The contrast with the benevolent Huang Lengwei further highlights Zhang Yun's treacherous and cunning nature, as well as his wicked intentions.
"Your conditions are that simple?" A hint of surprise flashed in Jian Chenxin's eyes.
He had assumed Huang Lengwei would agree to some excessive terms, but the reality was quite the opposite. The three conditions he offered seemed to have barely considered his own interests, and the profits were even supposed to be split equally?
Jian Chenxin certainly wouldn't think that someone like Huang Lengwei was a pushover.
He must have ulterior motives.
Thinking of this, Jian Chenxin's gaze involuntarily turned to Ye Qianzhi, who was already unconscious inside the barrier, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.
Is that so?
In fact, Jian Chenxin was right about most of the time.
From the moment he first saw Ye Qianzhi and Zhuo Xinyan, he was captivated by their beauty, but unfortunately, Zhang Yun was by their side, leaving him unable to make a move.
Now that he has presented me with such an opportunity, how could I possibly miss it?
She just wanted to curry favor with Zhuo Xinyan and make Zhuo Xinyan grateful to her and repay her.
As for Ye Qianzhi, she will surely be disheartened and extremely disappointed in Zhang Yun after seeing his true colors.
With Zhuo Xinyan's connection to the family, persuading Ye Qianzhi to join the Huang family shouldn't be too difficult.
"I have no objection to Leng Wei's three conditions. What about you?"
Jian Chen held his sword to his chest and surveyed the various teams, already having his answer in his heart.
"I have no objection," Qin Wuyai said with a smile. Ever since he learned that Zhang Yun was Gong Qi's prospective disciple, Qin Wuyai had been somewhat wary of Gong Qi behind Zhang Yun.
Upon learning that Zhang Yun could use a secret technique to forcibly elevate his strength to near the Heavenly Gang Realm, they felt a growing sense of apprehension towards him.
However, the current situation seems to be extremely favorable to him. With so many geniuses and experts at the late stage of the ninth level of the Heavenly Origin Realm joining forces to besiege Zhang Yun, whose poison is likely to have completely dissipated, there is at least a 60% chance of success.
If Zhang Yun cannot use the secret technique again in a short period of time, the chance of success is 100%!
"Zhang Yun is mine." Xiang Wuji looked at Zhang Yun, who was sitting with his eyes closed, seemingly isolated from the world, and his fighting spirit surged.
"Dan Palace, only save people." Feng Yanli gave a completely different answer from the others.
In reality, given the strength and influence of the Pill Hall, this hunting competition held little appeal for its disciples. Their main purpose in coming here, besides gaining practical experience, was to test their ability to rescue others on the spot.
Therefore, many contestants who were saved by Feng Yanli and others felt grateful to them and to the Pill Palace.
Without them, some people would even have to pay with their lives.
"Hehe, since Miss Feng has made this decision, I naturally have no objections."
Huang Lengwei smiled. Dan Dian's behavior was beyond reproach and even worthy of praise.
The Dan Palace has always been detached from worldly affairs and indifferent to worldly conflicts.
Moreover, the Pill Palace possesses terrifying influence; no one wants to offend it unless absolutely necessary. My body contains countless worlds.
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Chapter 252 Short Story: Drunken Snow
Introduction: She was a beautiful princess who protected the country.
He was just a scholar who had failed the imperial examination after ten years of hard study.
In a certain dynasty, there were two kingdoms in the north that were constantly at war.
At the border between the two countries, there is a cold mountain, where ice and snow never melt. Most of the people in both countries are Buddhists. On the cold mountain is the Hanshan Temple, which is the most famous Buddhist holy site in the world.
Legend has it that Hanshan Temple is far from the mortal world and not far from the Pure Land.
It was the dead of winter, the coldest time of the year.
Heavy snow, like goose feathers, fell from the vast sky, drifting down like a dense spider web across the northern land.
Amidst the snow-covered landscape, she wore a sable brocade coat, braving the biting wind and bitter cold, her feet treading on the icy snow, heading towards the unclaimed land at the border between the two countries, Hanshan Temple.
After leaving the city, she and her guards walked for a whole day before finally arriving at the foot of Cold Mountain.
Looking out, the whole world seemed to have turned into a white ocean, and there seemed to be only coldness and whiteness between heaven and earth.
This is where she first met him.
When she spotted the faint glimpse of a white garment peeking out from the snow ahead, he had already been buried under the thick snow for nearly fifteen minutes.
She rescued him and brought him up the mountain, personally serving him a bowl of hot porridge.
His face was frozen blue by the merciless ice and snow, and his outstretched hand was so stiff that he could not hold the bowl of porridge.
The scholar did not commit suicide out of despair; he had only gone up the mountain to seek divine help, but he was short of food and fainted from hunger at the foot of the mountain, where she rescued him.
A mouthful of hot porridge warmed his stomach and, more importantly, his heart.
He knew that without her, he would most likely perish in the icy wilderness, covered by thick frost.
Finally, passersby walked over his body without realizing it.
The moment he looked up at her, her beauty and every smile captivated him; he was mesmerized.
She was like a fairy from heaven, and her ethereal beauty made his heart flutter.