Volume One, Chapter 63: Stirring Up Trouble

Su Ningxia curled her lips. “So, you’re saying this is the act of stamping a fake seal, aren’t you?”

“What fake seal? My parents are the law—they let whoever they want into the squad!” Liu Dazhuang said, full of swagger.

In truth, Tuoba Xue, who had left the land of the Xiongnu, had only gradually adapted to life in the Han dynasty. She grew up in the capital of Kudu, then followed Zuo Ci to live in Han territory. Whether in customs or emotions, such a change required time. Over these seven or eight years, Tuoba Xue’s longing for the Kudu capital of the Xiongnu was no less than that of Helian Jinyan.

Xiao Feng and his companions, trailed by assassins, happened upon the convoy of Prince Han Giles by sheer chance. At the time, Han Giles saw that they all bore wounds of varying severity, and noticing they were not villains, brought them onto his fleet, which was about to set sail for the return journey.

Not only were the two Tiger Guards surprised, even Tang Chuan, hidden in the shadows, was momentarily stunned by Peony Fairy’s actions. Yet his astonishment swiftly melted into a smile—he understood her intention. In that instant, the young lord’s fondness for the Peony Fairy grew even stronger.

Still, he dared not disturb the students moving in and out of the teaching building. If the assassin discovered them, he might act recklessly and endanger the students’ lives.

“That girl has disappeared somewhere,” said the Purple-Gold Dragon. No sooner had he finished speaking than a burst of violet-gold radiance erupted from his body, startling the group, who all turned their gazes toward him.

The scroll was perfectly cylindrical, like a round tube, with no visible opening. Flecks of lightning arced across its surface, and a faint electric aura seeped from within, marking it as something extraordinary.

Since Qi Nanbin became commander, he had rarely sparred with others. Encountering a master like Ye Fei, he grew more and more excited with each bout, and was frustrated when his father called a halt.

“I, as a humble Taoist, wish to seek an ancient tomb and retrieve something from within,” Long Xingyu said with a smile.

Such a sudden, deathly command made Xue Xiaotong jump in fright; she clung softly to He Ziyan for support.

“Misfortune and blessing are intertwined; where blessing hides, misfortune lurks. There’s something strange on the left—let’s not go that way. The right road.” He pointed to the muddy path on the right.

Thousands of people gathered in the plaza. No voices, no noise—only a heavy silence that even Mo Qingqing, watching through a screen, could feel.

“Bailin, take Pink Butterfly and tell the hidden guard Black Eagle, under Zong Junhua’s command: if he wants to save Lin Hu and the others, Zong Junhua must close the black market immediately and wait for us!” Su Ruoxi said to Mo Bailin.

“I’m merely lamenting how many twists of fate the world holds—how many lovers are kept apart, only for others to take advantage in the end!” As he spoke, Master Han looked with tenderness at the gentle-faced Leng Tian, his smile full of pity.

“Du Haoran, it seems you forgot to call me 'grandfather',” Lin Long remarked calmly as Du Haoran opened his eyes.

However, the supply of Heavenly Return Sacred Water was scarce—each bottle used meant one less remained, which made it all the more precious.

Even though Lu Zhirong and Liu Chengxuan were Qin Ming’s enemies, Qin Ming could not help but praise them from the heart.

At that moment, the police apprehended a suspect. However, he did not look like a suspect at all.

“It truly is difficult. So, I plan to have Black Monkey stir up some commotion outside with you all, to draw Yan Hao’s attention outward. With their focus outside, the defenses inside will relax, making it easier to rescue the people,” Lin Long explained.

Hearing something had happened, Zhou Haotian’s heart leapt into his throat. He wondered if that unfilial son had run away from home again.