Chapter 41

Er-lang, having come under his grandfather’s orders to check if An Yuning and her siblings had returned home and to deliver a message, felt a great sense of relief upon seeing the attitude of the three siblings.

"Oh my god, two whole months on the road—I'm exhausted!" a boy who looked to be only twelve or thirteen muttered, brushing the dust off his clothes.

Old Master Ye and his wife greeted the guests with the air of true hosts. While outsiders were unaware of the hidden details, the couple took every opportunity to show off.

"What?" everyone in the carriage was incredulous, and Wang Junqing in particular let out a roar of disbelief.

"Falling down is fine; didn't you want to die anyway?" Although Lou Shulin said this, he did not push Ye Musheng away.

As An Yuning finished speaking, Gu Changnian’s face was filled with disappointment. However, An Yuning recalled that he had mentioned playing musical instruments, which caught her interest.

Passing through Huayin, they encountered a caravan with banners flying and a large guard, looking quite ostentatious.

"I said get out!" He Yue snorted coldly. Letting them keep their lives was already a mercy; how could there be no punishment?

Man Chong accompanied Guo Jia toward the palace. As they neared the emperor's quarters, they heard sounds of laughter. Guo Jia raised an eyebrow and turned to look at Man Chong, his gaze full of inquiry.

Gu Yan was skeptical but followed instructions anyway. To his surprise, once he tried it, it was like discovering a new world; he became hopelessly addicted.

The protagonist, having been successfully brainwashed, stood up, walked around to Jiang Yizhu, and sat down beside him.

Instead of taking cover, the crowd reveled in the rain, completely ignoring Jiang Feng's dissuasion.

At seven in the morning, I crawled out of bed and began to get ready, hoping to see him in my best possible state.

"Actually, you've been investigating them these past few days, haven't you?" I continued to stroke the damp petals as if nothing were wrong.

After three years of development, the forces of Jinyang had penetrated deep into the Hetao region, gradually taking root there.

If not for the incident with Jiang Juan, Shao Yuheng would have been delighted to see this call. After all, Song Minglu had hung up on him previously, so her calling now left him feeling not at all as he had expected.

This was everyone’s break time; they wouldn't resume work until two in the afternoon.

The punishment from the Clan Court included floggings and whipping, but it did not include exile to the front lines. They would simply be confined, with food and drink provided.

"What? Do you still think it’s someone else?" Four-Eyes rubbed his hands together, crouching down beside Gu Jiu with a lecherous smile.

Meanwhile, the series of killing prompts emitted by the tattoos on the divine jade skull flooded the consciousness of the three members of the "Bomb Decides the Battle" team.

Even if one were to cultivate the Taoist techniques of this world to their peak, upon returning to the main world, all methods except for pure spiritual power would be rendered useless.

The maid, Qing Ge, immediately took out a pre-prepared pouch of rewards and stuffed it into the hands of the head eunuch, who weighed it in his hand, his smile deepening.

The five-hundred-mile iron-wood track, the peaceful and serene living environment, the bustling commercial atmosphere, and the fiery, flourishing martial spirit all left him astonished and feeling it was truly incredible.

This glance acted like a freezing spell, pinning Bai Yutang to the spot. A layer of cold sweat broke out over her entire body, as if she were being stared at by some ferocious beast, and she dared not take another step forward.

Tang Xinyi was stripped down to her undergarments and tied up by He Chenguang on a hospital bed.

Moreover, many situations were different from what they had imagined. If other circumstances arose later, who could say what would happen?

The houses here were simple in design—low, two-story buildings, at most three, with most doors painted black.

On this same stormy night, almost immediately after Lin Shen’an split the tree, a group of people in straw hats and rain capes rushed out into the storm toward East Street.

Everyone was shocked by these words. They scrutinized the young man before them, but no matter how they looked at him, he didn't resemble the body cultivators with exaggerated muscles they had imagined.

At the end of the endless gloom drifted lonely souls. These spirits lacked consciousness and could not harm anyone; they were true wandering ghosts, illuminating the corridor like lanterns. There was no way back; this was a place of ill omen. One could only move forward, whether to heaven or hell.

Qingyan knew, and Gong Heqiu was certain that she knew. For a fleeting moment, he had felt the urge to kill her, but afterward, he couldn't bear to. It was lonely at the top; everyone revered him and fawned over him, but there were few he treated with sincerity. Qingyan was one of them, even if he still had people monitoring her.

Have you ever seen a stone mill in a rural village? Before long, they would be ground into powder, bone and flesh alike, as a sacrifice to heaven. The mechanisms built by the ancients would always be more ingenious than anything modern people could imagine.

Just then, everyone watched in terror as a black mist surged from the passageway—a darkness deeper than the sunless environment itself, exuding a powerful, overbearing force and a tyrannical will that struck fear into their hearts.

In the previously calm hall, four massive figures appeared abruptly, catching Yun Fan and his companions off guard.

"I really haven't touched those women, Qingqing or Lanlan. She tore her own clothes," Jiang Yuanhe said, feeling incredibly aggrieved.

In front of this "altar table" sat an Eight Immortals table and four long wooden benches—essential hardware for rural households in the past, which anyone with a little means would have.

"This is going to be difficult. According to the detector card, this dragon’s spiritual power is exceptionally strong," the figure in the black robe said in a low voice.

"Hey, can you two show some restraint? I still have to go back to the inn!" Huo Xiao had turned away the moment Mu Yang leaned in, interrupting the couple with a complete lack of sentiment.