Chapter Eighty-Five: Gluttony
was still reaching out when it was slashed off by a sword. Immediately after, a killing nail was hammered into the stump. The growth of his right hand stopped!Then the left hand, then the right leg.....Zhu Biqiong, clutching the copy of "The Art of Binding a Tiger," excitedly returned to her room to study it.
Xiaoxiao remained in place, still seeming to have not recovered from the shadow of almost being driven away.
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Jiang Wang sighed: “Staying here, you don't know if it's a blessing or a curse.”
"Of course it's a blessing!" Xiao Xiao said in a hurried voice. Perhaps she felt she had overstepped, and her voice unconsciously lowered: "Master, you saved me and helped Xiaocui avenge her wrongs. Meeting you is surely the blessing of several lifetimes. How could it be... a misfortune..."
“Stay close to Miss Bamboo this time. Don't go too far from her.”
“Master,” XiaoXiao said, “Can I learn martial arts”
Facing Jiang Wang's gaze, she bit her lip: "You said there was danger. I want...I want to help you."
Ginger suddenly thought of a figure.
The honest man who was forever buried in Maplewood City.
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That hardworking and dedicated Tang Dun, always addressing others as "Sir," practiced cultivation to protect the peace of his world.
That was Tang Dun, the one who cooked for him and An An every day.
"I can't teach you."
Jiang Wang turned and walked out. "I'm not a good teacher."
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"Master, there's one more thing!"
Little Little shouted from behind.
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Jiang Wang stopped.
Xiao Xiao looked at Jiang Wang's back and hesitated to ask, "After this, can I take the surname Du Gu"
With tear-filled eyes, but not a sound came out: "My family no longer wants me, and I...don't want them anymore either."
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Jiang Wang was silent for a moment, understanding what was going on in her mind.
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>“Suit yourself.”
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A smile replaced the tears on his face.
Jiang Wang took a step and walked outside.
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As I stepped out the threshold, I said again, “If you want to learn some self-defense, ask Bamboo Girl to teach you.”
The Zhongxuan family's territory was vast, their manor sprawling across a landmass almost half the size of a small prefecture.
Of course, among so many people, those surnamed Chongxuan are only a minority. Most of them are soldiers, guards, and servants of the Chongxuan family.
At this moment, in the home of Chong Xuanxin, an old man with flushed cheeks was crying and sobbing, his voice filled with grief.
“Master Xin, you must do something for this old servant.”
That person was the Zhonghuan clansman who distributed cultivation resources in Jiacang City, Yangguo, on behalf of the Zhonghuan clan.
He was also a long-time old servant in Chongxuan's mansion. In his early years, he was given the surname Chongxuan by Chongxuan's grandfather. When he grew old, he was arranged for an easy position to lord over others.
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Zhong Xuan frowned: "In Yangguo, who else is so blind"
Even the weakest nations are very sensitive about their own territory. The beginning of the Heavy Xuan family's business in Yang Guo was not welcomed. But after the Heavy Xuan family showed a slight bit of strength, everything calmed down. Until now, it has been very peaceful.
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“He’s a man named Jiang Wang,” the old man cried. “He’s just an outsider, yet he dared to hit me! Simply dog-hearted…”
"Alright."
"He's so audacious!"
"This matter..."
"Wah wah wah, this dog servant, doesn't even know who's feeding him..."
The old man was crying heartbrokenly, when Chong Xuan slapped him directly, stunning him completely.
"I'm done!"
The old man didn't dare to cover his face, but he was both aggrieved and bewildered, not knowing what had happened: "Young Master Xin..."
He served the Chong Xuanxin family for three generations, being respected by everyone. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to roll around and play boisterously in front of Chong Xuanxin.
This ruthless slap left him feeling hurt and confused.
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“He beat me too! I told you to take charge for me! Will you or won't you” Chongxuan glared at him fiercely, roaring, “Can you just take charge of this!”
