Chapter Ninety-Six: The Zhao Family

Zhao Dingsheng's face was beaten into a swollen mess by the people from the Chen residence, and as he walked along the street, passersby pointed at him and whispered. Some, brimming with sympathy, sighed, “Look at him, how pitiful. I wonder if he ran into bandits?” Someone nearby countered, “You must be joking. Everyone knows there are no bandits near Salt City, and besides, the direction those two came from isn’t even the city gate!” Another, startled by his appearance, grumbled, “To be beaten like that, he must have been up to no good!” Someone with a shrewder eye explained, “Look at his clothes—foreign fabric. Only those from wealthy families can afford that. If you ask me, he’s a rich young master who tried to seduce a girl and got beaten up by her family instead!” “Oh!” The onlookers suddenly understood.

“I’ll have lunch with Ranran at noon. You go ahead with your work, there’s no need to worry about me. I’m quite busy myself,” she said considerately, though her tone was heavy with complaint—a clear sign of her displeasure with Li Jinye.

His gaze was clear and still carried a touch of innocence; compared with the splendid and radiant boy he would become, the difference was like night and day. If not for that cherubic face, which had never changed, one might almost not recognize him.

The Glass Mountain had stood here since the Bai family built their residence. Later, the family’s ancestors discovered that the stones of the mountain were even harder than bluestone, making them ideal for cultivation. Since the surrounding mountains were unsuitable for growing medicinal herbs, they designated the back mountain as the training ground for the enforcement team.

Fortunately, Ye Yuxi had asked him, since he had arrived early and happened to hear the elder make arrangements. If Ye Yuxi had asked Shi Qing the chubby one, neither of them would have known.

Anthony held a black iron box in his arms and was slightly out of breath as he rushed onto the carriage.

Perhaps out of excessive curiosity about Feng Qingshan, Shen Qiqi was always probing Phoenix for stories about him, rarely letting a conversation pass without mentioning his name.

As he spoke, the head of the Nangong clan signaled the other family heads with his eyes, immediately prompting a round of eager agreement.

The reason so many gifts had been sent without result was perhaps because none of them truly suited the master’s taste?

“I have a matter for which I must trouble you.” Sitting at the table in the center, Mo Zhanhua wasted no time and got straight to the point.

Upon hearing this, a flash of joy appeared in Mu Yunqing’s eyes. “You’re back? Didn’t you say it would be another month? How did you return early?” Their return meant the next phase of their plan could finally proceed. After all, in duplicating the world, a little more time meant a little more certainty.

I only know that it’s said to lie deep within the Ninth Heaven’s sea, but whether it truly exists, I cannot say.

“That’s enough for now; we’ll wait for the boss to arrive before making any decisions,” Yuan Zhen said. He was a devoted follower of Wang Ge, so when Wang Ge was absent, Lion, Nine Tails, and Da Henggang all listened to him.

“Exactly! We’ve waited so long—food, ammunition, officers, soldiers, even new officials are all prepared. Now, it’s simply a matter of choosing our direction for expansion!” Chen Jialuo drew back the curtain covering the map.

But Zhuoyue need not worry about any of this. Outside the system’s pill-refining room, there was a spiritual energy shield that completely prevented any leakage or interference from the outside world.

Create gods, then destroy them with gods, and finally drag down with his own hands the sanctity he’d built up. When all the cultists, with the help of their frenzied followers, were swept away like fallen leaves in autumn, the “Four Sacred Monks,” having outlived their usefulness, were discarded by Yang Ling from the altar like a ragged cloth.

No matter how hard the Crown Prince of Diyuan chased, he could not catch up. Longyang ran in the opposite direction from the palace, knowing that to go there would be to walk into a trap.

Long Wolf’s pupils contracted. He saw that the mysterious enemy before him was thundering across the tops of four or five cars jammed on the bridge, crushing their gleaming roofs into scrap as he went! The man’s imposing aura surged forward, giving Long Wolf an overwhelming sense of threat.

“Second sister, what are you thinking about, lost in thought?” Zhi Xuan, though young and lively, was remarkably sensitive, her senses exceedingly sharp.