Chapter 38: Cooperation
As for why Chen Ping wanted to cooperate with him, he was well aware of the motives, but the crucial question was: did the entire Chen family already know about Chen Ping's attempt to win him over?
The two of them went straight upstairs and entered the conference room, where several middle-aged men were already seated.
Upon seeing Chen Ping, two of them immediately stood up and greeted Su Tian: "Director Su."
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On the grasslands, respect was given only to the strong. Since Du Xing had been defeated by his hands, his charisma and influence were naturally far inferior to before. Even worse, having fled from his captors, Du Xing inevitably earned the label of a coward.
However, this was clearly impossible. Up to this point, the reason Zhang Xiao had maintained such a playful and detached attitude was simply because he possessed his own means of escape.
"If I tell you, it ruins the fun. Just say whether you dare to bet or not," Zhang Xiao waved his hand, speaking with an air of absolute conviction.
"This must be the poise and demeanor of a true master!" Observing the other's composure, Lin Yun gradually gained some confidence, knowing that no one would joke with their own life.
Everything—man and sword as one, utterly perfect, without the slightest obstruction. The degree of fusion with the sword was at its highest, naturally making it the most flexible and versatile. At the same time, while its offensive power was slightly inferior to the Fire Emperor Swordsmanship, it was definitely superior to the Water Emperor Swordsmanship.
In Arthas's current state, had the leaders of the coalition not harbored deep apprehensions, he would have been killed long ago.
Ahead, Xia Yiyi struggled desperately to shake off Wu Qingfeng, who chased relentlessly from behind. Since there was a gap in their strength after all, two days of continuous pursuit left Xia Yiyi's spiritual energy almost completely exhausted.
The battle for destiny and fortune was divided into nine rounds, with only the final two rounds remaining. The martial artists were all in high spirits. The showdowns between Ye Xing and Meng Yuanzhen, Ye Xing and Ji Jiange, as well as Meng Yuanzhen and Wei Qingxuan, had yet to take place and would occur during these final two rounds.
On the Chaoyang Peak of the East Peak, there was a level expanse known as the Immortal Palm, which was where the true successor disciples of the five peaks had once gathered to debate swords.
That burly man was none other than Dong Fuxiang, who was a year older than Liu Xian. Because of his full beard, he looked much older than his actual age. The reason for his anger and frustration turned out to be the exact same closed-door treatment the Qin army had encountered in Suizhou.
However, after hearing how he was addressed, Tang Yuan could not help but chuckle. Both Qi Xiaotian and Qi Ji looked somewhat rugged and unfortunate, so why did this Qi Meng look so extraordinarily handsome? Could it be a genetic mutation?
"It really is it, it really is it! Tiger, it really is it!" The old man was already too excited and incoherent to speak properly.
Li Jing'er was so hungry that she had no strength left, feeling utterly wretched all over, with cold sweat continuously breaking out across her forehead and back. Narrowing her pretty and attractive eyes, she said faintly, "Willful?" Then she let out a cold, mocking laugh.
"I'll say this one last time: I am not opposed to you and Shen Yuan. On the contrary, I support you being together with him." Zhao Wuyou tried his utmost to suppress his anger. He had made it so clear, yet this girl still didn't understand. Anyone in his position would have been driven mad.
"My friend, this is not the scent of perfume. If I'm not mistaken, this must be the floral fragrance from within the Honey Blossom Valley," said the grave-robber surnamed Yang. He swept his wolf-fang torch back and forth, wondering if he was searching for fresh flowers.
"That doesn't count, that doesn't count! With Big Brother Tiejun and Big Brother Wangyang here, is there any door they can't break open?" Ye Antong said, pouting, and everyone burst into hearty laughter.
After the two finished chatting, breakfast was already prepared. Aunt Wu was instructing Luo Yunyang on how to arrange the dishes and showing her what styles Rao Man and Gu Lengze preferred respectively.
In the dim light, that Daoist priest had a remarkably common face, looking kind and benevolent. Stroking his graying beard, he smiled at Zhao Wuyou. With such an appearance, he looked precisely like a god-defying, ghost-fearing charlatan who deluded the masses with heresy.
He had rescued her from the depths of misery, promising her eternity and a lifetime together, freeing her from endless slaughter and a life of wandering displacement.