Volume One, Chapter 46: Identifying the True Culprit

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Zhang Weimin pressed on, “Who is this person? Where is he now?”

Dao Zhenbang exhaled deeply and said, “I suspect it was Feng Erlu. That man lives a lavish lifestyle—drinking, gambling, womanizing. After the day you got into trouble, he disappeared! Among our group, only he knows how to drive!”

Zhang Weimin continued, “Feng Erlu? Is that his real name?”

“No, that’s his nickname. His real name is...” Dao Zhenbang pondered for a moment, “Feng Leju.”

Zhang Weimin sat up slightly, thinking to himself, It seems almost certain that the person who ran him down was this Feng Erlu. We just need to find him...

“Zhang Yang, what do you think about love?” This time, Xu Meilin didn’t fall asleep but closed her eyes and chatted casually with Zhang Yang.

“Aren’t you afraid of breaking out in pimples?” Seeing Su Ranshan’s frustrated expression, Su Qinghan’s tone softened.

Meng Da was clever and proud; Ge Liang stopped teasing to avoid complaints.

By my count, I can craft forty-eight sets of bowstrings. Along with Scarface and Mangosteen, there are forty-two natives in the cave. The key materials are more than sufficient.

Ye Zhen lost the argument and went home angry, but since she was usually mild-mannered, she didn’t overreact. After all, her son was now the king, the most honored person in the entire Pais Kingdom.

Watching Wu Xin move into the room Zhao Tiezhu prepared for her, Zhao Tiezhu couldn’t help but feel a bit satisfied. It seems that hiding a beauty in a golden chamber truly brings contentment.

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Originally, Zhang Yang wanted to introduce a man in the city to take care of Xu Min, but every time he mentioned it, Xu Min would deflect, saying to wait until Jingjing was older. Yet, her eyes kept darting toward Zhang Yang’s crotch, making him realize Xu Min might have feelings for him.

The island had a waterfall, so the water source was abundant and spread across the area, leaving traces to follow.

Zhang Yang and Scarface were drinking and dining in a five-star hotel, and the relaxation led them to get quite drunk.

At such a moment, if it was truly Cheng Yuantong’s doing, he wouldn’t need to hide it from me; instead, he could threaten me with Lin Yao.

Zhiben held his wife and child closely. He was a man of few words who, despite being married for years, didn’t know how to soothe his wife with words. Yet whenever Qing’e cried in sadness, he would hold her tightly, warming her restless heart with his beating one.

“We’re halfway done; you can’t be like this, sir,” said Leyi, cheeks flushing.

Then he said, “Capture everyone alive here!” He joined in, fearing the soldiers would be too rough. If you count combat strength, these dozens of archers could hold their own on advantageous terrain, even against thousands.

Inside the cave, it was spacious; the passages were high and wide, giving no sense of oppression. Crucially, every ten steps, the walls were embedded with fist-sized luminous pearls that lit the passages as if it were daylight.

The town’s environment was poor; the roads were muddy and riddled with potholes. The shops looked old and long unmaintained. Few pedestrians were around—it was the Warring States period, with constant warfare. For a border town to survive like this was already difficult.

Ling Xiao took a few steps, suddenly remembered something, returned to the tea table, grabbed a glass, and smashed it on the ground.

When Ke Ziqi looked over, he saw Karen feeding Luo Chenyang with her fork, her expression darkening with worry.

Upon that person’s arrival, the shadow respectfully greeted, “Master,” then stood silently aside.

Cheng Yue was puzzled that her attack was easily deflected, but she didn’t dwell on it. She spun gracefully, ready to thrust again as dazzling lightning flickered along her sword.

Li Mengmeng said awkwardly that abroad, meeting celebrities was effortless and required no hiding.

Seeing the scene, Ji Yanran chuckled, realizing both the Ran and Gu families must have spent heavily; otherwise, how would these young masters be so well-served and polished?

Old Master Li’s eyes widened. He had just praised Brother Yong for decisiveness, refusing to believe rumors of Brother Yong’s deep love for Mrs. Ji. Could it really be true?

Weiwei’s words caused great unrest; people exchanged glances, some hesitant, others doubtful. They couldn’t trust her on a single word.

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An Yiqi’s silence was one thing, but hearing this made An Yiqing even more worried, fearing Gong Le might be in danger inside.

Lin Xiao looked at Aisi and kindly reminded him that in the original story, this guy was defeated, captured, causing great upheaval, and ultimately met a tragic end.

“Four hammer-wielding brutes, your Grand Saint is here!” The Great Sage used a transformation technique to slip behind Guangmu Heavenly King, slapped him hard, causing him to recoil in pain. Seizing the moment, the Great Sage snatched his jade pipa.

Yan Xue nodded, as the sudden voice of the Mystical Falling Star sparked a new idea in her mind.

Drinks seemed endless; Yi Chen poured down another bottle, then hurried off to detoxify.

Ge Congzhou knelt with a bitter smile, face filled with pain, hands gripping the ground, pounding it repeatedly. Nearby, some rebels who had been pushed to high ground stared at him in confusion.

But when it came to dealing with compatriots, he was ruthless. Now that Dai Li came to him, claiming to recommend two pilots, their true purpose was obvious—to plant spies in the aviation academy.

Wenren Ya weakly shook her head. Though her organs ached from the earlier collision, now some spiritual liquid seemed to seep through her body, soothing the injuries. Instead of pain, she felt refreshed. Concentrating, she found her internal strength had surged, as if gaining ten more years of cultivation.

Jin Tianze, Shangguan Yun, Jin Wancheng, Xiao Jian, Xiao Yingying, Ke Qingqing, and Xiao Di took turns recounting what they had heard and seen. By late afternoon, they finished. The court grew more confused and uncertain, unsure whether to believe Jin Tianze or Shangguan Yun.

The boss’s face showed no urgency. Over the years, he had earned enough in aviation; if business faltered, he could just retire comfortably.

“Trying to run? Not a chance now!” Schlage had locked onto Badak and would pursue him to the ends of the earth.

“Yue Xiang, can you conduct other experiments for this poor Taoist?” Daoist Xuanji was curious about what Yue Xiang had learned at school.

Judging by the tone, Shangguan Yun was beyond help. Ning Jiu’er wept bitterly, rushing forward to hold him, wishing she could bear this calamity in his place.