Chapter 49

"Young master, shall we enter the city?" Mo Yun glanced at the heavily guarded city gates, a flash of understanding in her eyes. Alchemists held great importance and were highly respected on the Star Continent, their status lofty. Anling was a place where skilled experts gathered; if they caused any trouble here, it would be difficult to explain themselves.

"You mean to say that I'm inferior to Yun Poxiao?" After a long silence, Dongfang Qing finally spoke these words.

She kept her head lowered, trying her best to make herself invisible. In truth, dressed as she was, she looked so unremarkable that she hardly needed to try.

The Demon Commander was formed from the eyes of the Sky Demon, the leader of all demon pearls. Even before it fully took shape, it possessed complete consciousness and wisdom, as well as the ability to act independently. Thus, it did not need to absorb negative emotions or metals to become a demon soldier; instead, it grew naturally into a wooden demon, calling itself "Demon Commander."

"You…" Shu Qing’s face turned livid with rage, and she raised her hand to slap Lan Wanting, but just then, someone grabbed her wrist.

Her lips were rosy without color, her brows dark and defined without makeup. Biyue’s delicate face defied description, her pitiful, timid gaze stirring compassion. Even Tang Yaotian’s heart trembled, though a voice in his mind kept reminding him that Biyue before him was a fox demon.

How could Tang Yaotian not know? With so many experts in the Snowy Mountain Sect, if he failed, he would likely be captured. This was a tremendous risk for him—he could not afford a single mistake. His heart was even more anxious than Jing Yu’s.

"Doctor Jiang has just examined him," Butler Yu said, then fell silent. But the message was clear: Master Yu's condition was dire.

Qin Wuyang suddenly rolled forward, disregarding the puddles on the road, and swiftly tumbled to the roadside, his movements as quick as a startled rabbit, narrowly avoiding the oncoming car.

The young man with thick brows spoke loudly, drawing the attention of all the swordsmen nearby. Even those in the central carriage lifted the curtains, curiosity piqued by the scene.

Whenever I can’t make up my mind, I usually seek out Yang Tianyu. This time was no exception.

Although Huo Da was still somewhat unconvinced, he avoided He Yunlong’s gaze, looking aside in silence.

Anran smiled and said, "Alright, I’m coming." Then she pulled Xu Wen aside. "Don’t tell Sister Qiu yet—she lacks experience and might give us away." With that, Anran hurried over to Qiu Yutao’s side.

The next morning, most students at the Capital Institute of Technology received an email. Tang Xin opened hers with excitement, only to be stunned by the photo inside—her own face had been blurred out! Anyone who knew her would immediately recognize that the obscured figure was her.

He had sounded so dignified before, but now his actions made it clear: as long as he gave up on Yan You, Mo Yishen would agree to the cooperation without hesitation.

Back then, my mother didn’t recognize him. His master knocked her unconscious and took her to the graveyard, drugged him, and so the rumor began that my mother was possessed by a ghost in the graveyard—and she became pregnant.

Shentu Haolong dashed into the building through the thick smoke, a stabbing pain in his temple signaling the enemy sniper had targeted him. He didn’t evade, but charged straight toward Lin Jingde.

Suddenly, applause sounded from afar—not the usual noise of marching feet. Everyone stopped, tense and confused, looking toward the source.

Lin Jia smiled, saying this was the backup plan Tang Huaijin had left for himself. Without his widespread acquisitions, he might never have crossed paths with Peng Zhen and the others.

He knew full well how childish and weak he looked, but this was who he was—useless, unable to take revenge, unable even to protect his mother.

The powerful man hovered in mid-air, golden light radiating from him. He wore red robes—unremarkable save for a golden "Desolation" character embroidered on the hem. At first glance, he seemed ordinary, but a closer look revealed an ancient, desolate aura.

Xie Ci cursed under his breath, yanked his chair back, and was about to head over to Hao Yingying's side when someone grabbed his wrist.

Though all the vehicles belonged to his people, assigned to protect him, the word "undercover" still made him hesitate.

The two had crossed swords in the capital before. Now, facing each other on the battlefield, their fight was fierce and unyielding. Seeing their commanders engage so ferociously, the soldiers on both sides were roused to greater fury; it was a battle to the death.

Mu Chiyao led her toward the banquet hall. With him by her side, Yan Anxi felt a little safer.

He was shocked to see Anier, Xia Qiuru, and Du Hanbing here. Why would they be in this place?

Nie Feng nodded. He had to admit, before arriving at the Nie household and meeting the old master, he’d always thought the patriarch was a stubborn, unreasonable old man.

"Brother, this has nothing to do with you. As long as they’re safe, that’s all that matters." Peach Blossom, nestled in her brother’s arms, murmured a few soothing words.

After kissing both cheeks, Gan Bo nearly coughed his lungs out outside the door, glancing back repeatedly as he finally left the room.

Huang Shi dispersed the crowd but stayed by Liu Shuo’s side, worried more trouble might follow.

These two ghosts were rather bold. Yuan Qi waved her sleeve and sent out a burst of spiritual power; instantly, the two spirits began to sizzle and smoke, retreating hastily to the wellhead, no longer daring to follow her into the house and frighten her.

Liu Jianye was now an official member of Bureau 719 and also served as an instructor for the special operations team.

After drying her tears, Nurse Zhang led Ji Hewan to Shen Shiyi’s office. There wasn’t much on the desk except for some scattered documents and a photo of Shen Shiyi flashing a peace sign, her smile exceptionally sweet. Ji Hewan picked up the photo and, seeing Shen Shiyi’s smile, couldn’t help but feel her mood lighten.

After all, what was done was done. He could have saved her, but that didn’t mean Bai Li wanted to be saved. If she was struck down, so be it.

Establishing the Four Guards of Tengxiang was imperative, but their reorganization would surely be hindered by political strife.

Seeing his father remain silent, Lin Yang stomped his foot in frustration. After a moment, he calmed himself and looked at his father again.

"That’s good then. Congratulations, Lord Qian." Yuan Qi noted that the youth was much bolder than in Yangzhou—no longer timid, but carrying the air of a young noble.