Chapter 121: Trapped Within the Scheme, Part 1

“Lord Shang Lin, there’s no need for you to test me. Given who I am now, what matters or whom do you think I, Mo Qinghan, should care about? So don’t try to intimidate or threaten me—it won’t work. As for Jin Xi, she’s always been an outsider. I won’t do anything to her, but she still needs to experience life. I imagine facing your poker face every day must be suffocating for her. She needs something different to stimulate her, don’t you think, Lord Shang...?” Mo Qinghan’s words carried an unusual tone, almost playful yet edged with meaning.

“Zhao Yiya’s intentions are heavy. Be careful not to unwittingly fall into her hands—if that happens...” Shang Linjun’s voice trailed off, but Mo Qinghan narrowed her eyes and made a sharp gesture.

When she reached a secluded corner, she tore off a step skirt from her legs with a swift motion and tossed it aside, revealing black silk stockings beneath and faint glimpses of pink panties. Agile like a female monkey, she propelled herself forward, her hands gripping the edge of the wall, feet finding purchase between the bricks, preparing to climb over.

“Since I have established my manor and formed my base, during these days of seclusion and cultivation, you may recruit talented guests with high spiritual prowess. As long as they aren’t notorious cultivators, anyone with strength and talent is welcome.”

While others busied themselves with alliances and consolidating power, Chu Tian, the brightest top scholar of the year, quietly stayed home, cultivating in peace.

“This... this kind of plan... is it truly feasible?” Looking at the document titled “Mass Production Ability Plan,” Bu Su Di Xin felt a flicker of horror rise within him.

Compared to the previous phase task rewards, this time there were no major changes—only the spirit jade reward increased from one hundred to one thousand pieces, and the Celestial Eye could be upgraded once.

Qing Gong’s expression tightened slightly. Flames of wings flickered behind her as she stepped back. Seeing this, Mei Qin also cast a deep glance at Yifang, electric light flashing behind her, and without hesitation, she followed Qing Gong’s retreat. The four instantly spread out into three directions, forming a spacious triangular battlefield.

Ling Chuan got out of bed and took out a yo-yo. Though he had seen it played on television, he had never tried it himself.

The super-sense spread out, and over twenty kilometers away, a male cultivator rested in the small shade formed by two or three fairy trees growing closely together. He held a long-range telescope, scanning in all directions.

His skin was fair and smooth like jade, his features sharp and chiseled as if carved by a knife, and his eyes shimmered with a faint, chaotic gray light.

“Nonsense! The spiritual sea space allows nothing but spirit seeds. How could there be a huge stone inside?” An elder in black robes standing beside Elder Lu shook his head and immediately refuted the claim.

“Who do you think you are?! Do you think the Century’s assets are something you can take up at will?!” There was always such a reckless man. A middle-aged man with a coarse face but wearing gold-rimmed glasses rose, pointing at me while shouting in a harsh voice.

Activating two realm-advancement cultivation techniques simultaneously, my five parts of primordial energy drained like a flood, flowing away relentlessly.

Tang Ying showed some approval; these city people were different—exercising first thing in the morning.

It instinctively moved toward the door but glanced back at the treasure chest inside, its face showing reluctance.

“Your turn!” Zhao Wu, having stepped back, patted his shoulder to bring him out of his thoughts.

“Damn, what a shitty place.” The young man grabbed a beer bottle from the table and hurled it at the LCD television mounted on the wall.

“...” Old Zheng felt the tension in his heart unwind as Gao Xiong arrived, and he collapsed to the ground.

“Captain’s down!” Geng Haoshi saw Meng Lang prostrate himself on the ground not far away.

He shouldn’t have lingered at Nanxun Ridge after capturing the demon dragon; he should have immediately taken it back to present it to his father.

Xu Ruqing had no knowledge of Xie Ling’s true intentions, but it was true that she recently needed a protector.

He met the smiling face of Yu Zi, her expression so gentle and friendly that it gave Wei Renfan a slight sense of reassurance.