Chapter 107: No Telepathy, No Wings

Jiang Wangji chases the masked demon, relying on Zhu He’s alliance to fly straight to Guijing. No one is allowed to interfere!”At this moment, Jiang Wang couldn't care less about exposing his identit...Jiang Wang and several others drank a large amount of alcohol, deliberately controlling their true essence so that they appeared very drunk. After a chaotic conversation, they did not solve any practical issues.

...even the next day, I didn't quite remember what we had said, just a vague recollection of venting our anger at Du Yexi together. But everyone felt much better in their hearts.

It was quite a coincidence. Just the night before, I had scolded Du Yehu, and the next day someone arrived at Fenglin City to deliver him a letter.

There's a bit of telepathy going on.

The one who delivered the letter was an idiotic little soldier. He first went to the academy to find Ling He.

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At first, Ling He saw the soldier but not the message and felt a chill run down his spine. He almost burst into tears on the spot. Later, he found out that the soldier was carrying a verbal message, not some kind of consolation or condolence.

However, the other party stated that this message must be spoken with three people present.

Ling He helplessly led the errand boy on a run, dragging both of the hungover fellows up. They finally met at Jiang Wang's house.

"Enough! Spit it out! What kind of cryptic message is this So flowery and complicated!" Zhao Rucheng yawned, impatiently bombarding the speaker with questions.

He always woke up on the wrong side of the bed, and at this moment his resentment towards Du Yexi was overflowing.

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Jiang Anan was sent to school by Tang Dun. Jiang Wang was slowly guiding a thin stream of water, brushing his teeth.

The young soldier looked at them and whispered, "Duke Du said that the three of you should behave yourselves."

"What a big face you have! I won't listen to you anymore!" Zhao Ruocheng was furious and turned around to leave.

Ling He grabbed him and acted as a peacemaker: "Listen to what this dog has to say before you leave."

“Pff, cough, cough!” Jiang Wang choked on a mouthful of water.

Even someone as plain and simple as Lian Linghe couldn't help but say something sarcastic about him. It just goes to show how unrefined Du Yecho's behavior is.

He was actually curious, so he didn't even brush his teeth. He casually summoned three chairs and placed them in the courtyard, sitting down in the middle.

Ling He pulled Zhao Rucheng over and sat down together.

"Alright, we're being good now. Let's hear it."

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Zhao Ruocheng was still indignant: "What does he have to say that he couldn't just write a letter Why did he have to send someone all the way Was he promoted Did his throat itch"

That little soldier hesitated and stammered, "Master Du said that writing a letter wasn't enough. Some feelings couldn't be expressed in words. He absolutely had to have me make the trip to convey his tone properly."

"I don't know how to read, I don't know how to read! What are you talking about..."

"Alright, alright, you go ahead and deliver it." Jiang Wang quickly interrupted Zhao Ruocheng, letting this little soldier continue.

The little soldier cleared his throat twice, then imitated Du Yehu's voice in a rough tone: "Listen up everyone! Tiger Brother has cleared the path of qi and blood circulation, and now he has achieved a small cycle of perfection! In the past twenty years, there hasn't been someone as talented as him in Jiujing Xuanjia! Tiger Brother is already a school captain, only half a rank below Zhao Lang. But Jiujing Xuanjia is two or three levels stronger than Fenglin City's city guard army. Calculate for yourselves!"

At this point, the soldier reached out and tentatively touched Zhao Ruocheng's head.

Before Zhao Ruocheng could speak, he quickly explained: "The Tiger God told me to slap your head when I got to this point."

Of course, he didn't dare to say Du Yexiao's original words: "Give that white-faced boy a slap on the head."

"You, Cheng, those two I'm not worried about. It's you, this lazy bum, the gap between you and your big brother Tiger is getting bigger and bigger. What are you going to do about it"

The little soldier continued to mimic, "Alright, you won't remember if I say too much. Just these. Oh, and tell my sister An An that she mustn't miss me too much. Tiger Brother will be home for New Year's Eve! Bring her a gift! That's all!"

