Chapter Fifty: Identity Exposed

Dark clouds gathered in the sky, and thunderbolts descended like silver dragons, illuminating everything around as they streaked across the heavens.

Mount Lu, renowned for its divine beauty, stood with its peaks and ridges flanked tightly together. Nature’s craftsmanship had carved steep cliffs and deep ravines, creating majestic and awe-inspiring scenery.

Amidst the crowd, she seemed utterly out of place, as though she belonged to another world, present yet apart.

At these words, the young man in the royal robe’s expression changed. He slapped his forehead in sudden realization and said, “That’s right, that’s right. I was just thinking it must be Zhen Fu of the Zhen family from Jiangnan. Who else but them would dare to be so brazen? I completely forgot about the Jia family.”

Moreover, peace had been restored to the land, the people lived in comfort, and there was no longer any need for someone to save the world from catastrophe.

Two of the Overlord Tigers were about to give chase, but at that moment, two blue orbs of light shot out from a gap in the stone wall, striking the two who had just turned to pursue the bald giant.

Oranbayar grinned at these words and said, “Of course. The Qin Kingdom is very powerful. Their population is even greater than the cattle and sheep on our steppe, and their soldiers are numerous. Though not as fierce as our warriors, they are more than enough to deal with the Erosians.”

“I’m supposed to decide for myself?” the Cowherd muttered, scratching his head as he looked at the Yamata-no-Orochi. What did that mean—should he destroy it or take it under his wing?

As he spoke, the second round began. This time, Han Feng thought it over for a long while and still chose scissors. He was certain Suanziya wouldn’t pick scissors again; it had to be rock or paper. Either way, he was sure the outcome would be decided in a single move.

By comparison, Houtu and Dongfang Yu were much closer. In fact, Dongfang Yu had lived among the Wu Clan for a long time.

Qin Jinyu was deeply regretful; had he known, he wouldn’t have run upon seeing his third uncle. He should have ridden the Qin family’s carriage straight into the palace.

Then, she drew a dagger from within the body of her zither—a golden secret-steel blade, so sharp it could cut a hair blown onto it, and of immeasurable value.

Sun Naizheng sang as he walked toward Li Fengqin. Li Fengqin decided not to run anymore, thinking to herself, his gesture of eating my rouge just now was quite stirring, made my blood boil. No one is watching here, so why not let him kiss to his heart’s content.

The commotion drew no attention from the officials. The Feather Kingdom was in chaos; they had seen too many such things to care. Their interest waned, and the upcoming court session seemed far more important.

Qian glanced at Zheng Xiner, instantly understanding what Ye Tian meant, so he said no more, handing the medicinal herbs and bank card straight to Ye Tian.

But after standing a while, staring at Xu Chuan, he felt a dangerous aura emanate from him. Master Zhao Shen could distinctly sense that Xu Chuan’s temperament had completely changed from before he entered.

“Truly cunning.” Though she said this, Ye Moxing’s smile grew even wider. She liked clever people—it made conversation and action effortless. Whatever he wanted to see, she would show him. As long as wit did not outsmart itself, all would be well.

“Chen Qi, surrender now. You can’t escape.” Xiao Qiye aimed his gun at Chen Qi with both hands and shouted in a deep voice. They shouldn’t have rushed out so rashly, but there was no time. If they didn’t rescue the hostage from the mire, he would surely die.

Yet what he never expected happened—he ran into the one person he least wanted to see, and in such an awkward way. Was this person his nemesis? he thought in despair.

Then Xu Chuan spoke coolly. Ao Hai made no objection, returning to the Dragon King’s throne in some frustration and summoning the Thorn Immortal General to his side. Ao Hai adjusted the general so that he could function as before, even without Ao Hai’s direct control.

The Li family’s ancestor, Li Shourui, was the Loyal General who helped the late emperor conquer the land. After peace was secured, Li Shourui asked to lay down his arms. The late emperor, understanding his merits, bestowed the Grand Princess upon him in marriage. But the Grand Princess was in poor health and left no heirs; after her passing, Li Shourui remarried and had a legitimate eldest son, Li Yu.

Since Liang Tianyou led Cheng Pingping into the men’s restroom, something must have happened behind that closed door.

Thanks to Fang Mu’s campaign against the bandits, the people of Lexian County finally enjoyed lives free from their harassment.

“No, I just came back for a look. I can’t rely on the old director forever; I have to learn to stand on my own,” Liu Chengcheng replied. She understood the joys and sorrows of the world, and knew that one day the old director would be gone. She had to learn to say goodbye.

“I’m not sure. By the way, what exactly is the Heart of the Continent? Is it fun? Can you eat it?” The fat man saw the gravity in Xia Liu’s expression and became curious as well.

Even after this unit of city patrol was increased tenfold to three thousand men, it was only a larger patrol on paper. The soldiers themselves were unchanged—still gaunt, hunched, listless, devoid of fighting spirit, or opium-addicted hooligans.

Liu Mazi watched as the bandits left the hall, let out a cold laugh, and strode toward the rooms behind the main chamber.