Chapter 65

After pondering for a long time, Kang Jian realized he still had to go in. What was meant to be would come; what was destined to happen could not be avoided. Moreover, for the sake of his family, he had to make this trip.

In addition, Yinhui received news that members of the Mu family had begun privately contacting martial artists from commoner backgrounds, offering a stick and a carrot.

Even when encountering a few who were neither particularly obnoxious nor overly pretentious, those individuals automatically kept their distance due to the presence of Li Mengze, never once considering trying to understand the actual situation.

Lu Wufeng was extremely angry, yet his state of mind remained entirely unaffected. This was due to the passive state of "Mirror-Like Calm and Rippling-Free Water" constantly active within him.

If it were in the outside world, Yan Xian would have charged toward Lu Wufeng even amidst rolling heavenly thunder. However, within the Purple Mansion, he was suppressed by the Dao of Equilibrium of the Purple Mansion and was utterly unable to unleash his full strength. This left him feeling immensely aggrieved, which was why he had proactively conceded defeat; he did not want to die a miserable death at Lu Wufeng's hands like Youyan.

He immediately ordered someone to bring Yun Chen out. At the same time, Zhou Mengyao and the others arrived at the main hall of the Zhou family.

Zhao Pan knew things were turning ominous, so he deliberately steered the topic toward the relationship between himself and Ding Yu, attempting to make the other party retreat in the face of difficulties.

However, upon reaching the alley outside the shanty district, A Duo saw a large crowd gathered there. In the distance, black smoke billowed into the sky, accompanied by a pungent, scorching smell of burning.

Jiang Chenghyu raised her hand and delivered a fierce slap across Jiang Sisi's face. With a crisp sound, the left side of Jiang Sisi's face instantly turned red, marked by a vivid handprint.

In an instant, the initiative fell completely into Itachi's hands. Aside from worrying that Fire Release might damage the aquatic terrain, he used Wind Release and Water Release with astonishing frequency. By contrast, Qi Yu found himself gradually sustaining injuries amidst the relentless onslaught.

Yet Ye Han did not even spare him a glance, directly unleashing the Soul-Shattering Finger and striking the Heart-Destroying Palm launched by the thin man. The formidable force instantly neutralized the chilling energy of the Heart-Destroying Palm and surged into the opponent's body. The thin man did not even have time to utter a scream before he was obliterated by this single finger.

She was utterly lost now, not knowing where to go, nor wishing to return home. If she went back and faced everyone, she would feel an overwhelming sense of guilt, especially since everyone had cared for her so deeply in the past, while she had constantly met others with cold and harsh words.

Nan Gongling advanced toward her step by step. Terrified, she retreated continuously until her back hit a large tree. Her panic-stricken eyes met his gaze, which burned with fury, and her chest heaved so violently from anxiety that she could barely breathe. Did he know? How did he find out?

"Nobody move!" At that moment, a dense crowd suddenly appeared not far away, numbering an estimated one thousand people. Furthermore, they were armed with submachine guns, and an aura of absolute terror instantly enveloped everyone from the security company.

"Please sit, Brother Ling. Do you have something to discuss with me? Please go ahead, Big Brother." Xue Lian'er personally poured him a cup of tea, placed it on the table, and sat down on another chair. She no longer tangled with him over how she should address him, knowing that since Ling Ran had sought her out on his own initiative, he definitely had something important to say.

In the Southern District, Man Tuohuang's eyes were filled with battle intent. His intuition had not failed him; this Ye Xiao was truly formidable.

Qin Mo narrowed his eyes. It seemed the two of them could no longer stay together with Rong Zheng; they failed to learn anything good and instead picked up every single bad habit.

"Luo Chao, stop talking, please stop talking!" Shen Birong burst into loud sobs, tightly embracing Luo Chao. She never could have imagined that Luo Chao, who always wore a harmless and innocent smile, harbored such a agonizing past. Just hearing about it was terrifying, let alone experiencing it firsthand.

Just as she wanted to say something, Father He left. Having nowhere to vent her anger, she ended up kicking the corner of the sofa, making her wince and cry out in pain.

He was now utterly destitute and helpless, without a single shred of backing. All he could do was plead, hoping that Lin Hao would spare his life.

"What are you doing!" Jun Xiye suddenly opened his eyes, grabbed her wrist, and stared at her with a deep frown and a scrutiny meant to see right through her.

After confirming that there were temporarily no other enemies around, Wang Sheng took out a tissue to wipe the rotting corpse pus from the crimson blade, and then went to check the bodies—or rather, the remains—of the undead.

As Wang Sheng appeared, several items materialized alongside him, neatly stacked before him.

Immediately afterward, the bird's head took a solid punch from Wang Sheng, sending it violently listing to the side.

Over the course of half a month, out of tens of thousands of able-bodied young men, a little over five hundred with passable aptitude were selected. There were also slightly over a hundred youths aged above twelve with good potential.

Just as the young man began waking the passengers on the carriage, Wang Sheng turned his gaze toward the unconscious driver and conductor.

After politely thanking Chen Zixin, Shen Mingyi concluded the conversation. Afterward, he changed his clothes and made an appointment with Zhou Mengqi to visit Skymall in the morning.

A familiar figure stepped out of the vehicle—none other than Wang Chao, who had previously clashed with Lin Yu and ended up being blocked outside the entrance of the auction house.

If he remembered correctly, it was now the twelfth year of Hongwu, and Zhu Yuanzhang's campaign to eradicate Hu Weiyong's faction had officially begun.

Upon hearing Song Lian's words, Hu Weiyong grew even more dissatisfied, his face turning beet red. Just as he was about to retort, he saw his son shaking his head and signaling to him with a glance. Gritting his teeth, he swallowed the rest of his words and sat back down in a huff.

Meanwhile, having finished lunch, a group of peasants hoisted their hoes and headed back down to the fields. However, no one dared to rush Mao Jue. After sketching for about ten minutes, he finally completed his work, patted the dirt off his hands, and using a wooden stick to point at the drawing, Mao Jue began cross-examining them.

This trial was very simple: everyone had to choose a carousel, sit on it, and manage not to fall off for five minutes.

Lu Ding! He showed no surprise at all when Mo Dun instantly saw through his background, considering the deep historical grudges between the Moist school and the Gongshu clan, with both sides intimately familiar with each other's craftsmanship.

This "Kidney-Deficient Young Master" still had a fragile heart. Clutching his chest with a look of "Old iron, you're breaking my heart," he pounded his chest and wailed mournfully, causing another wave of cold sweat to break out on the back of Mao Jue's head.

He had originally thought he was some young master from Yuncheng, but upon seeing Shi Lei, he found the face completely unfamiliar. Furthermore, taking in Shi Lei's attire, a deep surge of utter disdain welled up in his heart.