Chapter 52: Catching Fugitives on Two Fronts Simultaneously

Last time, on their way to the venue, they were ambushed by cultivators from Danxin Tower. Chong Xue was struck, and the opponent ordered Chong He to go to the appointment.

It was a massive sphere, covered with tangled, twisted shadows, each one writhing invisibly and pitifully on its surface.

“Young master, please don’t joke. How could the Martial Alliance possibly listen…” Elder Mo’s face was troubled, and he left the rest unsaid, fearing it would embarrass Zhang.

As his voice sounded, on the other side of the square facing the main gate, a group of people slowly began to move forward.

Jun Yunqing pondered for a moment but did not immediately act upon the corpse of the male Tianqin slave. Instead, he rose and approached Jun Muyue and the few from Tianfang Valley.

Jiang Qiuming felt the threat from Jiang Huiying and chose an 80% efficacy spirit medicine this round—the Poria Blue Pill.

The Zhou family was no fool; seeing how the Sun household acted, their goodwill evaporated. They exchanged a glance with Zhengyue, who then sent someone to the front hall, seeking a chance to speak with Yunsheng. Upon hearing his mother was leaving, Yunsheng found an excuse to depart with Liu Chengshuang.

Time slipped away bit by bit. People came and went around Lan Qian, but in the end, only his mother remained by his side, wishing to accompany him through his final journey.

Fanzhuo stared silently at the table laden with beautifully fragrant and delicious dishes, his face filled with speechless sorrow. He looked up at Jun Wuxie, whose expression was cold but whose eyes held a strange glint.

For a moment, Bufan felt some regret for not heeding Lin Zhan’s advice to leave early.

“I understand, but since I am the party involved, there may be details I can only see clearly at the scene, right?” After Qin Yan’s persuasion, Su Nan finally nodded in agreement.

“But what if the emperor insists you marry? After all, an imperial edict must not be defied.” Dong Ru frowned, her face pale from days of accumulated worry.

“Forget it, let’s focus on the matter at hand.” Mo Jinsheng raised his hand; his sole thought was to settle things and go home, as there was nothing here worth lingering for.

“It’s alright, I’ll go with you. With me around, there’s no need to fear!” Tian Ling saw his moment to shine and immediately pounded his chest confidently.

At this moment, Katarina was already two blocks ahead, leaping from one rooftop to another.

Every time Lu Yu passed an office desk, he could hear their discussions; once a decision was made, they would verify it with other groups.

“You should have started systematic treatment earlier, but it’s not too late. I will help you recover properly,” Xiao Man said confidently, which also gave Qiao Shan renewed hope.

Dan Xing was too lazy to care whether Qin Huairen believed him. He left in a hurry. Finding Qin Yan was the most urgent matter now; everything else was unimportant. He even urged the two bodyguards guarding Qin Huairen’s hospital room to go search immediately.

Liu Suifeng feigned a block but actually dodged. With the help of Haoran’s corpse hound, the two broke through the blockade and successfully entered the principal’s office.

Brother Shazhou, knowing he was in the wrong, said nothing. He bore the innkeeper’s tantrum and, after several stern warnings to the two not to act recklessly again, turned and went downstairs.

The next day, people from the dental guild came by, saying a few houses near the east corner tower were for sale and invited her to take a look. Just as Bayang was about to leave, the Yijun Prince’s mansion sent a steward, claiming to have inspected several estates and also inviting her to make a decision.

Yang Qianshan watched the departing convoy, thoughtful. He pulled out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, took a deep drag, then forcefully exhaled the smoke. Sighing, he shook his head.

Everyone was aiming for Chen Dazhi to compensate, to live in a proper house, to marry off their children and have grandchildren, so the next generation would never suffer poverty again.

In the side chamber of Jingping Pavilion, orioles chirped outside the window as warm morning light streamed in, painting a scene full of vibrant life. After washing up, Yin Xue Shenqing was especially spirited, having slept soundly without dreams the night before.

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“That’s not exactly true. First, the elder brother who teaches you can’t teach everything; it’s just that the knowledge imparted differs, each with its use. Understand? Bao’er, you still have to study the teacher’s lessons seriously, alright?” Wan Qi Yang spoke, and Bao’er listened attentively.

All over the world, wherever new villages sprang up and taverns and tea houses—places for information exchange—opened, chaos ensued. Their eyes glowed almost blood-red as they read the serum’s description.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed his ankle with tremendous force. “Ouch, damn it!” The truant student cried out in pain, collapsing to the ground.

From the forest emerged a boy around sixteen or seventeen, dressed in a black, soft smoky silk robe.

“Jing Dan, I recall you and I are the same age, though your birth month is several months ahead of mine, isn’t that right?” Yin Xue spoke softly.

Zhou Quan enjoyed these moments, and his beloved son did too. The father and son undoubtedly had a joyful time together.

Taking advantage of her unawareness, he wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, slightly bending down to rest his chin on her shoulder.

“Brother Cai’s restraint is indeed formidable, but I have some tricks,” Qi Xuanyi said calmly.

Who would have thought that under the dual attributes of metal and fire, Lu Fei fiercely absorbed so much spiritual power from heaven and earth? Isn’t that courting death?

“Enough, enough. There’s no use in talking now. Fate must be as it is. What can man do?” Zuo Batian no longer wished to discuss the matter.