Chapter 82: Tears Poised to Fall, Stirring Boundless Pity

“Zhang Xiaoqian, don’t push your luck. I don’t want to hit a woman, don’t force me to take action...” Wang Fan was livid, restraining himself only because Zhang Xiaoqian was the mayor’s daughter; otherwise, he would have stormed over and taught her a lesson.

“Hmph.”

Zhang Xiaoqian paid him no mind, her arrogance growing, her words sharper and more malicious: “Wang Fan, don’t let her fool you. She’s nothing but a scheming woman, stringing you along as a backup, ready to ditch you for someone better.”

“I’m not, I didn’t...”

It was a rather crude paper gourd, a simple piece of paper craft, usually left for drowsy nights when one’s mind wandered. Clearly, he was being underestimated—this was just a symbol of their intention to seize the Zhou family’s businesses, to hand them over to Zhou Sihai for public management, while secretly pulling the strings themselves.

At first, Zhu Zhuqing had been anxious, but seeing that it was truly only about teaching at the academy, he let go of his fears and began to study earnestly.

At this moment, even Black Impermanence seemed to share the sentiment, saying nothing more than offering a slight bow.

Even among titled Douluos, those who possessed a hundred-thousand-year soul ring were exceedingly rare throughout the history of the Douluo Continent—one could count them on one hand.

Tang San met Bai Ying’s gaze without flinching, his eyes brimming with provocation and fighting spirit. He clenched his fists, body leaning forward, as if ready to spring at any moment.

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Now free from the burden of a companion, Iron Egg doubled his search range, wielding the Frostblade in the mountains, venting his nameless fury on the monsters lurking there.

To the left was an entire wall of cabinets, half of them open, with high-heeled shoes tossed carelessly inside.

“Was it you who did this?! I’ll kill you all!” Elder Dugu, upon seeing the scene, flew into a rage, not even pausing to see who was in his path before attacking.

Even when she went herself to confront her father and stepmother, her father only glared at her in anger, but in the end, he relented and told her to wait and see.

She dared not meet his mocking gaze. If it hadn’t been for Dongfang Shaoqing just now, the silver coins in her belt would likely have been stolen by that pickpocket.

As Wen Ruyan and the others had suspected, the county magistrate had indeed been pilfering supplies, though he always had others do the dirty work to keep his hands clean.

But if they kept the other party waiting any longer, Lou Tianyong might fly into a rage, bringing unnecessary trouble.

Dongfang Shaoqing had lost count of how many times Su Ci called out Shaoxuan’s name, even as she lay in his embrace.

A terrifying, forbidden power collapsed the heavens, and in an instant, half the thunderbolts converged on Zhang Chen’s side.

But seeing the divine physician leaning back in the grand chair with a slight frown, Luo Yu was suddenly seized with a sense of foreboding.

Her feelings of abandonment and anxiety were instantly forgotten; more than blame, she was worried for Ye Chenxiu.

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After all, this was the most powerful prodigy in the history of a great superpower, peerless through the ages, hailed as an invincible legend.

For some reason, at the mention of “bastard,” even though Su Ci hadn’t named names, Dongfang Shaoqing knew she was cursing him.

The two factions were locked in a war of attrition, with Li Long effortlessly controlling the situation, pouring immense mental energy directly into her veins.

Good grief, who’d have thought that even in this crossover world, such things could still happen—truly unbelievable.

Take, for example, this corpse with its head buried in the earth; if it were to become a spirit, it should be a yang spirit.

This is the flaw of realms below the subtle. Though a cultivator, he still experienced the world’s joys and sorrows like any ordinary person.

Zuo Qianqiu had cultivated this way himself, so he knew that the total amount of life energy in heaven and earth never changed; it circulated through all things, always as seeds. In the primordial martial era, the energy that flowed out was never more, never less.