Volume One, Chapter 83: She Must Be Taken Back

Su Ningxia met that pair of emotionless eyes and suddenly smiled, saying, “If I don’t know you, then I don’t.”

Beside her, Dong Qiang immediately swung his arm in a threatening arc.

“What are you still arguing for? Just hurry up and come back with us and die!”

Ma Yan went up and seized Su Ningxia’s arm. “Come on, Xiaoxue, let’s go home and live a good life with Mom and Dad!”

The recent ambush had clearly left its mark on him; most of his equipment had been used up, and if he were to encounter Dule again, escaping wouldn’t be so easy. Still, he suspected Dule wouldn’t have the nerve to wait for him outside the city.

With the addition of the Sword Attendants, their efficiency soared. In just over ten days, every poisoned cultivator in Tianlu City had taken the antidote.

While the Netbearers’ leaders were still in the dark, Yun Chi quietly approached one of them and struck with lightning speed—a golden needle stabbed into the man’s brow, forcing him to watch in terror as he turned to ash.

“I didn’t expect the Yin family would be the first to lose their patience. But then, they have the backing, don’t they? With the Lord of the Northern Underworld behind them. So what do we do now? Follow or keep waiting?” Zhou Zhixian raised an eyebrow, musing over the Yin family’s luck in attracting the Lord of the Northern Underworld’s favor.

The power of the Heavenly Demon Sphere was truly formidable. Even when they had fought the Demon Dragon, the palace buildings hadn’t been destroyed to this extent under such fierce attacks.

At the intersection of two main streets in the center of Tianshi City, countless cultivators blocked the area, fervently discussing the few figures locked in battle at the center.

She was beginning to suspect that Lan Qianxue’s death was closely tied to Xiao Zhe; otherwise, why would Ji Nuanxin have so insisted that Xiao Zhe was the murderer that time?

In this world, only distilled spirits aged for more than ten years were considered fine liquor, recognized by nobles and connoisseurs alike, and thus carried any trade value.

The one who once set off fireworks for her every night would never again do so.

It seemed she truly needed to wake Ji Furong before leaving, and send her away from her room.

Chu Yun personally saw both teams off. They disguised themselves as merchant caravans: Bear Two led Xie Neng and Wei Ping. Bear Two was rather slow-witted, but Xie Neng was steady in his work, and Wei Ping was shrewd and resourceful.

In just a dozen heartbeats, Zhou Tong’s core had returned to its prime condition, Ling’s wounds were healed, and her once feeble breathing grew strong again.

As the people of Dai anxiously waited, the Ming army swiftly cleared the battlefield, took prisoners and captured horses, and slowly withdrew, leaving the people of Dai astonished and delighted.

He Zheng, upon hearing her answer, suddenly opened his eyes in terror. He shook his head desperately, mouth agape as if to scream, but no sound escaped him. He collapsed to his knees, staring blankly at the ground, unable to utter another word.

“Lord Fan, when the dispute broke out, General Wei had already arrived. Of course, General Wei wouldn’t back down. While he argued with General He, Lady Hui suddenly fell. When we helped her up, we discovered she—” Zhang Zhenyue’s expression was one of bewilderment and dread.

When Jiang Li arrived at Drum Island, Blackbeard had already destroyed the Drum Kingdom. Blackbeard and Makino were nowhere to be seen, and only rumors of a great battle lingered across the devastated island.

He found it strange—Zheng Shuo had always remained by his side, seldom leaving him. When did he betray him?

Her looks were not particularly striking, perhaps even ordinary, but her lips were undeniably sensual. When she smiled, two shallow dimples appeared at the corners of her mouth, utterly captivating.