as if the ground had been sanded and left with cement powder. This was the effect of Wang Fen’s modified super-strong tires—leaving marks on the road, but never burning the rubber.

Of course, if there were truly no mages available, there was a second method: using exceedingly expensive dialysis gems to do a mage’s work. But the cost was so high that even hiring a magic apprentice would be cheaper, making it something ordinary people couldn’t possibly afford.

As for starting a war—he would wait until he’d conquered China and managed it well enough to possess overwhelming strength against the Western powers. Only then would he consider it.

When Chen Hao learned all this, he was left gaping in astonishment. After all, didn’t he have an artifact on him right now?

Zhuo Yang was secretly amazed; he’d never heard Ji Taozi speak so much at once before. Her words struck directly at his heart, and every one of them rang true.

According to Ji Ming’s estimation, even a third-generation super soldier wouldn’t survive a blow from this blade.

“Heaven has abandoned Cangtiger City! Brothers, fight with everything you have! We’re all dead men anyway—if we can take one down with us, that’s something!” Niu Qiang roared, his voice echoing as he was the first to burst out from the city lord’s mansion. The surge of his battle aura sent his sword slashing through the sky, bearing down upon the many powerful demonic cultivators.

But since they had demanded the fight, there was no way they could simply give up. They had to keep fighting, at least until the end. They couldn’t surrender and let their team be wiped out by their own hand. They would have to wait for Matron Shahras to unleash her devastating move and annihilate them.

At this thought, Tianchen’s mind raced. He hurriedly put away the Soul-Loss Hall of the Evil Emperor, then unfurled the Heavenly Hidden Wings and soared toward the Valley of Sacrifice.

Meanwhile, Lu Tianlang, after two days of contemplation, found his footing again and began discussing matters with Qin Zheng, Chu Huaisha, and the others.

In the distance, the demon lieutenant led more than a thousand demon troops, a smile playing across his lips. In his view, no matter how much these humans struggled, the spoils would end up in his hands.

Ao Li anxiously circled Tianchen. The chaotic energies had instantly annihilated ancient gods like Han Moli—how much longer could Tianchen possibly hold out?

Just as Yun Fan thought the array carved into his bones would expel the bloodline curse from his body, he discovered things were not nearly so simple.

After listening to Ye Xin, Lin Qian was deep in thought. He couldn’t help but look up, his gaze shifting to the spot diagonally above him.

In fact, Zheng Yixiong on the other end of the line was a little surprised. He’d thought Ning Fan must have something very important, but it turned out to be an easy task. With the route and license plate of the van in hand, stopping the vehicle would be as simple as making a call.

After the two left, I called in a nurse to draw the curtains, then summoned Duoduo and the Golden Silkworm Gu.