Chapter 56: Resorting to Violence

After Shi Xiao hung up the phone on Shi Yun, his whole body trembled with anger, and he nearly smashed his phone to the ground.

“That unfilial daughter! It’s outrageous beyond belief!”

Gao Yun wiped her tears beside him, incessantly cursing Shi Yun’s cruelty and heartlessness.

“After raising her for so many years, we ended up with an enemy!”

Shi Tian watched his parents defend him, a fleeting sense of pride flashing through his heart, though he still put on a pitiful expression. “On the seventh day, which I estimated would be the day Ruomeng returned, I had stopped practicing cultivation, and had no desire to continue. I kept glancing at my phone from time to time. Unable to bear it, I dialed her number, but it went straight to voicemail. A knot of anxiety tightened in my chest—why couldn’t I get through?”

The sounds of battle echoed from the starry sky. Following the direction of the noise, Ruomeng looked up, suddenly frozen in place, tears streaming down her face.

“Speaking of this, Cheng Jun wishes to petition His Majesty to revoke the imperial decree granting my father a burial with imperial rites. Since he has passed, what does the manner of mourning matter? What truly matters is that my father may rest peacefully in the earth.” Huo Chengjun took the opportunity to state the purpose of his visit.

Before Dao Yaer could respond, the Han army on the city walls had already loaded the bed crossbows. Large iron bolts were fitted with gunpowder charges, and at a signal, the bolts whistled through the air toward the Persian archers. Shieldsmen rushed forward. The immense force caused the Persian soldiers’ expressions to change, and their ranks instantly fell into disarray.

I quickly retreated into my physical body, returning to the sea of consciousness, and re-released my soul attribute to swiftly regain control over both body and spirit.

A phantom figure materialized from the black mist, a semi-transparent silhouette with the village shrouded in dark fog behind it.

Wu En nodded, then turned and outlined the plan roughly to Li Si, emphasizing repeatedly the parts where Li Si would need to take action.

Lin Yin walked while carefully explaining the method to cleanse the eight meridians’ acupoints, detailing the sequence, repetitions, and pressure. Li Zhu’er listened intently, not missing a single word, and asked carefully whenever confused. One spoke meticulously, the other absorbed attentively. By the time Lin Yin finished, it was already noon.

He dared not linger outside too long, deciding to quit while ahead—if the Drawing Demon discovered them, the consequences would be dire.

Qi Guangbin’s red pillar was quite short, but despite its length, it was thick and bright. His yellow pillar was slightly taller than the red, but not by much; its thickness and brightness were strong. The green pillar was much longer than the red, with a thick and bright lower half, but it grew dimmer and thinner toward the top.

The remaining dozens of mercenaries descended the mountain under the cover of night, and today’s experiences would undoubtedly become one of their favorite tales to boast about over tea.

Seeing Yan Wu’s commanding tone, Ji Yun said no more, took the chicken soup Yan Wu handed over, and drank it in large gulps—clearly, she was quite ill.

“Thank you so much. Let’s go, then,” Mu Yi nodded, stood up, and after Qing Xian’er rose as well, the two left, heading west toward Tianyi City.

Consort Dou shifted the conversation to Wen Yukou. Facing her sharp gaze, Wen Yukou’s expression was utterly indifferent. Unlike Consort Dou, whose arrogance was ingrained in her bones, Wen Yukou preferred to respond to all changes with calm immobility. Even with her face badly swollen, she showed no concern.

Ye Gucheng swung his sword backhandedly, severing the heads of the two men. With a “plop,” two headless corpses collapsed to the ground.

One was granted an incredibly strong bloodline and physique there; the other wielded formidable skills. Of course, all these would only manifest after leaving this place.

Only after witnessing it with his own eyes did he truly grasp the terror of the Great Wilderness Empire—a spirit vessel capable of carrying three hundred thousand people. Who on the continent of Divine Land had ever seen the like?