Chapter 48: The Imperial Edict Arrives

When the villagers saw that the people stepping down from the carriage were from the third branch of the Mu family, they were all stunned. How could the third branch of the Mu family arrive by carriage?

He’s wife, accompanied by her two sons, came over to watch the commotion. Seeing the third son’s family return in a carriage, her face darkened like black charcoal.

“I’m barely surviving, and yet you still have the money to take a carriage?”

“Third son,” she strode over without a trace of politeness and asked bluntly, “It seems you left them trapped in the Yin Qi passage of the ancient tomb.” Unexpectedly, Linglong had turned the tables, imprisoning the black-clad A Zan and the others within the tomb. This was certainly a bitter drink for them.

“Bodyguards? If they were your bodyguards, why didn’t they protect you? Instead, they fled as if terrified out of their wits,” the old woman asked.

The corpse was large, resembling a white-haired ape, with arms thicker than a person’s thighs by two fists. Even in death, it emanated a wild and ferocious aura.

I naturally trusted Lu Li’s handling of the situation, but I remained uneasy about Chu Ge’s abilities.

There was shock, anger, and pain—after all, these six vengeful spirits had been nurtured for many years, accumulating such potent grudges.

With the arrival of the Martial God’s heir, the atmosphere at the scene shifted. Those who had feared Xi Tang now found courage.

Hearing this, I hurried to stand beside Fang Chengzhou and asked if he had remembered something. What exactly was this thing above?

No sooner had I finished speaking than the disciples of Qishan raised their war swords again, surrounding the Hall of Heaven’s Reach, clearly intent on fighting.

Then, I summoned all my strength, drew my Black Iron Sword, and slashed horizontally toward the head opposite me with all my might.

At some point, Bai Rufrost had developed a habit of tapping my forehead with her hand. Honestly, I disliked it. I turned and glared fiercely at her, saying, “Are you blind? Isn’t it obvious there’s poison hidden in his mouth?”

“I hope you can solve the problem. After all, a tall tree attracts the wind; many will want to strike at Fengyun Enterprises,” Han Yun said with the first smile I had seen from her today, dripping with sarcasm.

If Liu Badiao could see into Tianzi’s thoughts, he would probably laugh until he lost all his teeth—and still find it amusing.

Several senior princes and dukes watched dumbfounded, a chill rising in their hearts. This was serious. This reckless youth had not only acted as a scapegoat but had also shattered everyone’s livelihoods. Now he had provoked the emperor’s wrath. Perhaps the emperor, embarrassed to retreat, would no longer back down.

Whenever he faced Taichu, he felt an indescribable inferiority and fear.

The youth had long, dark green hair, and his eyes were pitch black, gleaming with an eerie dark light, like the vast, ultimate universe on a gloomy day.

The Peacock turned on her heel and left, clearly unable to tolerate someone she saw as no different from an imbecile.

Upon arriving at the patrol office, Li Guangdi stepped down from the sedan chair, and Shi Lang dismounted alongside him. The two entered the office side by side, passing through the front hall and a corridor, finally stopping before an ear room. Li Guangdi made a polite gesture of invitation. Shi Lang smiled and went in first without hesitation. They sat in host and guest positions, and Li Guangdi’s servant promptly poured tea for them.

“Enough. Do you think I’m really a fool?” Wei Yang shouted, adding an immature but authoritative tone that nearly made the two spit blood and slump down.

However, don’t forget that Badiao still had the Golden Body Technique. Although the golden body it forged couldn’t withstand a dozen or more heavenly thunder strikes at once, it could still barely defend against a few of them.

This was just an ordinary stone, yet judging by Long Ling’s serious expression, it was probably no simple matter.

“Everything’s already washed. Just wring it dry. You’ve worked hard; you should take the time to rest a bit more,” Ding Luan said, her voice as cold as ever, though it was clear her attitude toward Chu Yunci had softened.