Chapter 122: Encountering Survivors in the City Center

Lu Chen turned a blind eye to the affairs of the Lu Group, but Lu Shen could not afford such negligence. In recent days, he had taken on all matters of the Lu Group single-handedly, overwhelmed with busyness.

The Fengshan ceremony concluded quietly. Within a few days, a Mount Tai temple rose atop Taiping Peak. This temple was dedicated to General Shi Gandang and Minister Song Wu.

“Third Brother, you’ve finally returned. Was your journey safe?” Before Xiao Yuan even entered, his concern reached out, checking carefully for any signs of injury on Si Ming.

“Ye Hui, I never imagined you were Yuan Yi!” Chu Mochen said, recalling how he had once been just a begging child, now transformed into an envoy of the demonic sect.

To secure priority, Huo Yinan, despite strong reluctance, and Qing Si rushed straight to the Wuji Sect the day after receiving the letterbox. Qing Si noticed Huo Yinan’s anxiety and hesitation along the way—it was the first time she had seen such an expression on him.

“So that’s why you were slower than Ma Shan back then? I knew it—these past days, Ma Shan couldn’t even communicate properly with his spirit beast, how could he be a match for you?” Guo Ba suddenly understood.

The most terrifying moment came when the Qin army’s muskets fired—this dreadful weapon had been unleashed again. Just moments ago, the Qin muskets had shattered the Samos clan, and now they fired once more.

She furrowed her brows slightly, her eyes reddening at the corners. When he glanced over, her movement abruptly halted, and she immediately pretended nothing had happened, waving at him. The eyes behind her black mask curved into a smile, though it looked forced.

“There’s no trouble. I haven’t returned yet because I wanted to come tell you first. I planned to pick you up this afternoon but couldn’t find the chance to say before... I hope I didn’t disturb you.” Huai An climbed into the vehicle by stepping on a stool, keeping some distance from Liang Tian, unwilling to cross any boundaries.

“Boss, there’s nothing else I can do. I’ve done all I can,” Lin Liang said bitterly.

Normally, a poisoned arrow wound would appear dark red, but this one turned a purplish blue with root-like patterns—what could that mean?

After solving the problem, the math teacher allowed her to leave and return to her seat. Chun Teng then focused intently on the lesson.

Bai Jianxing was sitting in Chen Shiyao’s Bentley. Though her hands and feet were free, she still felt a subtle sense of oppression.

Those were two formidable figures. If it became known, the Hua Club would likely be unable to protect itself.

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“Master Cang, President Cang, I still have work to do. If you’re free, please keep to yourself and don’t disturb me,” she said firmly, unwilling to let this man jeopardize her work.

Gu Xintong took Yangyang home, handing him over to Chen Liqiong, then hurriedly dashed out again.

Xia Xi wasn’t exactly clever, bluntly asking Jin Chendong which two works he had written and whether their endings were happy or tragic.

The fox spirit left that day. He was no good demon, but she had started a new life. He remained a nationwide fugitive. If discovered, he would destroy everything she had built once again.

Her brows knitted in a rare expression of difficulty. Xia Junyao was proud; asking him to actively curry favor with his own mother was no easy matter.

Otherwise, he would have been heartbroken beyond measure, more painful than when he once liked An Xiangwan.

The three-foot-long blade curved sharply toward the Yellow Ancestor. Instantly, the Yellow Ancestor lost all fighting spirit. His face changed as he swiftly fled the way he came, slapping dead the remaining eight tigers on his way out.

The singer who said this was Ye Junlin, a rookie signed to Blossom Entertainment last month. When Peng Fan was at his peak, Ye Junlin was just entering university, and Peng Fan’s songs were the ones he listened to most.

Meanwhile, Mu Yuan Daoist’s eyes flicked subtly in every direction. His face remained expressionless, but his mind was quietly calculating every detail.

Xia Qianjiao turned and left, thinking to herself, “No wonder those from the Immortal Academy are never foolish. If Bai Jian’an agreed, he could easily drain him dry in even a minute, let alone ten.”

But since the initial order was for a million, that meant the risk was considerable, and the person or company targeted was not simple to deal with.

According to the order he placed yesterday afternoon, the cake should be delivered shortly.

Gu Shanghuai had already told her that Lin Jiunian and Mu Chengyue had some unspeakable relationship, though he was still waiting for the final report.

This was a truth Zhang Liang understood well. He cupped his hands and bowed to Ran Fang, his eyes filled with unwavering resolve.

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Snake Brother got up from the ground without blaming Zhen Hua. He took a seat on the bench in the courtyard. Zhen Hua followed and was invited to sit beside him. Since Zhen Hua had struck first, he complied.

Yet his footsteps betrayed no hint of guilt as he headed toward the car parked by the roadside.

“What is this? It feels so comfortable.” Liu Yuhang seemed as if a gentle breeze had just brushed past him, breathing it in made him feel refreshed and clear-headed.

“Yes!” Qing Song Tongzi answered promptly, then turned and left the Grand Mystery Palace. After a while, he led in a cultivator clad entirely in mysterious armor.

With a thunderous crack, a bolt of lightning struck the Universe Ring, followed by a sharp clink as it fell to the ground, sounding like metal striking stone.

“What do you mean?” He Nana frowned, feeling as though she had been played a fool by Mo Jue from start to finish. The most laughable part was that she had trusted Mo Jue completely the entire time.

Xiao Wanshan’s face first burned with hatred and rage. Then, realizing his days were numbered, he broke down in tears. He feared to face his wife like this, filled with unwillingness and even more with regret.

Bu Zeqiu produced a spirit pill, surprised at first, then brought his eyes close to examine it carefully. He remained silent for a long while.

The highest level in the Martial Emperor realm had reached the eighth tier—something no one had anticipated. The one at the eighth tier was the prince of another empire.

“Mom, don’t work for others anymore. I’ll bring you some money later.” Zhuo Bufan said as he saw his mother return, trying to persuade her.

Then, none of them were surprised to see Qian Jiao’s eyes widen in shock and her mouth slightly open.

Divine power manifested like the Qilin arm of Bu Jingyun in the midst of wind and clouds, always present on the body. It required no preparation to unleash its power and could be controlled at will.