Chapter 150: Making More Trouble for Me

In the dead of night, the moon cast a dim, ghostly white glow over the sky as the group gathered in a secluded corner to speak.

They were now only one street away from the Third Prince’s estate. Watching Kang Qi gallop off to return in haste, Zun You said, "You may all rise."

Seeing that Zun You was not angry and had even agreed to his proposal, Wen Yueqing felt a surge of joy in his heart.

"Brother Wen, there is one more matter I must entrust to you," Zun You said, looking at Wen Yuezhe with an extremely courteous tone.

"I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare, Third..."

As the only high-agility archer in the party, Xia Er saw the massive fireball hurtling toward her and leaped up to dodge the attack. However, the One-Eyed Wolf King jumped at the same moment, its sharp claws instantly sinking into Xia Er’s shoulder. With a muffled groan of pain, she fell from mid-air.

"Sister... we have finally escaped the White estate. It’s wonderful... I feel like I can even breathe more easily here!" Having just recovered from his injuries, Bai Muchen stretched his limbs, looking refreshed and revitalized.

Opening her phone, Nika saw a multimedia message sitting in her otherwise empty inbox. She recalled how Shen Chen had asked for her number before he left; could he have actually sent her a cliché Christmas greeting?

"What legend? Tell me about it." Ji truly knew nothing of these legends, and besides, there was no guarantee they referred to her—after all, human imagination knows no bounds.

Even Zhang Aijia could not help but cast a suspicious glance at Yu Weixing. There was no special meaning behind it, merely a clear assessment, yet Yu Weixing felt his face flush.

"Brother Jian, so that’s where you went looking for people? You went without asking a single thing? Hahaha!" The Fairy of Snowy Night turned her head and laughed heartlessly at the Immortal of the Flying Sword.

"Let’s go, we’re heading out." The Dark Moon Elf tugged at the Bright Moon Elf, pulling her from their hiding spot toward the four people currently in a standoff. In truth, their attributes and equipment were nearly identical, but the Bright Moon Elf was too timid to muster much strength, leaving her no choice but to be dragged along by the Dark Moon Elf.

Bang! The glass coffee table in front of me suddenly shattered into pieces, clattering to the floor. When I turned back in shock, I saw Wei standing up, her eyes blazing with rage, blood dripping from her hands.

The legendary "Divine Needle Zhang," dressed in a gray robe, suddenly stood up, tilted his head, and asked with a blank expression.

Gong Yixuan said, "I was just about to pay you a visit. Since you are here, let us go together." With that, he wrapped a large hand around Fu Yunxi’s waist, and they left the Xianshu Palace together.

He let out a sharp scream and stumbled back seven or eight meters, finally landing on the ground in an ungainly heap.

And so, on that day, Director Wei received a phone call from Hong Yanwu; it sounded as if he had been struck by yet another stroke of incredible luck.

As for the Bright Moon Pearl, it must not under any circumstances be traced back to the Zhang family, for that would be an absolute catastrophe.

The Young Master had originally intended to join forces with Watchful Starry Night and Old Zhang to create a virtual planet. However, whether in the War of Evil or the Strife of the Demon Abyss, Watchful Starry Night always took the lead, and now that Old Zhang had stopped mentioning the project entirely, the Young Master felt too embarrassed to ask for a share.

So that was it. No wonder—we had been traveling through the night, and before we could even rest our feet, we were being ordered to go to that graveyard.

Kuang Dazhi had been captured, and it would take two thousand taels of silver to ransom him. To Kuang Tianwei, this news was nothing short of a thunderbolt from a clear sky.

This showed how desperate he was for the throne, perhaps even suggesting that his claim was illegitimate or obtained through foul play. For in a normal succession, one would not forgo the three-year mourning period; this indicates that Emperor Mang had to take the throne immediately, or else he might have lost it. He made Laoqiu his capital.

Zhang Lu’s method of extermination was appalling. Yet, the White Horse rebels had sacked provinces and prefectures, leaving tens of thousands of victims in their wake. How could they expect to simply surrender and be done with it? There is no such thing in this world. Moreover, with the Southern Xiongnu as a cautionary tale, the White Horse faction dared not surrender. Thus, Zhang Lu’s enslavement of the Qiang people and his bloodbath in the Northwest were merely the natural outcome.