Volume One, Chapter 63: The Police Come Knocking

Bian Xunzhou’s large hand gripped Lu Baiqian’s neck tightly, his gaze calm and unwavering, filled with murderous intent, as if he might strangle him to death the next instant.
“You should be grateful she’s unharmed,” the man’s voice was low and hoarse, his fingers tightening unrelentingly.
Lu Baiqian’s face turned crimson from lack of oxygen, yet he still refused to yield.
The two confronted each other in silence—one shadowed and bordering on madness, the other sly and provocative.
Just then, Wen Xuyu, sprawled on the sofa, tumbled to the floor, tormented by the effects of the drugs, uttering faint moans of pain.
Bian Xunzhou’s grip loosened slightly; Lu Baiqian coughed, leaning against the wall, gasping for breath.
“This matter...”
Meanwhile, the leaders of Taoism, Buddhism, and the Rising Sect each arrived at the Heavenly Court, with the Jade Emperor as witness, to once again deliberate on the candidates destined to face calamity.
Only at this moment did all realize that this was an exceptionally powerful illusion, capable of breaking one’s will. The Supreme Elder grew anxious and called loudly for Yun Zhongzi.
Furthermore, in earlier times, European cooking methods were simple and crude—only stewing, boiling, and baking—there was no need for utensils like chopsticks.
“Not just formidable—being tormented there is like being treated as a plaything. So, you’d best behave yourself when you arrive,” the old man warned.
The others who came bearing gifts merely wished to see Le Bing, hoping for a favorable impression. Who accepted the gifts mattered little to them, and they gave it no further thought.
Zhu Da and Zhou Qingyun led their horses along the road, barely attracting notice, as there were many men carrying blades in the streets. Their martial merchant attire was nothing uncommon; both locals and outsiders regarded them with respectful distance, with no provocations or extortions.
Lone Wolf couldn’t hold back any longer and wanted to speak, but Fang Zheng quickly pinched his tail, urging him to behave.

After more than ten minutes, Situ Xuan pressed his arms downward, exhaling slowly, having completed the entire set.
Not only Le Bing—even other prodigious youths would have struggled to evade such an attack. Just from that split-second dodge, it was clear Le Bing possessed sharp reflexes and an unflinching spirit in crisis.
Meeting again five years later, it was only their second encounter, yet he remembered her deeply.
Thinking it over, Brother Bing could only agree. By now, Karahadi was on track, with countless tasks awaiting and enormous expenses. For Chen Xiaoya, working tirelessly to expand the business and earn more was all for helping Xu Youbing, to speed Karahadi’s rise.
But remembering the emperor still resided within the city, and Shen Xi’s purpose was to persuade Zhu Houzhao to return to the capital, the magistrate of Lingqiu County dared not show himself, fearing responsibility.
Murong Xue had made ample preparations when opening this clinic; she had sewn three hundred sets of patient garments in various sizes.
They held their standoff for about a minute before Xiang Qing couldn’t bear it any longer. She lifted her head, gazing up at the handsome man above her, his white bathrobe loose, radiating an irresistible allure.
Tang Jingcheng’s heart grew even heavier upon hearing that name, and recalling what Qiu Yueyi had told her at the hospital tonight, a suffocating feeling pressed against her chest, unable to dissipate.
Three years later, how far could Qin Ling progress? Would he be able to face the Medicine King Hall alone? That depended entirely on himself.
Jiang Li watched Ye Zhi wield her long whip, and involuntarily recalled the scene at Ten Mile Bamboo Residence, where Ye Zhi, cradled in Shu Ying’s arms, was covered in blood.
Reflecting on the message of dominion and will, even Joshua’s heart surged with tumultuous waves.
The most typical example was Zhang Wuben’s mung bean soup incident—a heavy blow to the traditional medicine industry.
And this—was the soul’s cycle of Mobian Gigabacteria, a single race, a single will—an unprecedentedly vast soul entity, beginning to gestate and awaken deep within the planet.
Ye Yi frowned slightly; the request was somewhat excessive for him. Though all were among the top eight, every step forward brought a rise in status—especially for him, who was almost certain of victory. To yield now, he could never accept it.

Ye Yu still hadn’t figured it out. Julie patted her hand, indicating someone was approaching from behind.
At the same time, Security Captain Su Datou gathered some guards from Qinghua Garden, scraping together one hundred thousand ghost coins.
Du Yinxi remained silent for a long while, then nodded deeply. Hou Xuan then departed, guided by his personal guards, to seek out Li Haoxian.
Tubazov, confident in his scheme, never imagined that these soldiers from the distant southern empire would form such strange and bewildering formations.
These days, the original owner’s remaining soul and spirit slumbered to nurture the soul; Helian Xiao wished desperately that he could be the one sleeping, but since it was the pit he dug himself, he had to fill it, even on his knees.
Fang Guoan dispatched three general officers, leading an army of over twenty thousand, pressing toward Hangzhou. Before they were fully prepared to besiege the city, they encountered the central army led by Jixihai. Under Jixihai’s command was the elite Zhenghuang Banner from the Eight Banners of the Qing. When the two sides met, the battle quickly became deadlocked.
On the Association of Martyrs’ Pacific island, a newly manufactured test machine had completed its final trial. With the acquisition of titanium APH technology, many previously unused blueprints were now being applied.
In fact, Zheng Yunlan wanted Zhou Miao to understand that one must not overestimate oneself. After all, Lu Heng’s life was his own, yours is yours. If working so hard were truly effective, wouldn’t Lu Heng have already agreed to you?
The kings had only secluded themselves for a few days, but the Elephant King had already emerged for the third time, leaving him frustrated; it seemed impossible to stay in seclusion as he wished.
Liu Meili and her husband had stepped back, but occasionally helped out at the clothing store when it was busy. Li Liang’s father spent his days with his grandson, his health much improved, always cheerful.