018. Investigation

“Go ahead and sue! Am I afraid of him?” Sang’s mother clutched her chest, feeling weak all over, dizzy and faint, her hands beginning to tremble.

It seemed he would be busy once more. How could trouble always find him even in the spare room? Hearing the rapid footsteps approaching, Geng Tianle withdrew a large pile of snacks that seemed out of place in this world from the table and quietly awaited their arrival.

Upon hearing this, Lian Xing was speechless, feeling partly responsible for her sister’s severe inner demons.

However, the monk CEO would not come to Fengle Pavilion to see the Pu brothers. The high monks were still busy chanting sutras and burning incense, and the commercial credit matters were too complex for them to handle. So they employed some merchant-run banks to act as agents in dealings with businessmen.

Gathering all his vitality and spirit, a powerful strike burst forth from Geng Tianle’s right fist—a thick, fiery punch surged forward, piercing through more than half of the water giant’s body. Unrelenting, it charged into the distance, leaving a long and deep trail of flames scorched into the ground.

She’s setting a trap! Both buns thought simultaneously. If they could take down the world-renowned Zhao Zilong, their fame would soar, and they too would become famous across the land.

The opponent’s strange face and ghostlike movements startled him inwardly. He knew well the strength of these driven-out soldiers—they were warriors of the tribe. If they had merely been defeated, he wouldn’t be so surprised. Yet these tribal warriors were killed to the point of terror.

“Uh, is it alright to go to Mount Emei now? The Southern Barbarian army is still clashing with us.” But having lost several battles in a row, the Southern Barbarian forces probably wouldn’t dare provoke us again so soon; they’d likely retreat south to fetch reinforcements.

The convoy carried a substantial amount of water and equipment for collecting water, but if the air lacked moisture, they would be helpless.

Still, the shop owner dared not complain about the soldiers. Even if the inn was doomed this time, the owner wouldn’t dare make a sound. Whether Geng Tianle’s strength was terrifying or if he was an imperial fugitive mattered little now; the owner only hoped the city lord wouldn’t take out his anger on him and accuse him falsely of harboring an imperial criminal.

“Surrender? Forget it! My Gujia old troops only obey the Gujia royal family. The likes of Fengtian, a rabble, are not worthy of my submission!” Helian Disheng was extremely arrogant.

This scene was too surreal for the tyrant boss; he was momentarily stunned before seriously studying the bird before him.

He could strike directly, but if he did, the balance between himself and the Cloud Emperor would be broken. As long as the Cloud Emperor remained useful, he wouldn’t tear the relationship apart.

Xu Leran silently praised him, eyes shining brightly as she looked into his eyes, awaiting Xie Xiuyun’s response.

If Yun Hanqing treated him as she did Duan Xuanyi, then he should be able to feel such sincere and profound love.

***

Wu Yiyun ultimately could not accept the news. Why must everything he desires always be lost?

“We have waited for this day for a long time! Even if I die in battle, I have no regrets!” Someone gripped their sword tightly, eyes blazing with killing intent.

“His Majesty means... that I...” Jing Li was no fool. He knew Xiao Junze’s consent to let him take Nan Guyunlan was a sign of trust, but also a mission.

Master Jiuhua deeply understood Su Chen’s current mindset but did not believe a once-great prodigy would fall so easily.

Breathing in the familiar scent, hearing his heartbeat, she felt her own heart sink deep into her stomach.

Outside, Xiao Yashi changed into a new uniform and wore an apron. On the silver metal table before her lay two breakfasts.

The tribesmen shielded their eyes from the swirling dust, raising their arms to block it, straining to see beyond the endless dust toward the mountain ridge.

Those bizarre creatures, even Daobao Daoist had never seen such strange beings, now revealed their true forms.

“Strange... Has Chen Zhufeng vanished from the world?” Ding Xiadong asked in disbelief.

He couldn’t bear to tell Xiting this news, hoping that after fruitless searching, she would give up this hope naturally.

Thirty-four streams of light circled the phantom ceaselessly. A spirit tower floated above it, black beams of light emanating from the tower to protect the image.

“My strength has reached its limit. If I don’t let go now, I won’t have the energy to adjust my posture and cushion Green beneath me. Let go!” Tina pleaded again, then the hand gripping Yuan Fan’s began to exert force, trying to pry his hand away.

Sure enough, before Meng You’s words finished, Meng Yangu’s soul body reassembled and appeared behind the Mist Hound.

After all, as long as one’s lifespan was sufficient, the Nine Transformations of the Demon Saint were like cheating—immediately wielding the power and physique of a half-step True Saint.

At this moment, Han Enjing still wore her short hair, though it seemed a bit longer now, with smooth strands falling to her shoulders. Today’s makeup included some eyeshadow, adding a touch of gentle beauty to her appearance.

***

The construction particles seemed unruly, rampaging inside Wang Hao’s body, breaking one great Dao technique after another.

Long Lei shook his head in confusion, as if to say, “Your adult world is so hard to comprehend.”

Straightening his posture and taking a deep breath, the swordsman adjusted his mood, then bid Old Hu farewell.

Especially since the soldiers from the Jin family were among them, including the legendary Jin Cheng, known as the most elusive man.

“Hmph, fame? What fame do I, Liang Zi’ang, need? In this Yucheng land, who dares to slander my name? Hua Hu, one last question—has Hua Mulian really married?” Liang Zi’ang angrily demanded.

“Don’t forget, success or failure will be decided tonight,” Liu Che said, reminding repeatedly before returning to his room.

If one hungry ghost consumes twenty talismans, then twenty ghosts would require about four hundred talismans. The swordsman’s five to six hundred talismans in hand would be more than enough, perhaps even with surplus.

With the Tang sword slung behind his back, Feng Lin stared at the terrified Nan Yu and threw her down from the branches.

At that moment, the blade-shaped wind blades tore apart the remaining waves and thunder, surging toward Su Xing.

The air suddenly grew silent. Shangguan Yuneng, seated among the guests not far away, coughed, realizing he had made a great fool of himself.

Now, anyone from the Devouring Heaven Sect wishing to harm the West Residence must first overcome Tang Yi. Without doing so, they cannot lay a finger on the West Residence’s people.