Chapter 23: Rejection
Qin Yu intended to step forward and inquire about the names and effects of the medicinal herbs, but he swallowed his words. Given his current status, asking such questions might arouse suspicion. Seeing the clerk busy packaging medicine and the physician occupied with consultations, he realized no one was paying him any mind. He quietly retreated from the pharmacy and waited at the entrance. A moment later, Zhao Qiang emerged, looking somewhat embarrassed. "I apologize, my lord, for keeping you waiting so long. It is just that..."
Wang Peng did not believe Fatty Liu's words, but no matter how much he pressed, the man repeated the same lines. When pushed too far, Fatty Liu simply clamped his mouth shut. Helpless, Wang Peng had to change the subject, asking how they had managed to find him and Qian Peipei.
"If you do not behave, I will truly stop being polite," Jing Moxuan said viciously, gripping Han Shui'er's chin. His chilling voice was enough to strike fear into anyone's heart.
The maid nodded at Cheng Feng's instructions. Once she left, Cheng Feng stepped a few paces away and retrieved from his medical kit the gold pillow he would need to diagnose Jiu Huang's pulse.
"Third brother, did you fall?" the leader asked, only to suddenly hear a rush of wind behind his head. He tried to block with his hand, but felt a sharp, heavy blow to the back of his neck, and then he lost consciousness.
Sensing the evil, undead aura that had previously surged from his opponent, Gu Yu looked at the messenger from hell with a complex expression, seemingly understanding something yet failing to grasp the full truth. Eight seconds had passed, and the flame blast continued to burn. If nothing went wrong, would Gu Yu perish here?
Seeing the Empress Dowager step inside, Zhao Yun had already risen from the dragon throne. He walked down the steps to meet her, took her hand from the eunuch, and escorted her toward the throne.
Wandering the paths of the park, Xiao Yu moved listlessly, like a walking corpse. He could not accept the truth: Ruoxi had not come. He had waited for Yan Ruoxi there for an entire day and night, but alas, the beauty never appeared.
The influence of the Hulie Prefecture was confined to the north of Dai. To enter Hedong, then march without pause into Chang'an to control Guanzhong, and subsequently bring the entire Northwest, Sichuan, Shu, and Jinghu under its sphere of influence—this was akin to a snake trying to swallow an elephant. While not impossible, the timeframe was too short; the snake would surely burst.
What he found even stranger was that after walking through the entire residence, he discovered it was directly adjacent to the county magistrate's office, separated only by a single wall. If that wall were removed, the entire residence would effectively become the back garden of the magistrate's office.
Two flashes of pink darted away, leaving behind only butterflies and the man behind them—the master of Nameless Valley, Zhao Zilong.
Tianming mused that the Demon Dragon mentioned by Tianyi must be the Tianyi Dragon he had battled. However, the true Tianyi Dragon was a divine creature, while that one was merely a demon dragon. Naturally, Tianming did not tell Tianyi about his clash with the beast.
However, if the "Dreamy Void Flower" truly proved effective, he would not be a pushover, and Di Yu would no longer be able to manipulate everything.
Departing from Fukuoka, the car traveled for most of the day, finally reaching its destination at two in the afternoon.
No one spoke now; they only listened to the sounds of fighting in the darkness. There was only the gnashing of teeth from the blood corpses and the sounds of physical struggle. Aside from a single grunt earlier, Zhao Zilong did not even make a sound of exertion. Ziyi felt something was wrong, but he could not pinpoint what it was.
"How dare you treat her like this!" Lu Bu looked at Diao Chan’s bleeding lip, her body covered in lash marks and bite marks. A stifling pain tightened his chest. Suddenly, a sweet taste rose in his throat, and he coughed up blood.
She had always commanded and he had always obeyed, like a diligent old ox, never uttering a word of complaint. But are there such carefree old oxen in this world? Such mesmerizing ones?
Situ Haoyu nodded and let her leave, then took his tablet to attend to his own matters.
Duan Chou’s mouth twitched, his expression shifting. He realized that Nezha’s arrival might not be a good thing for him; instead, it would likely make the already precarious situation of the Xuantian Sect even more dangerous and difficult.
Ye Xingtian sat on the bed, rubbing his brow with a look of exhaustion; he felt as though he were more tired after sleeping than before.
He Zheng gave instructions to someone nearby, ensuring certain tasks were carried out.
"That goes without saying," Meng Xin replied confidently. Specialization was her forte, after all.
Regardless of who they were, they would all return to dust. The defeated were not necessarily villains, and the victors were not necessarily kings, but the winners always lived longer than the losers and saw better scenery.
"Don't be like that, you are the best grandma," Mo Mo said, shaking Lan Yue'er's arm coaxingly.
"Damn it, you old pervert, I am not that kind of person," Xu Zuoyan retorted angrily.
"Before coming here, I already spoke with your father. The boss also agrees to let Yuhan stay," Madam Zhong said calmly after Ye Kaicheng spoke.
Not a single tear fell, yet she was unaware. Perhaps the boundless melancholy and misery caused by Lu Yicong’s marriage were more significant to her than the arduous war fought at sea.
It must be said that after observing the strength of these people, He Zheng felt a sense of relief; they were much weaker than he had imagined. With his own power, he should be at the pinnacle of this group. Even those he had not yet observed likely would not be much stronger.