Volume One, Chapter 33: Sinister Plots Unfold, Malevolent Intent Concealed

“No, we can’t go to your place. They’ll surely guess that Brother Leopard is coming to see you. They must have already investigated where we live, and might even be lying in wait there for him. Let’s find somewhere else,” Huang Fei shook his head, feeling it was too dangerous to go to Murong Xianglong’s place.

“I’m done with this. I want to go back to the security department.” If he had known how things would turn out, Huang Fei wouldn’t have agreed in the first place.

“Setting aside the bride price, just look at what’s behind!” Xiang Fei’s tone soured, drawing the others to look down further.

What appeared was an atmosphere as constricting as a strangling grip—an overwhelming aura that made it hard to breathe.

Buddhist chants echoed, incense smoke swirling. Under the gaze of countless onlookers, a veteran stretched several miles long was escorted through the main southern gate into the Great Peace Palace. Outside, the perimeter was packed with worshippers holding incense sticks, kneeling in reverence, unwilling to leave.

Just when many sneered, doubting Ye Feng’s ability to condense elixirs, suddenly, Ye Feng succeeded. Many who had been paying attention to him immediately opened their mouths in surprise.

To be honest, the role of an imperial inspector is not easy. Their main duty is to impeach officials, especially since imperial censors can impeach based on rumors alone. Even without solid evidence, they can accuse someone, and if they are wrong, they bear no responsibility.

He made several calls in a row, but either no one answered or the phones were off. No wonder—it was so late; who would still be awake?

He began doing push-ups, feeling as if he had endless strength. He kept going without stopping until drenched in sweat, then finally got up off the ground.

“No, no, no! You two continue, go ahead! I didn’t see a thing!” Old Man Lin quickly waved his hands upon hearing this, decisively abandoning his earlier teasing thoughts about the two before him and firmly expressing his support for their public display of affection.

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These “Three Officials” govern the bestowal of blessings, pardons, and relief from calamities. Their powers are boundless. Over three days, they roam the mortal realm, inspecting people’s moral character. Those with virtue receive blessings; those without are punished.

After the call, Wang Yan fixed his gaze on the airport gate until finally, a graceful figure appeared before his eyes.

Creak— the door cracked open, revealing a plump, rosy face. Upon seeing Tang Yi, tears of excitement streamed down.

“Edward.” As a researcher, he naturally knew Edward, and precisely because of this knowledge, he understood how formidable his power was.

The tales of Hou Yi shooting down the suns and Chang’e flying to the moon… those were manageable, with plots easy to expand. Yet Hou Yi’s invincibility made the story’s main thread incoherent, and after Chang’e’s ascent to the moon, adapting it into a film would be difficult to conclude.

Jiang He suddenly halted, his expression stunned, the smile on his face freezing completely. He never expected Dantai Mingyue to be so ungrateful. Trapped between advancing and retreating, his resentment boiled, his face flushing and paling in turns.

That afternoon, the two wandered through several streets again. Unfortunately, Lan Xin only excitedly looked around but tightly clutched her purse, refusing to buy anything.

If possible, he would never return to this place, at least not for now. Being only a level ten, he lacked the qualifications to explore these secrets.

Friendship and memories aren’t about how bitterly one loses or how unjust it feels, but about being slowly worn out to death. It felt like an endless war inside the arena, with no one ever truly dying.

He did not want this outcome, nor would he remain indifferent. Without giving his all, he would never stop fighting.

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This was the gathering place for merchants; after all, men who sailed the seas could not do without their drink.

Sun Wukong’s staff shattered the golden protective light around the Buddha and struck heavily on his shoulder.

After digging up twenty high-value treasure maps, excluding the belt, it was still a profit. Nowadays, maps were scarce, so the chance of exchanging for better ones should be higher, right? Ji Mo decided that with money, he would continue collecting five treasures, digging up more advanced beast manuals to avoid being cheated when training his pets.

He knew that the lord was absent at that time, but he misjudged the situation—the lord was severely injured and returned early.

Because the forensic doctor found no wounds on Guo Qiang’s body, the judgment was that Guo Qiang died purely from fright.

Though one could not see the expressions of the others opposite, everyone could imagine—they certainly wore faces like those in an RPG.

Later, though severely injured, she underwent hundreds of tests and without exception, remained herself, unpossessed by the demon. Since then, she acquired a supernatural ability akin to the demon’s power, which ensured she never lost another battle, rarely even finding herself at a disadvantage.

The lord turned and submerged into the water sphere, removing his left eye and tossing the eyeball away anew.