Chapter 49

As for those who now openly opposed Matsunaga Hisahide, it was purely out of personal dislike for him.

Xu Xizhen stood tall amidst the scattered corpses in the chaotic graveyard, pointing out the landscape with vigor. Among the decaying bodies and broken limbs, he passionately explained the seven meridians and eight conduits of the human body, as well as various acupoints and internal organs, to Prince Yue.

Though the words of this gray-robed elder were simple, they conveyed much information. First and foremost, this gray-robed man was a practitioner of Mohism, and a formidable one at that. Most notably, he shared a connection with them.

After several breaths, he saw the Mohist patriarch place a bundle of jade slips upon his lap. Then, slicing open his finger, he inscribed a single character onto the jade slips.

After leaving along the Eight Cypress Path, Jin Shangsheng and the others settled into the inn. Being newcomers, unfamiliar with Ueno City, and as external officials, they refrained from wandering about to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings. Thus, Jin Shangsheng and his group could only wait obediently within the inn.

Had Fuqu known earlier, the steward could have sent someone directly to the maternity ward to fetch Bai Li, which Fuqu could not have prevented, nor would the ordeal have lasted so long.

“Young master, there is something I feel I must tell you,” Ji Qin hesitated for a long moment before finally urging the horse forward to stand before Lü Tu.

Pucheng was a strategic stronghold, originally under the control of Gongshu Xu, who had turned traitor. Naturally, Lü Tu had the legitimate cause to attack and seize the city.

Meanwhile, Fuqu instructed Narcissus to remain in the maternity ward to assist, while she hurriedly went to Gao Linhua’s place.

Having the fortune to visit the newly flourishing Yangzhou, Xu Feng naturally wished to explore the city thoroughly.

Actually, what Qiqi called a “urine bag” was just a belt. While shopping, they happened upon a major brand’s new product launch. The design was exquisite, and at first glance, it reminded him instantly.

Wang Zhaoru was struck by lightning. At this moment, she felt like crying. My lord, as the intelligence officer in charge of the scouting cavalry, whenever I gather good news, you are always the first to know. Each time, my blood boils with the desire to surprise you...

She just watched helplessly as Ouyi Ye swiped the screen and answered her phone call.

“Ding! Airdrop crate refreshed; it will disappear in twenty minutes. Host, please check promptly.”

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Captain Wang was startled upon seeing Mu Sheng’er. He hadn’t expected the mayor’s daughter to be here too. It seemed that his official luck had arrived, and he must perform well.

The voice that already frightened them suddenly appeared not far behind, causing their hairs to stand on end, their fur bristling with alarm.

“Report if you have business; otherwise, the court is dismissed!” Gao Yu might not know that such words were uttered by eunuchs, for the emperor was meant to remain aloof.

The four eyes met, filled with disbelief and shock. Neither had anticipated such an event.

“It’s nothing. Coincidentally, I was just about to bring this fellow to you,” Ouyang Qianlong said, slowly lifting Amber, who lazily drooped her head. Amber’s gaze flickered toward the ground, unwilling to meet Mu Lingxi’s eyes.

“Feifei sister, what have you been busy with recently? You haven’t been paying attention to me...” Liu Xiaoqian pouted.

Of course, during peacetime, only the gates at the borders were heavily guarded and kept closed at all times. Inner city gates remained open around the clock, allowing elves free passage.

She noticed that the more time she spent with Qiao Ran, the more he resembled the man from her past life’s memories.

“What’s the point of talking to them? Better to save our breath and have a good chat tonight,” another craftsman nearby chuckled in agreement, clearly dismissing Xu Wen and the others.

After Liang Sanshao left, Murong Tian fell into deep thought. Judging by Liang Sanshao’s demeanor, he seemed truthful. Could it be that a young man capable of refining elixirs had truly appeared? If so, his own secret skill would no longer hold much advantage.

Yang Zheng responded with a hesitant nod. The security chief felt uneasy but dared not ask further, mentally noting the detail for future investigation. Yang Zheng searched the three bodies but found no suspicious clues, taking photos for evidence with his phone.

When she passed through the underground tunnel to the edge of Qianlinghu, her fingers were chafed by the objects she carried. Yet she did not stop, switching to the other hand and pressing onward.

Bathed in the sunset's afterglow, the man stood backlit, his silhouette dark and shadowy. Lin Meng could not help but widen her eyes in astonishment.

Xie Fan frowned thoughtfully. “It’s hard to believe this is a mere coincidence. Yet the two speak of a power from the demon realm. Among us, Qian Xu knows our movements best. Could he be attempting to kill with a borrowed knife? To lure me into a perilous place to test my cultivation?”

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The burly man grabbed the archaic iron hammer, his gaze piercing and instantly radiating a powerful aura.

Sorensen naturally intended this. As a veteran who had endured the Three Hammer Battles, he remained resistant to allying again with Copperbeard and Wildhammer.

She respectfully bowed, but before she could prostrate, Xia Yutong stepped forward to help her up.

Dongye Cang cleared his throat twice, feeling that Bone Princess’s words hinted at something deeper. He awkwardly changed the subject.

Her uncle was quick-tempered. This tonic, which she specially refined, was usually for health maintenance but could also protect the heart vein in critical moments.

He returned to his wife Hao Meiqun’s ward. Hao Meiqun immediately asked about Wu Xiaotian. Wu Shifan was a man whose expressions told all, and who never lied. He began to say Wu Xiaotian was well, but the perceptive Hao Meiqun immediately sensed something was amiss.

Li Longji approved of this strategy. Whether in life or death, Li Chengqi’s heirs’ internal strife would be his greatest weakness and a stepping stone for Li Longji to reclaim imperial power.

“Of course there’s no problem. It depends on how much you buy. The more you buy, the greater the discount I’ll give you,” the shopkeeper’s wife said, clearly a shrewd businesswoman.

His head and abdomen were almost embedded within the wall, blood streaming down its surface. His body seemed to have sunk directly into the cement, impossible to pull out.

It wasn’t that Wang Dongdu had stopped killing; rather, it was a phrase Xie Yaozong said three years ago that enlightened him profoundly.

The pure white clothes clung to his tall frame, soaked and translucent, faintly revealing his eight-pack abs and broad chest.