Volume 1, Chapter 25: Feng Min Backs Down

By noon the next day, all the recovered silver had been delivered to the Qingzhou prefectural treasury. An inventory confirmed that nearly the entire million taels had been accounted for. The missing few hundred taels were likely cast into Qingshan Lake by the fanatics of the Fire Worship Cult to mislead the authorities. Given the vast expanse of the lake, attempting to retrieve that small remaining sum was simply impractical. Nevertheless, this outcome was already highly satisfactory.

Seeing her come to a sudden halt, Xi Xiu understood that the team leader was searching for a way to break through their defensive barrier. With her ancestor nearing a breakthrough at a critical juncture, the Feng family might soon rival the Dragon family and rise to become a major power.

"Master, is the Celestial Master Bottle truly in that pit? Perhaps we should..." Li Xiaomai whispered, leaning close to Mo Wuwen’s ear while gesturing toward the hole in the ground, which emitted a faint, cyan glow.

A dead man—a corpse mangled by blades and swords—would never bleed only that small amount. So, where did the rest of the blood go?

Caught off guard, Wu Hongji was forced to shift her stance, barely parrying the sword energy on her right with her blade, "Red Siam." However, in her desperate attempt to dodge, she was gashed on the arm by the energy on her left, her bright red kimono instantly stained even more luridly by her blood.

Something that even an SSS-rank powerhouse with a supreme body might not necessarily achieve had been accomplished by this young boy. How could they not be shocked, and how could they not view Ye Yuan in a completely different light?

The clear river surface reflected the golden sunlight, shimmering with a dazzling, fluid, and delicate radiance. Immediately following, the wild, horse-like force of the blood-colored celestial lightning surged violently into every vein and spiritual channel in Ye Yuan’s body.

Occasionally, giant baboons would stroll upright through the streets, carrying weapons. These baboons wore various styles of armor and clothing, wielding weapons ranging from long sabers and muskets to massive mortars slung over their shoulders.

If only I had some seasonings, like salt and chili powder, Lu Weian thought to herself while fanning the flames.

Suddenly, light streamed through the stone door, instantly illuminating the previously dim underground space.

Pushing open the bathroom sliding door, she saw Xuan Junhao had already entered the bedroom and was standing before the mirror, removing his suit jacket and tie.

A sharp "crack" sounded from behind. Yan Zhuo turned to see Huo Siyan standing over a cutting board he had just split in two with a kitchen knife.

"You said Brother Zhu won the top scholar position, right?" Bai Ling seized upon the main point of her words immediately, her tone urgent.

Though they were currently in the terrifying Forest of Chaotic Voids, they held the Pangu Banner in their hands, so there was no need to fear any strange occurrences. Their moods were light, and they remained entirely devoid of tension.

After all, ever since Jin Chenyu had left Yun Prefecture, she had been unwilling to speak of her past there.

Aunt Zhao saw the cart of goods that Si Si and the others had brought back. She knew it was a gesture of filial piety, yet she still couldn't help but offer a few words of critique.

Tan Xuan dragged Mo Youcai back to the table, swirled his hand through the candlelight, and watched as the flame changed color. He swept the fire toward Mo Youcai, and as the flames touched him, Mo Youcai began to wail, his screams growing increasingly wretched.

Thinking of her own disheveled appearance—sweaty and messy from riding—and then looking at the calm and elegant Gao Xiangwan sitting nearby, she felt a sudden surge of resentment.

Before this, I was a handsome, extraordinary young man in my twenties, having been in the workforce for some time.

Seeing the dark circles under Yin Yaxiu’s eyes, Lin Qingqing stopped teasing her, flipped her hand, and produced a wooden box.

Sheng Yanchu took a deep breath and loosened his tie, his opinion of Qin Xiaoxiao sinking even further.