The old man fell silent at once.
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He only realized then what kind of iron plate he had kicked.
"Right now, throughout the entire state of Qi, who doesn't know that Jiang Wang is the person Sheng Ge'er relies on most It's only you who is blind and deaf, causing this kind of trouble!"
After suppressing Jiang Wuyang, Chongxuan's prestige rose to another level. His cooperation talks in Handan were also very successful. Now, no one would doubt his qualifications to compete with Chongxuanyun.
Zhonghuan pointed at the old servant and finally refrained from making a move.
“Go back to the storeroom and get something. Then, go to Brother Sheng’s place and apologize. He won't see you, of course, but the message needs to get through. You need to show your humility. Understand”
"The old slave understands... Understands..."
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At the residence of Chong Xuan.
After returning from his trip to Handan, Chong Xuan Sheng stayed at home for several days without going anywhere.
The time of rapid expansion is over, he is now doing his best to digest everything he has acquired, both in terms of strength and power.
Like a monstrous beast, slumbering peacefully. When his hunger pangs return, it shall be time for him to leave the den and wreak havoc.
A servant from Chongxuan's household had come to plead guilty, but the matter didn't even reach his ears, so he wouldn't express any opinion on it.
At this time, he was stuck in a specially made, huge chair, looking down at the black shadow squatting in front of him.
This is a test.
This was a Shadow Guard he independently established with the support of the ruthless Xuan Chu Liang.
He was unique to him, gathering all kinds of information and handling matters that couldn't be spoken plainly.
The backbone of the organization, and the instructors, are mostly veterans who once fought under Chongxuan Chuliang. The level of support they have received from their actions in Nanyao City to now signifies that Chongxuan Chuliang has fully boarded the ship of victory for the Chongxuan faction.
He was given a heavy investment. It's no longer like before, more of the love grandparents have for their grandchildren.
“Is this information reliable” Chongxuan Sheng asked.
The shadow reported, "I personally checked three of the places, and all of them had a similar situation."
“This is no small matter. I need to be absolutely certain. You must investigate this thoroughly.”
Zhong Xuan said, adding: "This is very dangerous, don't go yourself."
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"Yes."
The shadow silently withdrew.
Fourteen, clad in full armor, stood silently in the corner, like a sculpture forever frozen in time.
At a certain restaurant in Jiasheng City, a fat man was enjoying his meal.
Purr, purr.
This person eats with gusto and finds great enjoyment in their meal.
There were already three stacks of empty bowls in front, and the dishes on the table were quickly cleared.
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"Is there more food Bring it on!"
He ate and drank while casually shouting out.
“Like a starving ghost reborn.”
The shopkeeper from afar mumbled softly, then ran over with a smile plastered on his face: "Guest, this is already your seventh table."
"Cut the crap!"
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“No, sir,” the shop assistant said with embarrassment, “We’ve run out of ingredients. We can’t make you a meal anymore.”
The obese man picked up the plate in front of him and poured it into his mouth, finishing the last bit of soup.
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He smacked his lips, the oil slick moving over his thick lips.
"Burp..."
Because his fat neck made it inconvenient to turn his head, he simply turned half his body instead, looking at the shop clerk with a dangerous glint in his eyes: "But I haven't eaten enough."
"Guest, you…"
The seasoned old shopkeeper saw that something was amiss and hurriedly beckoned them over. "Get someone to buy ingredients right away, get going!"
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But he stopped halfway, as if involuntarily.
Because he saw the eerie light in the eyes of that obese man.
The old shopkeeper had lived a long life; he remembered this kind of look.
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That was an animal starving to death, its eyes often showing a light.
"Hee hee hee hee..." The obese man made a strange noise and said slowly, "But, I'm very hungry right now..." one of infinite cycles, a force that constantly battled against Xiong Sanshi's own will. This opposing force, however, drew strength from Xiong Sanshi's resistance itself. In other words, the more f...