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Chapter 233: This Girl is Li Xiaojun
🕑 Added 2024-10-16 14:47:17 +0000 UTCIn a small town, the sudden clap of thunder echoed across the sky.
Soon after, rain poured down heavily.
The previously leisurely pedestrians on the street suddenly seemed to have hit a fast-forward button, pulling their heads down and moving quickly.
The tea stall on the roadside, with its tent raised, became the perfect refuge for people escaping the rain, and soon a large crowd gathered under its cover.
At the tea stall, the previously bored storyteller suddenly brightened up with so many listeners, and he began speaking passionately.
"The battle was truly earth-shattering!"
"The Tianxuan Palace, one of the last hideouts of the remnants of the Tianheng Clan, was packed with powerful figures. There were eight Martial Emperors alone, over three hundred quasi-emperors, and countless Realm Kings."
"Hehe, but do you think the Human Sacred Hall of our Jiucang people would back down from this?"
"In the ancient battle, we were victorious. And now, after thousands of years of growth, the Jiucang Human Clan is stronger than ever!"
"Our Human Sacred Hall sent one of its Hall Masters, leading over thirty Martial Emperors, directly to Tianxuan Palace."
"As expected, other than the mysterious Palace Master of Tianxuan escaping with serious injuries, everyone else was killed!"
"This shows that no evil can thrive in our Jiucang realm. Those who dare to provoke us humans, no matter how far they run, they will be exterminated!"
The storyteller straightened his back and spoke with a firm and resounding tone.
"Bravo!"
"Clap! Clap! Clap!"
"Well done, you deserve a reward!"
Thunderous applause filled the small tea stall, drowning out the sound of rain and thunder.
The crowd was immersed in the pride of their race's strength.
Meanwhile, outside on the rain-soaked streets, a young, handsome figure walked by, drenched and despondent.
His clothes clung to him, soaked with mud and rain, and he staggered as he walked.
Several plump girls, each weighing over three hundred pounds, tried multiple times to catch up to him, offering the oiled paper umbrellas in their hands.
But they failed.
In the end, they could only stand there, tearfully watching him leave, gazing at his shaky steps, fearing he might collapse at any moment. Their hearts broke as they saw him walk away…
This young man was none other than Nightingale!
He had heard this kind of storytelling several times by now. The news of Tianxuan Palace's destruction was known by almost everyone.
While others were celebrating, it was a time of grief for him.
Tianxuan Palace was his home, and he, the traitor. His family, friends, master, and fellow clansmen… all died because of him.
"Why… why?!"
Suddenly, he dropped to his knees, raised his arms to the sky, and let out a gut-wrenching roar.
As he screamed, the rain seemed to spiral around him, and the camera panned upward, as if taken from a drone…
Plop.
Just then, a warm hand gently rested on his shoulder, and a soft female voice came from behind.
"Don't be sad. This will pass."
Nightingale turned his head mechanically.
There, standing behind him, was a dark-skinned girl, weighing over three hundred pounds. Her eyes were sincere and clear as she gazed at him, filled with encouragement.
Nightingale’s face twitched slightly, and then he turned away, refusing to acknowledge the girl.
"I know you're sad, but your disappointment might be a sign of growth. Do you understand?"
The girl tried to comfort him.
"…Get lost."
Nightingale took a deep breath and growled in a low, hoarse voice.
He felt a strange heat rising in his icy chest, as if a fire had ignited, making him want to hit something.
Yet, the girl remained unafraid. She raised her voice and said, "You shed tears! That means you understand this life!"
"Get lost!!"
Nightingale shouted, his neck reddening with fury.
His shout carried such a fierce wind that it whipped the girl's hair and clothes wildly. Had it been any ordinary girl, she would have been blown away.
But this girl weighed over three hundred pounds.
She stood as firm as a mountain.
Despite the outburst, she wasn’t scared. In fact, she believed this sorrowful young man needed comforting, and she felt a connection to his pain. Seeing him suffer made her sad too.
So, she opened her arms and moved forward, intending to hug him and offer the warmth of her embrace.
"Get lost!!"
But Nightingale had reached the limit of his patience. With a powerful slap, he sent the girl flying. The force of the blow made her cheeks ripple like waves, and her body spun like a top, whirling away.
"Plop!"
"Ahhh—oooh!"
As the girl spun, the wind blew into her open mouth, making her tongue flap wildly, producing strange sounds.
"You dare hurt someone!"
At that moment, a slim young man rushed out from a nearby alley, his face full of righteous anger. Rolling up his sleeves, he seemed ready to teach Nightingale a lesson.
"Yue Lin, what are you doing!"
But the plump girl sternly shouted, "Don’t you dare hurt him, or you'll never see me again!"
"I…"
The slim young man was left speechless and flustered.
Nightingale, seeing this, couldn’t be bothered with these trivial people anymore. With a single step, he disappeared from sight.
On any other day, he wouldn’t have hesitated to slaughter this small town, but today, his grief was too overwhelming. He didn’t want to do anything.
Besides, he couldn’t afford to take risks.
He was the only one who knew the true face of the enemy responsible for Tianxuan Palace's downfall. He couldn’t die. He had to share the image of that wretched villain with the rest of the Tianheng Clan, to ensure that scum would pay for what he’d done!
"I must pull myself together and contact the other factions of the Tianheng Clan before they fall prey to that bastard's deceit."
His fists clenched tightly, his teeth grinding with hatred.
Suddenly, he remembered the burly man who had been chasing that villain before. The man had said he too had been tricked.
It seemed that villain had deceived not only him but even people from the Jiucang Human Clan. This wasn’t just some random scheme; that man was a professional con artist!
"Now that I think about it, that scum isn't even doing this for his clan. He's deceiving everyone for his own selfish gain!"
The more he thought about it, the more disgusted he felt. He couldn’t comprehend how such a despicable person could exist in the world.
How had that scum not yet faced retribution??
Meanwhile, Qin Chuan was far from receiving any retribution—in fact, it seemed like his luck was improving.
Ding! Your son humiliated Luo Changshu, automatically earning you 25 points of 'Dad Credits.'
Ding! Your son humiliated Lu Ziming, automatically earning you 27 points of 'Dad Credits.'
Ding! Your son humiliated Luo Shuibi, automatically earning you 28 points of 'Dad Credits.'
Ding! Current balance: 160 'Dad Credits.'
A series of system notifications rang in Qin Chuan’s mind, making him feel refreshed, as if he had just drunk a cold beverage on a hot summer day.
Not bad.
Qin Xiaozhu had grown up, learned how to humiliate people, and was now earning Dad Credits on his own.
"After a few months of silence, he's back to humiliating people again. Looks like something big is about to happen in the Ziyun Region."
A smile appeared on Qin Chuan's face.
It seemed like it was time for him to return to the Ziyun Region as well.
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