Volume One, Chapter 43: Getting to the Bottom of It

Old Song’s fists clenched and then relaxed, his gaze somewhat dazed. He was silent for a long moment before turning and walking inward. Qiao Xianglan’s face darkened; only her husband himself truly understood—Old Song was a man of few words, always bottling up his thoughts deep within. But even the most stoic person has a temper, doesn’t he?

She still remembered when she first married in, how her eldest and second brothers picked on him, excluding him with their words. At first, Old Song didn’t mind, saying they were brothers and their teasing was just jokes, not to be taken seriously. Yet afterward, the eldest and second brothers grew even more excessive, even speaking disrespectfully to her, looking down on her as the daughter of a merchant family, unworthy of standing alongside them.

That was the first time she saw Old Song upset…

Though this poisonous fireball might have limited lethality on the battlefield, in an enclosed space, used as a gas bomb, its effect was surprisingly potent.

“Senior Blood Dragon, what do you think would happen if I merged the spirits of the Crimson Flame Sword and the Frost Sword into one?” Lin Chen asked with a smile.

Damn it, I’m going to be killed by this guy. Hearing such confidential matters—will I even survive?

Furthermore, the fact that he could say such things showed that the Liangshan army’s propaganda and hype had been quite effective.

Previously, it was he who sent the text message to Feng Xue. Because the five people reported late, they were all placed in the last class of the hero level. But that wasn’t a problem, since the Central Transcender Academy didn’t have a “sheep-herding class.”

Barry was no good; Cisco then thought of calling Lin Li. Lin Li’s strength was definitely several levels above Barry’s, maybe he could handle it. As Cisco called out to Lin Li, feeling the abnormal loss of vitality within his body, Yun Chen panicked. “Damn it, what the hell are you doing?” he demanded, releasing the Peerless Sword and, with his left hand about a foot away, continuously unleashed sinister palm strikes at Jun Yixiao.

As he scrutinized his surroundings suspiciously, his friend had already walked over to the bed and picked up the neatly folded white hemp robe lying there. Though made of hemp, it was not shabby but rather fine, soft hemp cloth—simple and pure.

They spoke openly, yet she still lied with her eyes wide open, utterly unperturbed—it was clear she was a seasoned veteran who had killed countless people.

Back in the room, pretending to nap briefly, Ha’er climbed off the bed and sat at the bedside, sniffing repeatedly as if detecting some scent that shouldn’t be there.

Baili Jingzheng sat calmly beside Jing Tai, eating without a care, showing no sign of worry.

Yun Ge asked what dishes the kitchen had prepared, then ordered four dishes as usual before leaving.

Gao Yumin was once again carried back to her own courtyard. Only the Northern Pacification King, the princess, and Tuoba Lie remained inside.

Yang Sihai hesitated. He thought Chen Feng was stalling, but if things came to blows recklessly, both Chen Feng and Xiao Han had knives and would fight to the death.

“He’s dead, so it’s no longer about the price. Besides, it’s not just a slap—the bark is half stripped off, he probably won’t survive,” Pang Erdong said dismissively.

Tuoba Lie’s tall and upright frame was dressed in typical hunter’s clothes. He wore rough but sturdy boots, had a knife hanging at his waist, and carried a blue cloth bundle on his back.

Zhang Ruicheng didn’t mind this at all. He originally thought Zhang Xiangsi and Yu Pingsheng didn’t need to come here especially. Couldn’t they take good care of Ling Long from afar?

Or perhaps, they could provide Tuoba’s younger brother with enough provisions to raise his troops robustly and protect their aunt and her other children, who would definitely settle in the northwest.

At this moment, Zhong Xiwang deliberately imitated the style of those more profound interview hosts from the future, asking thought-provoking questions.

After losing these two obstacles, that figure seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and became more focused on destroying the statue.

“If I judge others by myself, the main reasons I might criticize a player or team are twofold,” Li Xiaotong shifted the topic back.

The teleportation array activated, and after a quarter of an hour, Lü Tianming and the others arrived in the Star Empire.

Chu Nan’s forehead creased with dark lines. “It’s not that my name is strange; it’s your logic that’s bizarre. Reluctantly, I’ve changed my name—let me say it again.”

Xia Zhi’s eyes reddened. After saying these words, Qiao Nian reached out to hold Xia Zhi’s hand, offering a thread of comfort.

“Are you here or not? Besides, if you don’t make preparations, you’ll end up sick from the stress,” Xie Lisu said confidently.

Ye Linlang had been observing Chen Xuelan’s expression, but Chen Xuelan was flawless, giving away not the slightest clue.

Ye Ji noticed the couple’s state becoming noticeably tenser, which piqued his curiosity. He knew the stairs were no good, so he was aware of ill intentions. Why had the opposite side become even more nervous?

The princess gave the order, and the attendants below the carriage quickly sprang into action: placing stepping stools, lifting the carriage curtains, and helping the lady down.

Many outer disciples, whether openly or secretly, watched the retreating servant group with restless, resentful eyes, as if their private property had been taken away.

Cui Yuxi withdrew his thoughts and replied with a melancholy sigh, “No need. Do you really think those two brothers have any other ideas besides fighting?”

Covered in faux tiger skin, he had to move on all fours, not only embodying the tiger’s might but also displaying the fierce glare of its eyes.

Now Pei Ran was no longer the Pei Ran who had nothing before. She was not only the CEO of a listed company but, more importantly, the wife of Yan Zhuolang, the young mistress of the Yan family. That title alone was enough to make everyone envy her.

The dry old man’s tone was bleak and reluctant, yet to Yin Feng’s ears, it was like thunder, shocking him profoundly. He never expected this mysterious mountain world to have such a terrifying background—a place of destiny.

Ming Xuan instructed the finance department to tally and return the investments of Chen Haiying and Si Kaijiang to them respectively.