Chapter 30

The one speaking just now was Wang Xiao, a sworn brother to Xu Pingfan. Though they had only known each other a short time, they felt like lifelong friends, sharing few secrets between them.

A tall young man carrying a boy of about eleven or twelve rushed ahead to face Yu Ke.

Without hesitation, Chu Ping recharged ten million RMB, taking advantage of a 50% discount to receive twenty million game coins, and began testing weapon enhancement combined with the top-tier gem synthesis.

Fortunately, Qin Mutong had already scoped out nearby routes during a previous visit. Earlier that day, when she accompanied Ying Ang to the Zou residence, they passed by a vegetable market.

Murmuring softly, Yang Mengqiu’s admiration for Zhao Qing deepened even further.

The two turned around, ready to call Lin Shuang to scout the path together. From their inspection, this section seemed free of danger.

Zheng Hongxing’s mention of buying tonic medicine for the old lady was clearly polite words; everyone was just waiting for her to refuse so they could insist in turn.

They hurriedly entered the conference room, and upon entering, Xue Huaide and Xue Qing immediately sensed the tense atmosphere inside.

Qin Mutong and the old lady had not gone to the Zheng family, so they were unaware of Zheng Jianqing’s situation after returning home.

“It’s nothing, I’m just letting you know. Just be aware that this is happening,” Zheng Fangyi said with a smile.

Ye Qingcheng nodded, surprised that Xia Xun would take so much time to explain all these matters to her.

That day, the sky was overcast, the horizon cast in a uniform gray—a sign that heavy rain was approaching.

“Qingyu Gate seems to be acting like it’s under attack from my Black Dragon Society, all tense and on edge,” said a disciple from the mountain path not far off, eyes wary and glancing toward the inn.

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Deputy Political Commissar Su didn’t even glance at Chang Kuan, heading straight into the conference room. Chang Kuan awkwardly followed him inside.

Wang Yan was awakened by Fang Jie, and upon seeing her brother, she threw herself into Wang Gang’s arms, tears flowing uncontrollably.

But upon opening his eyes, he saw a blue light descending from the sky, larger than a sandstorm requiring five men to encircle.

Whoever told her the rumors had satisfied her—when the lady was pleased, she would order a few favorite items bought for her enjoyment.

At that moment, among the six barely holding on, Liu Ba finally could no longer endure and spat a mouthful of blood.

Floating in the void, Ye Feng raised his brow slightly, his gaze shifting from the void toward the Immortal Realm. Seeing the sky filled with Buddha light, his fingers trembled faintly, and a smile curved his lips.

“You can step down now, right?” The person behind Ye Qingcheng spoke, growing impatient from waiting too long.

“No matter, I understand. But perhaps I can help with your current problem,” Hua Ming said with a faint smile, exuding calm confidence.

Across the Lan River, he could see Mao Wei Village conducting soil foundation measurements on the opposite bank.

Yet Dong Dazhi had no idea who Fang Lan was; if he did, he would surely be astonished.

Duanmu Xiu glanced at Mu Ling, who wore only a large coat belonging to Mu Feng, leaving her pure white neck bare and her proud bosom half covered.

Indeed, Dongyang had now regained his true form and no longer needed to conceal his identity.

Inside, the puppet talismans controlled all the demon beasts and zombies—creatures like the Purple Qilin and White Tiger were all bound by these talismans.

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Seeing such a scene, I had no choice but to intervene. After all, if they lost all reason and could no longer return to humans, becoming true mindless zombies, there would be no turning back.

Now that the Star Lord had fallen, everyone understood the once-glorious Zi Yao Imperial Palace, one of the Four Great Sanctuaries, would inevitably fall from its pedestal and lose its former glory.

That person’s expression changed sharply, and suddenly he attacked. Two sword lights clashed in an instant with a roar, forcing both to stagger back.

There was also Zhao, the Fourth Young Master—a figure even more formidable than Wang Hongxian of the Thirty-Six Young Masters of the Spring and Autumn Academy. He was one of the Empire’s Ten Great Young Masters, lofty and powerful, wielding influence capable of stirring turmoil at will.

Li Wei followed inside and found many people in the office—soldiers in black uniforms, superpowered individuals in white gear, and even a familiar face among them.

His words made no sense—naturally quarrelsome and ill-tempered. The guards didn’t bother arguing. When the door opened, following the boss’s orders, they simply tossed him inside. Qian Shun barely suppressed a smile, closed the bedroom door, and dismissed the guards from the Wu Camp. Accompanying Ping Lang Zhao Sheng, he quietly waited outside, ears perked for the unfolding comedy.

He Lu was like a walking corpse, staggering painfully and needing assistance from guards. His once-black hair was now streaked with countless silver strands, his face lined with wrinkles. During the journey back to the capital, he remained silent and withdrawn, hugging his knees in the prisoner’s cart, trembling all over. Eating just three steamed buns a day, plagued by nightmares, he was reduced to skin and bones.

If the other side was frightened into withdrawing because of this, he would still feel somewhat guilty—after all, it was only a quarrel, no deep hatred.

“Enough talk. What do we do now?” Zhou Liang asked, unleashing an Ice Explosion Sword technique.

After the tiger disappeared, the large bird looked at Xu Shuang lying in the nest and surprisingly shed two tears, which fell onto her face. Before Xu Shuang could react, the bird’s massive head drooped helplessly.