39. Crossing into the Qing Dynasty (39)

Ye Shaoyang took a deep breath, pulled his head out, and continued moving forward. He traversed many intersecting lines, chose a random spot, and plunged his head back in.

For some reason, the moment Leng Ning saw them talking together, she felt a sense of unease in her heart.

Ji Lengquan offered a polite cupped-hand salute, exuding the grace of a man of status. He then summoned his servants to tidy up the main hall, making no mention of Xin Ruoshan’s departure, as if nothing had happened at all.

The Pu'er Tea House was easy enough to find, as its exterior stood out in the town. While the surrounding area was filled with modern architecture, that tea house alone retained an ancient style, resembling an octagonal tower.

"Are you... the investigators sent down by the provincial department?" Wu Haibing looked at the two of them, his expression somewhat awkward.

The roar was like a bolt of lightning on a clear day; even though the crowd was clamoring, nothing could hinder the reach of that sound.

"Hahaha, your room is just ahead, hurry up!" Stork strode forward, his lips stained with blood, his face glowing with high spirits.

"Rest assured, Senior, I will certainly have the Sect Master take me as his disciple!" Hong Jian curled her lips, looking quite confident.

In reality, the Pill Spirit was naturally fond of rare treasures and celestial herbs. Having not touched any for thousands of years, it could not help but feel a surge of excitement at the sight of so many before it.

Hong Jian became flustered and desperate. She suddenly exerted force, and it felt as if someone had set off fireworks within her sea of consciousness. Her vision went black, golden stars danced before her eyes, and a piercing pain instantly spread through every inch of her skin. Unable to even scream, she collapsed to the ground, clutching her head.

"Heh heh, wake him up first!" Fang Zheng smiled, took out a water flask, and then produced a medicinal pill, feeding it to Shen Chao.

"Damn bastard! How can he be so lucky?" Fang Cong, who was serving tea and water to others nearby, gnashed his teeth in anger as he watched Fang Zheng’s back.

Ye Wushuang nodded, "So that’s how it is." No wonder she hadn’t felt any physical discomfort upon waking. She had heard that after being possessed by a ghost, one’s body would remain weak for a long time, though she wasn’t sure if being possessed by a succubus was the same.

He hadn't ordered takeout, and the housekeeper wasn't supposed to come at this hour. Taking a deep breath of the freshly brewed coffee, the man walked toward the sofa with a relaxed smile.

The other party had hinted and confessed multiple times; even if she hadn't eaten pork, she had seen pigs run. Wasn't it a happy thing that the person she liked might also like her? Why couldn't she accept it?

However, while he didn't find any good items in the two-headed wolf's lair, Chen Jianfeng managed to scavenge some medicinal herbs nearby. Though not of the highest grade, it was still a harvest.

Returning home, Fang Zheng called Fang Tuo over and told him to take good care of his parents. Fang Tuo had an agreement with him, so he naturally patted his chest in assurance.

Sensing her spiritual energy beginning to fluctuate, Xun Yi opened his eyes. His beautiful peach-blossom eyes narrowed slightly as he channeled his own spiritual energy, struggling to soothe the chaotic aura within her.

He snapped back to reality and realized the plates on the table were already empty. Confused, he was led away by Ai Yueman for a distance before suddenly looking back at the plates.

At the same time, the runes in the room rippled with an invisible aura, beginning to reject him.

Alisha nodded. After careful recollection, she slowly recounted everything she knew about the Underworld to Wallace: "I understand, but as for the Underworld, I don't actually know much. After all, it is another world entirely, and I only know the general situation."

Since the rise of the Yun family, the position of head had always belonged to their lineage; the first head of the Yun family was their great-great-great-great-grandfather.

Cultivating one's character, regulating one's family, governing the state, and bringing peace to the world was the dream of every man, and Lin Zhong was no exception.

Ning Zhiyuan’s two sons attended a private school nearby and did not return home for lunch.

Enemy attacks are not terrifying; it is the betrayal of those we trust most that inflicts true, searing pain.

If it didn't exist, how could this scene be explained? If it did, why hadn't he encountered it before, and why were there no relevant records in the family archives?

Returning to Bishui Alley, both of them had composed themselves, their faces devoid of any trace of their earlier emotions.

Han Shizi was actually quite surprised. He had tried to learn the Xuanyuan family's spear techniques, but unfortunately, he couldn't master them; he couldn't control the full extent of his internal energy, nor did he believe a set of spear techniques without internal energy had any real use.

Her mother's reaction was quite unexpected to Luo Yiran, so she picked up her phone to call Lu Yunze.

Because of her previous experience, it only took Yang Quan half a month this time to create templates for the Earth Spike and Shield spells.

"It’s good that he’s dead, saves me from having to keep an eye on him every day," Zhang Lianlan said, clutching a wooden mallet in her hands with bitter resentment.

Zhao Lingtu’s face lit up with joy. He gladly accepted the order to descend the city walls, mustered thirty thousand troops, and charged out of the North Gate, hastily giving chase.

When Aunt Qingyu told me that the clay figurine the White Dog gave me was Ao Yazi, the seventh son of the Dragon King, I also thought I had encountered the funniest joke of the year.

After I discovered this, I found the boy and declared that the bond between master and disciple was severed. Helpless, the boy pleaded bitterly, urging me not to defy the heavens and bring disaster upon the living. In a fit of rage, I accidentally killed him.

"Oh, come on, let's go! Go enjoy yourself!" After showering, Liao Wangyue dragged Ye Tianyi out. Although Ye Tianyi didn't want to interrupt his train of thought, he couldn't resist her and was dragged away quite reluctantly.