The recruit finished reciting and let out a long sigh of relief, as if a great weight had been lifted. He wore an expression that said, "I didn't miss a single word, now praise me!"

Jiang Wang and the others exchanged glances, each seeing the word "silly" in the other's eyes.

Zhao Rucheng lightly coughed and asked the young soldier, "What is your name"

The young soldier shouted, “My name is Zhao Erting! I’m a soldier under Master Du! I’m going home to visit my family, so Master Du asked me to deliver a message!”

"How many foot soldiers are there under your command, Master Du"

"Three..." Zhao Er jumped, "Master Du forbids us to speak!"

"Seems like there are only three." Zhao Ruocheng stroked his chin: "Alright, you've done well. You're a qualified lackey. Be careful on your way back."

Ling He was generous and wanted to invite him to dinner. But Zhao Er, realizing he had slipped up, ran away as fast as he could.

No matter what, it seems that Du Lao Hu is doing well in Jiujiang. Although the way he "sends letters" is a bit infuriating. In the end, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Ling He rose and returned to the courtyard for cultivation. His foundation had already been laid, and now he was trying to construct his own small Zhou Tian.

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While Zhao Ruicheng yawned and walked towards the bedroom, he said, "Third brother, I'm going to take a nap on your bed."

In the gloomy mountain cave, the situation was dire.

The corpses were strewn about haphazardly, the stench of blood overwhelming.

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That taste burrowed into my heart, making my hairs stand on end and sending shivers down my spine.

Fāng Hèlíng knelt on the ground, begging loudly: "Spare my life, I'm useful to you, very useful!"

This time, he was chasing after two demonic cultivators who were terrorizing the townspeople with his fellow disciples from the Daoist sect. At first, everything went smoothly, but as they pursued their quarry deeper, they realized it was a trap.

They have been surrounded.

His fellow disciples were almost all killed at first glance. He reacted quickly, immediately kneeling and begging for mercy, barely surviving this long.

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People stood around him in the shadows, nobody speaking, all looking at him coldly.

Fang He Ling’s body trembled like a sieve, constantly throwing out chips: “No matter who you are, or what you want to do, I can help! I am the direct descendant of the Fang family in Fenglin City, and my entire family listens to my father!”

"Oh"

With the sound, Fang He Ling saw that on a rock in front of him, a person sat with their back to him.

He turned, a skull-shaped white bone mask covering his face, faintly emitting a ghastly light. In the dim cave, his eyes, visible only as points of gleam, were particularly terrifying.

"What use are you" the man in the white skull mask asked.

"I, I, I'm friends with many geniuses in the Daoist Academy! Zhang Linchuan! Zhang Linchuan is my elder brother! He's also from one of the three great surnames, and we're very close!" Fang Hueling rummaged through her mind, frantically searching for her bargaining chip.

He seemed to hear the masked man's laughter, but wasn't quite sure.

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"And there's Shen Nanqi! He's ranked fifth on the Fenglin City Dao Xun Board, and he's always taken me on missions with him!"

"Are you familiar with Wei"

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"Met before, met before!" Fang He-ling was not stupid; she knew that at this time, saying easy-to-disprove lies would only result in losing her last chance of survival.

So he said, "I've only met him once, but a person like Senior Brother is impossible to control. I will obey, I will cooperate! And he has already gone to Xinan!"

The man wearing the white bone mask remained silent, then suddenly asked, "Can the Fang family make the decision"

Fang He Ling only stunned for a breath, immediately said: "Yes! Yes! Completely can! My father only has one son!"

"Good," the masked man said.

Then a person walked up and shoved a white thing into Fang Hualing's mouth.

Fang He Ling didn't hesitate, swallowing it directly.

“I’ll contact you if anything happens.” The man in the white bone mask said, getting to his feet and walking into the cave.

Not until all those around him had vanished did Fang He Ling finally confirm that he had survived!

After a long, long silence, he finally walked out of the dark cave alone and saw the sunlight again.

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He braced himself, supporting his shaky knees and taking a couple of deep breaths.

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