Chapter 55: Fortunately, It Wasn't Her Who Died

Seeing that the long sword was about to descend, Jiang Ning hurriedly scattered the medicinal powder.

"Miss Zhong, run!"

Taking advantage of the swirling smoke, the two quickly fled the alley.

By this time, the assassins, caught off guard, had already succumbed to the knockout powder.

Listening to their coughing fits, Zhong Xiaoxiao panted...

With this move, Zheng Chen widened the distance between himself and the four men of Meiweichen by about a hundred meters. He immediately activated the Underworld Formation, and a faint halo wrapped around his body in a ring before sword Qi surged directly into him.

The subordinates below executed their instructions very well, though they deliberately blurred the distinction between permanent and contract employees. The salaries and bonuses of the permanent staff were paid on time, while the contract workers only received the same amount as the previous month, with the newly increased portion temporarily withheld.

Seeing Zheng Chen covered in blood, the young girl could not help curling the corners of her lips, her eyes revealing a hint of tension.

Liu Shanzhu's chest was smeared with a thick layer of dark brown medicinal ointment, making it impossible to see the exact location of his injuries.

"Wait!!" At that moment, an aged voice rang out, and the pseudo-Saint powerhouse who had arrived alongside Li Yu also manifested in the void above.

Before his words faded, Qin Yu produced a token and began to toy with it. Those who had originally intended to reprimand Qin Yu turned crimson in the face upon catching sight of the token—how could the token in Qin Yu's hand be anything other than the Heavenly Gang Token?

Xu Lansheng could only offer a bitter smile. After a moment of hesitation, he spread his hands and cast an illusionary array, completely vanishing from the open terrace along with Qin Yu. To the other disciples, it appeared as though Xu Lansheng had taken Qin Yu away.

Chen Fan shook his head. "Fellow Daoist Zhunti, your Western fortuitous encounter lies at another time; the Western Teachings should not meddle in the matter of the Three Sovereigns' tutors. Although the Dao Ancestor entrusted this matter to this seat, this seat has already reached a conclusion long ago."

"Me? Before his death, Daoist Qingxu asked me to go to Mount Changliu to find the Immortal Bai Ziwei—ah, Bai Zihua—and tell him what happened here. I suppose I will make a trip to Changliu. As for afterwards, I will return to find my father," Hua Qiangu said.

Both of them were adults, and after exchanging a few words to clear away the awkwardness, they began to discuss what to wear for afternoon tea.

In the kitchen, Meng Ying had already kindled the stove fire, and Zhao Yuan poured several ladles of water into the pot to heat it up for washing his face.

Though Consort Lin was dressed in plain elegance with a neutral-colored headscarf, looking every bit the delicate beauty of the woods, the moment she placed her hands on her hips and glared with her round eyes, she transformed instantly into a roaring tigress.

"What damned aura, it's all put on. I refuse to believe she's that good at acting," Huang Li said unconvinced.

"How about this, Steward Wan, I will draft a detailed set of regulations tonight. If we follow my approach, many of the difficulties you mentioned should be resolved," Zhao Yuan said after chatting with Wan Yan for a long time, having already formed a rough outline in his mind.

Xu Ruoning suddenly covered her face, feeling a sudden wave of heat. She never expected herself to be acting like a smitten maiden at a time like this, and could not help stamping her feet in anxiety.

Kira was also shaken to his core. He had not expected the Archangel to issue such a public broadcast. Although he was not particularly enthusiastic about fighting, as a born warrior, he disdained such tactics, which he felt as a deep insult.

He reached out his hand, nearly touching the face of the woman in the painting, but stopped. Even within the painting, she was so sacred and pure. He did not dare to defile her with his blood-stained hands.

"...At the very least, we have reached a conclusion: we must indeed treat everything about to happen with caution, maintaining constant observation to discern whether it bodes well or ill," Guilliman ultimately said.

These fierce beasts were all pets kept by King Saitasui, looking exceptionally ferocious as they gathered together.

At this moment, Yao Chen, having just transformed from a sweeping handyman into the master of a super-faction in the Eastern Wasteland, was overcome with intense excitement.