Chapter 132: A Glimpse into the Gambling Den

Jiang Fan listened carefully to Xiao Yuxin’s words, hesitated for a long time, and said, "I don't have many friends I can rely on. Even including Chun Geng, our combined capabilities are limited. Tonight, I will go to Brother Hui’s gambling den to see if I can borrow a few men to help."

Seeing that Jiang Fan was finally starting to grasp the situation, Xiao Yuxin asked, "Are you sure the people you borrow will be trustworthy?"

Jiang Fan understood what she meant, but his social circle was limited. With a helpless shrug, he replied, "This is all I can manage for now. It’s hard to find truly loyal people on such short notice!"

Xiao Yuxin thought for a moment and realized he was right. She suggested, "All the factories are about to go on holiday. Liu Zhengjun isn't..."

With the arrival of Lin Shan, many tables were abuzz with discussion. For the Qin family, this was a matter of great prestige; they felt honored, stood taller, and their toasts became even more boisterous.

Luo Hongze was clearly agitated; he had not expected the clan leader to respond to him. "I await the Clan Leader's instruction!" his tone becoming unexpectedly respectful.

The wind in the air was fierce. Although Xiaoyao Yu draped a coat over Nangong Li, the unconscious girl still shivered uncontrollably from the cold.

Gu'er questioned the group, her head held high. Yet, there was no arrogance in her demeanor, only an aura of fearlessness that seemed to defy everything.

Dining on the boat relied mostly on local sourcing. Because space was limited and supplies were scarce, they had to make do with what they could find along the way.

"Money?" Feng Qingru suddenly forgot she was no longer in the imperial palace; she realized she would have to pay for items when shopping in the streets.

This imperial banquet was not a state affair, yet envoys from various nations arrived one after another. The intentions of the Tubo were easy to understand—they were seizing this opportunity to humble themselves and seek peace. However, the reasons for the arrival of the Huige and Nanzhao remained a subject of intrigue.

Then, a "rustling" sound arose—the sound of an animal moving through the undergrowth. I focused my gaze and saw signs of the grass being disturbed by the roadside, and then, a large fox appeared before me.

In truth, Lady Wang knew very well that in the Jia household, few were truly loyal. Most were merely sycophants, waiting to see who held power so they could curry favor.

She didn't want to spend the money either, but she had no choice. If she didn't pay, her mother would never give Duo and the others a kind look.

Brother Fan's "rich kid" personality was exposed without reservation; though he had clearly yielded in his heart, he still struggled with stubborn pride.

He remembered that Zhuge Wuming was only in his thirties, and he was surprised to see so many white hairs.

"Yet, it is this very obsession that transformed you from a mere mortal into the Great Emperor you are today. If one day he were to be resurrected and your obsession vanished, what would become of you?"

"That object is called a Flying Magic Carpet. As long as you sit on it, you can travel with the wind. It has only become popular in the Heavenly Continent over the past two years and has just recently flowed into our Hetair Continent," Zhuo Erjin introduced.

Second, that old man and Mo Fan had spoken many times in their dreams, and had they settled everything through those conversations?

Lin En swung his fist. Instead of using laws to seal Louis, he condensed all his power and finally activated the Blood Dharma Stone. All the immense blood energy converged into a single point, and then he struck out with a fist from afar, aiming to obliterate Louis.

After piercing the limbs of the Causality Daoist, Huang Bin gave a grim laugh, turned, and kicked the Daoist off the arena.

As for the formation manual Mo Zhuoyu found later, the third-grade spirit sword in the room, and the remaining third-grade defensive artifact and second-grade artifact, the three of them divided them up.

However, the Golden Roc’s light was indestructible. A blinding radiance bloomed, tearing through the air, piercing the sword’s pressure, and reaching directly for the soul of Li Tian in the sky.

With a soft shout, Luna hung in mid-air, her long sword sweeping down toward the crowd of Evil Spirit Valley disciples below.

Although what Zhang Deshuai said made some sense, Bi Yuntao felt incredibly depressed. Every time he went head-to-head with Chen Hao, he ended up the loser; clearly, having more helpers didn't make a difference.

This sudden turn of events made the Master of the Heavenly Demon Palace narrow his eyes. Alert and cautious, he flashed a thousand meters away.

There was no need to guess who it was—it was Liu Qianmei inside. Whether it was intentional or not, the bathroom door of this suite was made of translucent glass, and the graceful silhouette within was faintly visible.