Chapter 256
Chapter 256
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Translator: Ace
Chapter: 0
Chapter Title: Post Station Compensation
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The runner from the post station came running over again, shouting and demanding that they compensate for the post station's losses.
Sun Yisheng was an official in the Western Capital, but his position was minor—just the envoy of the Guanghui Depot under the Ministry of Revenue, a low-ranking ninth-grade official with no real authority.
Even if he did have authority, the post station was a local institution under the county government. Officials from the Western Capital had no jurisdiction here, so if something was damaged, compensation had to be paid.
Sun Yisheng did not have much money on him. This trip back to Xixiang was not simply to escort Chen Shi to the capital; rather, it was his own return...
"The great Dark Lord Kells is about to be resurrected. You pathetic human vermin dare to interfere? I will tear you limb from limb."
Once the group entered his aggro range, Nikolai yanked the giant sword from the ground and roared.
After shouting for what felt like half the day with no response, Weiyang furrowed her brows involuntarily. She wondered if the person wasn't in the room—otherwise, why no reply after all that yelling? Even if they were asleep, her loud cries should have woken them by now.
What good words did he have for his old rival Ye Gucheng? He merely sneered and turned to Chen Jin.
Clash after clash, Gu Hao's will was shattered and reformed repeatedly, growing ever more resilient.
"Forget it. I don't want to know right now."
Right now... until she confirmed certain things, she could not form a blood pact with Yun Xie.
Observers from the other families walked in twos and threes, chatting and laughing—some discussing the surgery course content, others catching up on old times. Only this pale-faced individual had almost no one willing to walk beside him.
Of course, no deaths had occurred so far. The worst was two young men of comparable strength clashing, fighting to the death—one carried off badly injured, the other claiming a hard-fought victory amid heavy wounds.
Xue Meng's heart was filled with unimaginable grief. Chen Fei's deception had planted a seed of disappointment and desolation within her. The true form of the Illusion Sword was already a top-grade artifact in this mortal realm, so its speed was naturally no slouch.
At Long Yanhua's urging, Bai Shaosi recounted the southern domain leadership's secret scheme from start to finish. His explanation was far simpler than Long Yanhua's, yet every word precise, turning the Bloodred Martial Saint's face increasingly grim.
For a high-end dual-aspect artisan like Bei Qiyun, the elixir required meticulous refinement for superior quality—and his speed was such that he had already begun the second batch.
Thus, in that instant, Lu Chen and the Hand of Death were like two billiards players, with the deputy city lord as the cue ball, ricocheting back and forth between them. Blood sprayed ceaselessly through the air, painting the ground beneath them a vivid orange-red.
Even after Lu Chen departed, Min Molan's gaze lingered long at the spot where his silhouette had vanished.
Despite this, on Earth, complacent folk still watched sci-fi flicks daily—zombies and monsters overrunning cities as if strolling on flat ground.
Cheng Daming never imagined Zhang Donghai was simply too stingy to spend. No, he figured it was because Zhang Donghai, as a soldier, was reluctant to patronize the Tianxiang Grand Hotel.
Thus, though Chen Changsheng ran, he maintained a tantalizing distance—always visible to the horde of barbarians, yet forever just out of reach.
They could see him, but never quite catch him. At the same time, his ceaseless flight lured the Iron-Winged Wind-Thunder Eagles in hot pursuit behind him to cluster unwittingly—ripe for incineration in one blazing inferno.
Lu Guanwang's clothes were drenched in cold sweat. He wiped ceaselessly at the sweat beading on his face, stammering out a figure while trembling.
"Sorry, sir—your bank card account has been frozen. I'm afraid that's not possible!"
The ticket seller gave Field an odd look before handing back his credentials and card.
Seeing Lu Chen stifling a laugh, Feng He's blush deepened fiercely. In petty revenge, she gave his waist a hard pinch.
End of chapter.
The runner from the post station came running over again, shouting and demanding that they compensate for the post station's losses.
Sun Yisheng was an official in the Western Capital, but his position was minor—just the envoy of the Guanghui Depot under the Ministry of Revenue, a low-ranking ninth-grade official with no real authority.
Even if he did have authority, the post station was a local institution under the county government. Officials from the Western Capital had no jurisdiction here, so if something was damaged, compensation had to be paid.
Sun Yisheng did not have much money on him. This trip back to Xixiang was not simply to escort Chen Shi to the capital; rather, it was his own return...
"The great Dark Lord Kells is about to be resurrected. You pathetic human vermin dare to interfere? I will tear you limb from limb."
Once the group entered his aggro range, Nikolai yanked the giant sword from the ground and roared.
After shouting for what felt like half the day with no response, Weiyang furrowed her brows involuntarily. She wondered if the person wasn't in the room—otherwise, why no reply after all that yelling? Even if they were asleep, her loud cries should have woken them by now.
What good words did he have for his old rival Ye Gucheng? He merely sneered and turned to Chen Jin.
Clash after clash, Gu Hao's will was shattered and reformed repeatedly, growing ever more resilient.
"Forget it. I don't want to know right now."
Right now... until she confirmed certain things, she could not form a blood pact with Yun Xie.
Observers from the other families walked in twos and threes, chatting and laughing—some discussing the surgery course content, others catching up on old times. Only this pale-faced individual had almost no one willing to walk beside him.
Of course, no deaths had occurred so far. The worst was two young men of comparable strength clashing, fighting to the death—one carried off badly injured, the other claiming a hard-fought victory amid heavy wounds.
Xue Meng's heart was filled with unimaginable grief. Chen Fei's deception had planted a seed of disappointment and desolation within her. The true form of the Illusion Sword was already a top-grade artifact in this mortal realm, so its speed was naturally no slouch.
At Long Yanhua's urging, Bai Shaosi recounted the southern domain leadership's secret scheme from start to finish. His explanation was far simpler than Long Yanhua's, yet every word precise, turning the Bloodred Martial Saint's face increasingly grim.
For a high-end dual-aspect artisan like Bei Qiyun, the elixir required meticulous refinement for superior quality—and his speed was such that he had already begun the second batch.
Thus, in that instant, Lu Chen and the Hand of Death were like two billiards players, with the deputy city lord as the cue ball, ricocheting back and forth between them. Blood sprayed ceaselessly through the air, painting the ground beneath them a vivid orange-red.
Even after Lu Chen departed, Min Molan's gaze lingered long at the spot where his silhouette had vanished.
Despite this, on Earth, complacent folk still watched sci-fi flicks daily—zombies and monsters overrunning cities as if strolling on flat ground.
Cheng Daming never imagined Zhang Donghai was simply too stingy to spend. No, he figured it was because Zhang Donghai, as a soldier, was reluctant to patronize the Tianxiang Grand Hotel.
Thus, though Chen Changsheng ran, he maintained a tantalizing distance—always visible to the horde of barbarians, yet forever just out of reach.
They could see him, but never quite catch him. At the same time, his ceaseless flight lured the Iron-Winged Wind-Thunder Eagles in hot pursuit behind him to cluster unwittingly—ripe for incineration in one blazing inferno.
Lu Guanwang's clothes were drenched in cold sweat. He wiped ceaselessly at the sweat beading on his face, stammering out a figure while trembling.
"Sorry, sir—your bank card account has been frozen. I'm afraid that's not possible!"
The ticket seller gave Field an odd look before handing back his credentials and card.
Seeing Lu Chen stifling a laugh, Feng He's blush deepened fiercely. In petty revenge, she gave his waist a hard pinch.
End of chapter.