Chapter Forty-One: The Zheng Family Case

“I'm here at a friend's request, to pick up something.” Yan Xuan paused to think. “Brother Han, are you familiar with the Zheng family?”

“The Zheng family? Zheng Yongli?”

“Yes.”

“A well-known big shot in the province, influential both in the underworld and the legitimate world, naturally...”

Mu Mu, who had been quietly watching the match from the sidelines, noticed Ye Jin sweating profusely. She blinked and looked at him in confusion.

“Ahem, all spirits above the Nascent Soul stage are confined to their own territories and cannot leave. That's the rule—set by the Flower Fairy, and there's nothing we can do to change it...” The man in grey could only shake his head helplessly, indicating he was unable to help.

“Xi Shi” was direct and dismissive, pointing at Zhuang Hu with disdain. “Him? Let him beat me first.” With that, she rolled up her sleeves, ready to fight. Zhuang Ba, terrified, backed away repeatedly and hid behind Yu Yueyue. He had witnessed Yu Songyuan’s might—Yu Xinhui’s relative—and wouldn’t dare to accept the challenge.

“You must be one of the fragments of the Azure Dragon guarding the Martial Star space.” The man in white glanced indifferently at the human figure shaped by the Azure Dragon.

No sooner had he turned the corner after leaving the school gates than he bumped into a group of streetwise youths who grabbed his bike’s handlebars.

Even though Lone Maple had deceived even him, leaving him anxious and worried, now that Lone Maple was safe and sound, Lone Feather would not pursue the matter further—at most he would grumble a few words.

With a flick of the wrist, a thunderous palm strike landed squarely on the back of the armored beetle. There was a resounding bang; a shockwave echoed from within the creature, and filthy blood gushed forth in thick streams.

The principal arrived punctually with a whole host of high-ranking officers: the Deputy Minister of Military Training from the General Staff, the Minister of Training for the Grand Military District, the Provincial Military Commander, the Political Commissar, and many others. The students stood and applauded as the opening ceremony officially began.

The direct and collateral descendants of the Ye clan exchanged bewildered glances, at a loss for what to do.

Hearing Zhang Yong’s voice, Lu Haifeng turned his head and his expression soured at once. On the screen, He Liuyang and the others were completely unharmed. But the fuse he’d personally hidden on Zhou Jiancheng had been found and cut by He Liuyang.

“That steamed bun is dirty, but these are clean. Want something to eat?” Feng Lin smiled at Tang Ling.

At this moment, both the celestial soldiers and the demon army were cheering on their respective champions.

A deafening crash erupted around the two fighters. At the instant their fists collided, a tremendous force surged from Xie Tian’s fist, coursing through his body. Golden energy burst forth like thunder, violently battering Liu Tao’s massive fist. Under the shock of that immense power, Liu Tao’s tall, imposing figure was hurled through the air.

Besides, that’s the German Führer—the most powerful figure in Germany. Who could possibly stop him? Our own Italian leader, Mussolini, built all sorts of ugly structures to suit his peculiar taste, and no one in the Ministry of Construction dared question him either.

“Only through immersion in immortal arts and Taoist magic can the system’s power be magnified a thousandfold,” Wang Hao said, handing Ouyang Wu a thick ledger.

But now, even an Immortal had stumbled and fallen into the trap. The danger and horror of this place had just skyrocketed.

To put it simply, this fellow is an ambitious schemer with no real capital. His ambitions need something to anchor them and only in turbulent times can they have an effect—but one has to admit, he’s capable and a master of intrigue.

“Xiaoxiao. Brother Bai. Here.” Lian Yuncheng stammered anxiously, unable to get the words out. He knew Murong Feiyang’s prediction had come true. Today, things seemed to be slipping ever further from his control.