Volume 1, Chapter 42: The Muddled Father in a Period Drama 5

In the jungle, thick with tangled vines, He Yu failed to notice the roots beneath his feet and tumbled to the ground with a thud.

Meng Ao was forced back three steps by the sheer force of Huang Baizhan’s palms; his blood surged, and his face began to flush a deep red.

The branch leader was a practitioner of fire-attribute arts, and the cultivation techniques and equipment he dropped were claimed by Xiao Aotian.

Da Niu and Er Niu had long since grown tired of following their father, so they pressed the button without a moment's hesitation.

Li Yan hesitated, but thinking that the matter was righteous and knowing he needed their help, he told them everything exactly as it happened.

As long as I could get out, there would be a way. After tidying myself up and straightening my clothes, I stepped out of the house accompanied by Shen Dongran. I took deep breaths of fresh air, finally free from the cloying, repulsive scent of medicine.

Then again, her husband was an official; shouldn't she be able to order him around as she pleased? If she chose not to share his bed, there was nothing he could do about it, was he?

The Silver Frost Cauldron was another top-tier item obtained through non-standard means—a lucky draw—making it a matter of pure fortune.

Knowing the bandit stronghold had been destroyed, the group felt much lighter, making their way along the mountain path toward Leopard Ravine in the Western Mountains.

Everything she did was a dance on the edge of the guillotine; she refused to drag the Xia family down with her.

Ning Yunshu felt torn. She hoped this was Green Flame, as it would mean she had truly found her companion.

"Squeak..." The insect spirit made a sound that was half-response, half-sigh, before fading into invisibility.

While countless parents were gearing up for the challenge, more people, disheartened, exited the Xiaoyao Sect’s recruitment page to research the Immortal Martial Network instead.

That was why she chose to stay far away from Qingqiu and the Moonlight Council, hiding in the laboratory of the First University. Yet, trees desire stillness, but the wind never ceases; some things cannot be escaped simply by hiding.

Randolph’s words immediately drew the attention of everyone present, including the reporters who hadn't yet left and the commoners who had returned after a meal. Some were furious, but beneath that anger, they could not help but reflect: was the life of two commoners really only worth fifteen thousand gold coins?

If word of this reached the Sacred Sect, or was spread by those with ulterior motives throughout the martial world, it would play right into their hands. This wasn't just about hostile factions within the Sacred Sect; more importantly, in this era of shifting winds and clouds, there were many sects in the martial world eyeing the Sacred Sect with predatory intent.

The atmosphere no longer felt like a recording set, but rather a genuine encounter between doctor and patient. The producer did not call for a cut, and the filming continued in this conversational mode.

His words were not without basis. Who was present in the hall? Commoners, mercenary captains, slave traders, factory owners, bandit chiefs—these people operated at the grassroots level, a concept entirely different from the high-level world of Prince Kande.

Take Ye Tianwen, whom Su Hou had belittled; Chen Hui knew he was truly a master at the late stage of Refinement of Qi into Spirit. The Violet Extreme True Qi of the Zixiao Master had always been known in the cultivation world for its fierce strength and its focus on sudden enlightenment as the key to ascension. Thus, disciples who practiced this art were often straightforward or prone to impatience.

"Perhaps we should forcibly stop them," some anxious freshmen began to discuss in hushed tones.

"Drink!" Gu Feng let out a roar, his fist wreathed in black flames, and he smashed it directly toward the blood-red moon that was descending to bring ruin.

Bullets sprayed and sparks flew as the Spear King Li Tong and the surrounding judgment envoys resisted desperately, but how could these few remnants hold back an enemy as vast as the sea?

Those who are too powerful are like giant fish; rushing into the net of laws is a dead end. They are captured and swallowed by the Ten-Direction Illusion Realm, a place of extreme peril.

Finally, the insect蠱 returned, but this time it brought no news. Xie Bin initially thought something was wrong with the insect, but after careful study, he realized that was not the case.

A massive black sword, hilt and blade crisscrossing, emanated a bone-chilling cold. It descended from the heavens, effortlessly piercing through the white bone shield from above.

"That is no problem. As long as they are spirit herb seeds I do not already possess, I am happy. If I have them, you can keep them for the sect, haha," Wu Gang joked with a chuckle.

Upon hearing this, Luo Yiqiang began to curse the Island Master, first insulting his ancestors back eighteen generations, then inquiring after his entire family.

He quickly ordered a portion of the combat teams performing missions in Southeast Asia to be withdrawn and sent to Chongqing in China.

Yang Yi rummaged through the corpse of the second-rate master, finding a set of keys and a sharp long saber.

"Very well..." The three of them were curious to see it for themselves, so they agreed immediately.

"Da-da-da," squads of men swarmed in from all directions, all brandishing lethal weapons and exuding a murderous aura. Leading them was Wang Sanlang.

"It is quite simple. You and the two Qiao sisters have no relation, yet you treat them with such care. If there were some special connection, that would be one thing, but to show such favor without cause—would that not invite idle gossip?"

Not far away, behind Xiuyuan as he walked further and further away, the old man appeared once more, accompanied by the youth from before.

Clearly, the primary reason for doing so was to prevent the noble families from blindly training large numbers of soldiers.

Therefore, it was not impossible for Qin Tian to strike down several men in an instant and carve out a bloody path.

Ling Lie had removed his tie at some point, his jacket discarded to the side. With the top button of his shirt undone, he rolled up his sleeves while waiting for the prelude to begin.

"He went to take care of some business and will be back shortly. Let’s wake up all the team members first and get them moving," Fenghuo said, laughing it off.

Opening the door to see them off, a half-arm turn to the right, a salute, and recording the license plate number—though it was his first time on the job, Qin Tian performed it quite convincingly, which finally allowed Old Wu to set his heart at ease.

"Taking you home to get your things!" Ling Lie said, concise and to the point. In truth, as soon as he got into the car, he had sent a message to Pi Weilun, asking him to notify her family to help her pack her personal belongings.