Chapter 69: The Interview in Progress, the Down-and-Out Swordsman

Qiao Jia was no longer human, so naturally, she would not stand on the side of humanity. Even if she were human—sorry, interests came first. These human survivors wanted to shackle Qiao Jia with morality, but that was absolutely impossible.

The townsfolk and survivors all knew Qiao Jia despised being morally coerced. Seeing the situation, they immediately sensed trouble. The mayor was capable of killing. Not just Qiao Jia—even some of the monsters began to stir restlessly.

“They want you to climb Mount Everest with them. Will you go?” Having witnessed the Emperor of the Night sobbing uncontrollably, San’er was no longer afraid of them and asked with a cheerful grin.

Such an exceptionally gifted cultivator—no sect would ever easily give up on someone like that.

Turning back to Yu Jia and her companions: they braced themselves for death, resisting the searing Netherfire. Suddenly, their bodies felt lighter, and their minds gained clarity.

At this moment, Ouyang Kai realized that Murong Qianqian had learned to be cunning. She had laid out such a grand trap just to watch him make a fool of himself. If it weren’t for Ke’er being in the room, he would have shown Murong Qianqian a taste of his power right then.

The Holy Lord of Feather Void reversed his grip, conjuring a barrier behind him to block the surprise attack from Qingxiao Yun. His blade technique was fierce, seemingly aimed at overwhelming his opponent, yet he always withdrew and steadied himself when he could have pressed the attack. He avoided a relentless onslaught that might leave his foe standing, while he himself entered a vulnerable state of recovery—at that point, the outcome would truly be uncertain.

The water in the Quiet Waters Ring was brought from Kunlun Xu, purer and sweeter than any outside. San’er, having stayed in Kunlun Xu for so long, became unaccustomed to drinking water from the outside world and always asked Changsheng for water.

The man in black made a quick decision; his right hand loosened, he turned his head to avoid the sword’s edge, and kicked Xu Daoyun hard in the chest, sending him flying ten yards away.

This was Qin Jiuyue’s way of announcing to the world that the Lingyun Group was different from the Lingyun Sect, different from the entire cultivation world.

If Bei Miao’s method failed too, then forget it—go home and rest. Fate decreed that the Millennium East Pearl could not be taken this time; there was no use forcing it.

Manager Wang nodded his assent, already calculating in his mind which family the young lady belonged to. Perhaps he could collaborate with the author of Embroidered Screen in the future.

Yet the Duke of England worried that the adopted heir might be of poor character and disgrace the family’s reputation, so he resolved to investigate thoroughly before making a decision.

“If we go now, we won’t be able to explain ourselves,” Xi Simeng said, clapping her hands. Unexpectedly, the blade came in from outside.

All the maids at Shou’an Hall had been trained personally by Madam Fang, so when questioned by her, they dared not conceal anything.

That elder brother, who in her previous life rescued her from the hands of those demons just before death, taught her many skills, led her in killing zombies, protected her everywhere, and finally, to help her escape the horde, was torn apart alive by zombies.

Seeing the Japanese ghost constantly gazing in the direction Ning Qiu Yue had fled, Ye Qingnian quietly approached him and switched back the explosives Ning Qiu Yue had brought.

With the first taste of hot pot, its gaze instantly brightened—a joy and satisfaction like never before.

The Interpreter and Demon Dome attacked in tandem, two-pronged, enveloped in rainbow-colored energy, slashing at him with lightning speed.

Yang and Yin merged; Lin Luo and Su Rou’er embraced, their powers complementing each other.

Then Lan Chong used the same technique as before, restoring Lu Tong’s soul. According to Lan Chong, as long as he took a restorative elixir, he could be perfectly revived.

Fan Zhong drank a huge gulp of wine, then rose, left the dining table, returned to his lounge chair, closed his eyes, and drifted into dreams.

The war god Odin was battling twelve henchmen. Sensing the scene, he had to withdraw and engage in a fierce fight with the moon goddess.