Volume 1, Chapter 56: Intruder

Two maids stepped forward and bowed to Jiang Rui.
“We are Yin Xia and Yin Qiu, humbly welcoming Miss home.”
“Please, no need for formalities.” Jiang Rui approached them, carefully studying their faces to commit their appearances to memory.

Li Wenshui remained calm, taking out his phone to call a deputy city lord responsible for overseeing Rong Department operations.

In the past two years, thanks to the Lingguan Daoist’s attainment of immortality, methods of breathing and body cultivation, along with some martial arts techniques, had been passed down.

Outside the stage, people harbored various thoughts: some took pleasure in others' misfortune, while others wore faces full of worry.

Although Jimmy was surprised that the other party could access his information, he still prepared to answer truthfully. To him, Niu’er was a source of pride—his only real achievement in over twenty years of mediocrity—and there was nothing to hide or avoid.

After a brief but intense internal struggle, Pan En, drenched in cold sweat, forced himself to endure the fear within and spoke to the three-headed monster.

Lin Yuxiu thought this over and decided to find that retired streamer sometime in the future to ask a few questions.

Originally, the onlookers had only intended to celebrate, but upon seeing Zhong Junpeng again, the defeated contender’s image instantly transformed into that of a misunderstood genius.

At this moment, she dared not utter a word, for under that gaze, she felt utterly exposed—no matter what she said, it would be seen through.

“What’s going on? Why all the noise?” The man in the back seat was awakened, already hearing a commotion from inside the hotel.

Jiang Yu, seated in the front row of the audience, opened the official livestream on her phone, feeling a mix of excitement and anger.

He had not forgotten about the formal court ceremony scheduled for today, but the unusually early timing of the morning assembly left him feeling conflicted.

Two days later, news spread throughout all guilds in Tianfeng City: two guilds ranked in the forties had been suddenly overrun by an undead plague, and both fell almost simultaneously.

At this moment, Lin Jiaoyang, dressed in plain clothes, arrived at the police station early in the morning. Many staff members who crossed paths with him greeted him warmly, their faces brightening at his sunny, resolute expression, returning the smiles with genuine kindness.

There was no danger encountered on the way, and Shalin Ming had even dispatched a fleet to escort Duan Qiu back safely.

Flames surged continuously, but the destructive, devouring power had completely vanished. What remained within Liu Tian was a steady wave of warmth.

“What should we do now?” Zhao Yuan muttered under his breath, glancing around cautiously, ever wary of potential threats.

“Ugh!” As Yuan Xing tossed a grenade, Lu Bo nearby let out a muffled groan. Yuan Xing quickly turned to look and asked in concern.

Zheng Ji nodded subtly, signaling the students below with his eyes, then slowly relaxed his grip. Zhao Tong’s body lightened and she gently fell onto the soft quilt. She rolled twice before being hurriedly carried to the infirmary by several students.

However, now, within that small, worn-out cabinet, the lowest rank belonged to the martial arts skills of the second-tier city-level.

This doubt flickered briefly through Chen Jing’s mind before he refocused all his magical power on breaking through the fallen mountain.

Could it be that last night at the English corner, Wu Xin inadvertently revealed her plan to leave General City for the capital the next day to Zhen Jiali? And that Zhen Jiali’s sudden departure was to follow Wu Xin and uncover the truth about whether Wu Ming was alive or dead?

She felt her intelligence insulted—did he think she was an imbecile to try such deception?