Chen Jiayin is in charge of the engineering development of the second phase of the Yunshui Villa community.
Sudden.
The sounds of fierce fighting echoed from within the manor, and faint glints of sinister laughter could also be heard.
Two figures were locked in a fierce struggle, exchanging blows.
One of them was Xiahou Ba, whose body was engulfed in black, malevolent flames, and who was also emitting bursts of ferocious laughter.
"Hehehehe..."
He brandished his long sword, leaving trails of afterimages in the air.
His opponent was Lan Yu, dressed in a loose Hanfu that swayed in the wind like a graceful butterfly.
Her fighting style lacked any particular skill, but with her indestructible body, Xiahou Ba couldn't harm her in the slightest.
The long sword struck her as if it were striking fine steel, producing a series of clanging sounds and sending sparks flying everywhere.
Thud—
Lan Yu threw only one punch, which sent Xiahou Ba flying backward through the air, unable to get up for a long time.
"Hehehe...cough cough..."
Beside him, Fatty Situ sat on a recliner, his chubby fingers, which looked like carrots, constantly fiddling with a small abacus made of pure gold. As he calculated, his brows furrowed slightly. He got up and walked towards Ye Feng.
"Young Master Ye, there's something off about the accounts at our Jiangnan branch. I suspect someone is tampering with them, and I'd like to investigate secretly."
Fatty Situ is the grandson of Ye Feng's fourth master, Situ Yunxiao. On the surface, Fatty is just the president of the Haidong branch.
In reality, he controlled all the accounts within the Tianlong Chamber of Commerce.
The small, pure gold abacus in his hand was no mere decoration.
Ye Feng gave a word of advice.
Be careful.
After seeing the fat man off, Ye Feng prepared to head to the back mountain. He wanted to use the resources at his disposal to completely condense the thousandth golden pill.
"Woof woof..."
Suddenly, a large black mongrel darted over, wagging its tail incessantly at Ye Feng, its face full of fawning intent.
That old rascal is cunning; he could smell the rich spiritual energy emanating from Ye Feng from a great distance, which meant he had something good on him.
Believe it or not, the old weasel seems to have completely embraced the role of a watchdog now.
Every day, it obediently squats at the door, watching the passersby warily, baring its teeth, and occasionally letting out a low growl.
This has caused many people to be afraid to walk past the manor gate.
Ye Feng took out a Body Tempering Pill from his storage ring and threw it over.
"The Body Tempering Pill can temper your meridians and significantly increase your cultivation speed, achieving twice the result with half the effort."
We can't always let people act as watchdogs; we have to give them some benefits.
The old weasel was overjoyed.
This is a rare treasure. It has been cultivated for over a hundred years. I had only heard of it before, and this is the first time I have ever seen a Body Tempering Pill.
It immediately got excited and lifted its two front legs off the ground, standing upright. In mid-air, it opened its mouth and caught the Body Tempering Pill, swallowing it in one gulp.
Then, it vanished in a flash, disappearing without a trace to find a place to cultivate.
Ye Feng shook his head, and in a flash, he arrived at a mountain peak behind the manor.
Just as he was about to fully condense the thousandth golden pill, more than a dozen dark figures silently crept towards the manor.
They were assassins sent by the Seven Killings Hall, codenamed the Eighteen Arhats.
They came from a large island in the Netherworld Continent, and traveled across the ocean to kill Ye Feng...
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