Chapter 101: Detained

Everyone exchanged glances; the quickest had already raised their hands, while a few others even considered turning and running.

“Everyone, follow my lead,” Jiang Huan lifted her hand, and those behind her did the same.

When everyone ceased resistance, she shouted, “We are survivors from nearby. Let’s talk this through peacefully.”

Xie Congzhou silently stepped closer to Jiang Huan.

His tall figure was even more conspicuous; one of the unarmed men signaled his guard beside him.

Xie Mufeng drew his Golden Spirit Sword, focused his sword intent, and struck downward. With a hum, a massive rift appeared. Mufeng was the first to charge through. Gu Yu and the others followed closely behind. Shortly after they entered, the spatial energy sealed the rift.

The old black-haired man, still vividly recalling the torment he endured yesterday, spoke solemnly, “Reliable, absolutely reliable.” He thought to himself, “Don’t provoke him, or he’ll wear you out.”

“Yes,” I initially asked casually, not expecting much. These past few days, my spirits were lifted by the Mingde gangsters’ provocations. I had encountered some Mingde thugs, and each looked at me with hostility, so I hardly thought any would join us.

Zhou Yunhan, tired of wasting words on this smug-faced fellow, stepped forward. The renowned matriarch was about to take action personally. Seeing this, Zhong Zhihao smiled, knowing everything unfolded as he anticipated.

Instinctively, the Iron Lady let out a piercing scream that shattered the silence of the darkness.

The next early morning, Ximen rose early as usual. Though he no longer trained much, the habit of rising early was ingrained and unshakable.

Yuan Yun initially intended to leave with Xiao Lin, seemingly wanting to seek refuge with him—perhaps due to his strength, or maybe other reasons.

Only then did Ximen suddenly realize, and it made sense; he never expected that arriving in the modern world, he would reach a point where he had a home but could no longer return.

Ximen Jing and Wu Cong worked together to move the large tree aside and cradled the pangolin in their arms. The creature was heavy, weighing over twenty jin. Ximen Jing infused a strand of spiritual energy into it and examined its injuries, discovering multiple damaged internal organs from compression.

Since the head of the Arhat Hall stood right before them alive, only one task remained: to visit Master Huijue.

However, this left Huang Yaoshi stunned. He thought to himself, “My disciple is truly sought after. One rival already had his eye on her, and now another has appeared. Fortunately, only Yao Chengye from the Yao family remains unmarried, so this marriage is surely impossible.”

“By imperial decree? Hahaha, does anyone know who Xuanzhou truly belongs to?” Long Xuankong spoke again.

This cave was almost entirely submerged by underground water. The chaotic ripples on the water’s surface, the water sounds heard earlier in the passage, and the complete disappearance of demons all pointed to one thing: the cave had an exit, connected underwater.

“Let go, let me go!” Xia Youyi shouted fiercely, using all her strength to fight Ouyang Luo. The wounds on Ouyang Luo were also touched, and the pain made him raise his hand and shove Xia Youyi to the ground. His raised hand then struck a slap that landed squarely on her cheek.

After a long while, a faint smile appeared on Long Xuankong’s pained face. He slowly opened his eyes, and after a brief moment, turned to look at Feihong, who was over ten meters away.

Perhaps sensing the rarity of Xie Changqing’s trust, A’Rong became more cautious. Fortunately, Changqing Garden was fully equipped with medicinal herbs and alchemical tools—perhaps the most complete collection anywhere.

He had been watching from the shadows, initially planning to remain unseen before Yu Xi. But after observing for a while, he realized that if he didn’t appear, Yu Xi would surely die here today.

As for Zhou Yishan’s whereabouts, he knew better than anyone where they had been these three days. But since Zhou Yishan had made his move, Xie Changqing let him be. As he said, he trusted A’Rong and did not want to pressure him.