Chapter 46

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Aside from what was spent at Yang Youde’s place, Pei Jun also helped out a few acquaintances. Although his own family’s situation wasn’t ideal, he couldn’t just stand by and watch his friends starve to death. No matter what game he played, he only ever won points and never lost once—let alone let the house make a profit. He paused for a moment, still finding it unbelievable, and hurried forward, attempting to grab Yuan Jiaqing by the collar to question him fiercely. Everyone, including his mother Hu Xiuying, still harbored a glimmer of hope for this marriage, believing it could still be saved. The people wore hats and masks, making it impossible for her to recognize them. Both Bai Yafu and Bai Shu, who had been walking step by step toward her, could have been among the culprits. If that were the case, even if the final mission succeeded, the two brothers would bear a lifetime of sorrow. Xi Jiatong was no fool; she understood the importance of the old master, and it was precisely because of this that she did not wish for any harm to come to him. The alley was filled with many twists and turns; once inside, everyone felt as if trapped in a labyrinth. They dared not take their eyes off Zhou Santong for more than three seconds, following him as he turned corners, step by step, deeper and deeper into the heart of the maze. Ahead, Zhou Santong formed hand seals, muttering incantations or technical terms in a language no one understood, his eyes narrowed as he proceeded steadily forward. Chang Jiu seized the opportunity to relay to him what he had just discussed with Su Zihan, asking him to convey it to General Li and seek his opinion. Today was the third day of the third lunar month. Wealthy families customarily visited temples to burn incense, so early in the morning the road leading to Qingliang Temple was bustling with carriages and horses, endlessly flowing. If his guess was correct, the hacker was hiding within the Night Paradise under some assumed identity. What he feared most now was that this individual had already gained Duan Rushuang’s trust. They had a little over a week left, but it was far from enough time. The “balance of internal and external control” divided the military into the Central Guards and the Regional Troops. The Central Guards were elite forces under direct imperial command, while the Regional Troops were local militias, considered more like irregulars. This system of strengthening the center while weakening the periphery was designed to prevent local rebellions.

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Amidst this perilous situation, Old Su suddenly revealed that his power had nearly reached that of a Silver Warrior. Su Zheng plunged his hand into the opponent’s chest and slowly withdrew it, pulling out a burning-hot heart. The second son of the Leng family collapsed to the ground with a thud, his head drooping forward weakly. In his eyes were not only terror and pain but also profound regret. Only now did he realize how difficult things were without the identity of Lin Zixuan’s nephew. He truly did not understand what kind of person Richard was; every move he made was crude, utterly lacking the grace of a noble. Jiang Tian frowned, hung up the phone, and swiftly left the room, taking the elevator to the top floor. Until now, he had been subconsciously resistant to this mission, harboring various reservations. Though it was a matter of national survival, and even if he lacked the ability, he would still rush in wherever needed without hesitation. Yet that did not mean he was without doubts. Seeing Jiang Tian lost in thought, Jin Maiji finished the last bite of fried rice and reached out to nudge him. Lin Haishi never lifted his shirt to wipe his eyes, nor did the drop of sweat make him squint. Everything was as usual; the only difference was his face was flushed, especially his nose, which was particularly red. Compared to that, his lips were somewhat pale, but not as pale as the sky at that moment. After experiencing the gray-white, the sky suddenly awakened, transitioning in one breath to pure white. As for how much Wang Nuo could learn from their exchanges, that was no longer Green’s concern. His simple thought process was: you contradicted me, so if you still have the right to talk to me, I will debate you down. Ao Qingzhen took out his phone, made a call, gave some instructions, and then chatted with Long Tian and the others. Mix where necessary without hesitation; avoid where necessary without hesitation. This was Zhang Tianyang’s principle for handling matters. It was far easier to seek out trouble than to wait for trouble to come knocking. After absorbing true energy and essence blood from Liu Qingye, Xia Min raised her own cultivation to the second layer of the Innate Realm—Communion Stage—in less than two days. Everyone hoped that Long Tian’s world could exist forever. If that were the case, they would no longer be threatened by that Demon King.

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However, before she could finish the command, the sudden clashing of swords rang out from behind. Hua Xuanji whirled around sharply, forgetting to hold the reins tightly, only to see two or three figures in black charging toward her. Her arms holding the clothes weakened and dropped them, the brazier hitting the ground with a clear sound. Along with the brazier, the Moon-Cleaver sword, habitually hidden at her chest, slowly slipped and silently fell into the layers of fabric. They all loved Chen Feng deeply and would think of him first in any situation. Given the current circumstances, the best course was to numb Liu Qinglong so that Ling Yu and the others could take Chen Feng away first. The activation of a magic formation beneath the cave caused the positions of stars in the sky above to shift, especially the North Star, which seemed to be slowly shrouded by a shadow. Since ancient times, there could be only one emperor, yet tonight someone had used special means to create another emperor. The imperial aura clashed, and the celestial signs changed accordingly. The young man named A Cheng looked at the wooden plaque and shrugged helplessly, showing no great concern. It was clear that Jiang Yuyan was calling the police. If Fatty guessed right, the person on the other end was the Demon King of Filth. I was somewhat surprised by Mr. Cui’s abilities but, upon reflection, also relieved. Yet here, Mr. Cui was suffering greatly; the pain stemmed solely from his own stubbornness, something no divine power or technique could remedy. Even for a supreme cultivator, divine powers were never the ultimate. John was originally from southern China, later attending the Yanjing Film Academy. After graduation, he stayed in Beijing for twenty years and knew every nook and cranny of the city. As for places like the Forbidden City, the Ming Tombs, Badaling, the Summer Palace, and Tiananmen Square, he had visited so often he no longer wished to go. “Mind your own business,” Lin Qing said coldly, turning away from Liang Ruoyi, the smell of milk clinging to her. Her stomach churned with nausea. With that punch, Qin Fang was blasted away once more, but this time the opponent clearly used full strength. The first time had been yesterday on the rooftop of the Moon Island UFO Building, when they had decisively turned the tables and killed the marauder.