Chapter 37

"Not many, enough to equip only three thousand men. As for whether they can be sold to the Northern Wasteland Empire, I can consult with the Heavenly Venerate later. If he agrees, then it will naturally be possible," Wu Tian said with a shrug.

The Thirty-Third Prince’s order was one Qian Xu dared not refuse, for he was the man destined to become the Sect Master of the Soul-Attaching Sect, and he currently held the status of the sect's Young Master.

The demon invasion was a grave matter. If Zhu Lingsuan informed his fellow disciples, even if they still regarded him as an enemy, they would surely investigate and verify it afterward.

The official was in his early forties, with a square face, large ears, and an imposing air. Though he had only four or five attendants with him, his rank was clearly high among the lower-level officials, as evidenced by the way other officials in brocade robes frequently came forward to greet him.

For a newcomer to be called a "God" was bound to attract endless attention and countless challenges. To put it kindly, it could be a way to temper and train oneself; to put it realistically, endless provocations and suppression would lead to one's rapid downfall.

"Your cousin..." Tian Xue frowned as she looked back at her son, Long Linfei. His face, however, remained as calm and indifferent as ever, devoid of any expression.

Seeing Zixia and Qingxia looking unconvinced, Sun Wukong decided to examine their magical artifacts. If he could confirm they were free of demonic or evil aura, he would let them go.

Lin Fei looked out and saw a man of immense stature, his entire body a dark, steely blue, as if forged from iron.

Immediately following this, a chorus of wails and screams like those of tormented ghosts erupted behind Zhao Hao, echoing throughout the drill ground and forcefully drowning out the surrounding clamor.

Senju Tobirama formed his right hand into a blade, his palm suddenly wreathed in energy like the tip of a javelin, and he struck directly at Zhang Ye.

I couldn't help but sigh inwardly. So much for demons or ghosts; it turned out that Qiao San’er had actually eaten the raw meat unknowingly while sleepwalking. No wonder we couldn't find it, and the bailiffs had no leads. If this were to get out, eating raw meat in one's sleep would truly be a rare and bizarre occurrence.

Now that the Mo family was opposing them, Yin Xiu hadn't made a move yet, but if he did, the Mo family would surely be doomed.

***

The fact that someone from the Alchemy Sect could arrive at this time meant, without a doubt, that Qin Liang had tipped them off. He must not yet know that Dan Fengsheng was dead; otherwise, the people from the Alchemy Sect would not have presented their calling cards so courteously.

Mistress Weng was still half-understanding and somewhat confused, but upon hearing Master Weng’s command, she hurried out to find Master Sun.

Long Jing, as if afraid I would continue to pester him and disturb his sleep, slammed the door shut with a loud clatter, nearly hitting me in the nose. I had to rub my nose in chagrin and return to my own quarters to sleep.

Before departing, Wen Tang first made a call to the school. The person in charge there clearly had not expected the president of HK Entertainment to call him personally, and his voice trembled with excitement.

No one in the family believed that Xiao Chen was truly dead—how could he be? He had been perfectly fine just a few days ago. But after hearing the full account from Chen Zhenhong himself, the entire Xiao family finally began to accept the news as reality.

"Your family's high tower?" Master Yuan looked up at it. The tower was brilliantly lit, like a beacon in the night, yet after staring at it for a long time, he could discern no secrets.

I dared not linger in the living room any longer. Ignoring my parents' concern, I hurried toward my bedroom.

"No, no, it's nothing." Qin Cang wasn't quite used to being addressed that way. He waved his hands with a smile.

In truth, it was only natural; since food, clothing, and daily necessities were all readily available, there really wasn't much need to spend money on cotton.

On one hand, he hadn't eaten since noon; on the other, he wanted to use this opportunity to get to know his new neighbor. He couldn't stay home watching the Liuhe Phoenix flowers forever, and there might come a time when he would need to trouble Zhang Xue Ning.

Who could have foreseen that King Li would turn out to be a heartless man, cruelly casting aside his wedded wife for a junior sister of unknown origin?

Jing Haoyu simply did not trust Mo Zidai; he felt she was an unfathomable mystery. To him, such mysteries were useless.

***

"Zidai, there is something I want to ask you, and you must answer me honestly." He Xiao had spent a long time deliberating his phrasing. Now was the perfect moment to ask.

Jing Haoyu had intended to turn and leave, but noticing the slight crease in Mo Zidai’s sleeve, he remembered her claim that she had injured herself while cooking noodles. He took out his finest medicinal powder for wounds to apply it for her.

Si Fangshang was not frightened by He Xiao’s words; instead, he laughed happily. He was eager to know who they really were and why they could remain so composed in yesterday's predicament.

"Sect Master, we have those people firmly in our grasp now. Let us wipe them all out in one fell swoop!" Hu Siqiu clutched his chest. He had nearly lost his life just moments ago, and had it not been for the Sect Master’s intervention, he would have perished. Otherwise, the master of the Husi Sect would have had to be replaced.

"Oh? So you also know how to cherish the fairer sex? Very well, point out which branch you want broken, and I shall do it for you," Xu Chen said, looking at her with amusement.

Unless... unless they did as they had just done: catch the ringleader first. They would have to restrain the scarred man first. But looking at his brawny physique and his aura of natural authority, what chance did they really have?

I always felt that a long time ago, this "great merchant" did everything with her and the children in mind, but later... things changed.

This was the first time she had been so candid with Fu Yue about her attitude, without any resentment, just as it had been back in the days when they were inseparable.

However, Hua Xingcan only toyed with her chopsticks in a symbolic, polite gesture, leaving the whole family with no appetite.

The tea was served. A few black tea leaves floated along the rim of the snow-white cup. There was no steam; it must have already gone cold.