Chapter 55: The Fragrance of Spring

The foreman lowered his head and wrote out the entire list of those involved in the kidnapping. Lin Hui waited until he finished, then took the paper and handed it to Fang Wenxuan. Fang Wenxuan glanced at the list, then looked up at the foreman across from him and asked, “Tell me, among these thirty-five people, who has the most authority? Whose words does everyone listen to?”

“Miao Shen. Aside from myself, everyone here listens to him. He’s particularly righteous and enthusiastic, always eager to help others. Our work is assigned, but when someone can’t finish, even in the middle of the night, he goes to help. Gradually, everyone started calling him Brother Miao, and willingly follows his lead. This time, it was also him who instigated the commotion…”

Eight golden cores, all belonging to the Netherworld Sect, each containing fifteen divine powers—eight cores, a total of one hundred and twenty divine powers. The burly, dark-faced man before him wielded formidable magic; although he seemed merely a creator, his power rivaled that of true immortals. It was unbelievable.

Han Chao swept his gaze across the room and counted carefully: three hundred seventy-two people, each emanating a strong aura, their cultivation realms impossible to discern.

Suddenly, he ceased his brutal beating of Black Ox, recalling his elder brother’s advice to show restraint, not to injure anyone.

She was to participate as an exchange student, learning alongside the faculty of Imperial University for three weeks. To put it plainly, Cai Ziqian was being sent on a business trip—her previous assignment had also been in the capital.

But the ship was filled with soldiers of the Ming army. Liu Guoxuan had barely regained his footing before a tier of Ming troops rushed up, blocking his path.

Dorgon mentioned Su Mo’er; Empress Dowager Xiaozhuang thought the plan feasible, but insisted on first exchanging Lin Yi for Hong Chengchou. Ajige and Oboi discussed the details of the decapitation operation.

He was more confident and eloquent than she, yet at heart, they were of the same kind—both cold and indifferent.

“What are you up to this time? Wasn’t last time enough for you? I’m still aching from my wife’s beating because of your meddling,” Master Qian grumbled, feeling pain all over at the sight of Lady Pei.

At that moment, Yao Yushan had already flown into the valley and was heading his way. After several conversations with Wang Daming, he was mostly convinced of Wang’s identity and had lowered his guard against the scattered puppets he’d encountered.

He was like an infant thrown from swaddling clothes, landing on the cold earth. His first reaction was that the soil was damp; he was underground. Yet the environment was not as dark as expected—on the contrary, it was bright.

Of course, most of the time it was futile. His inner world was resolutely strong; even when he smiled at her, she felt his smile never reached his eyes. Sorrow is a disease that cannot be cured.

“Here again?” In the dream, Lin Mufeng stared at the glowing orb, confusion written all over his face.

Ning Jiang shouted, urging the King’s Seal, wielding his hand as a sword, slashing down. The raging waters before him split in two, rushing aside.

“Hmph! Huang Yuan, your tricks won’t work anymore!” Xuan Yuan Yulong roared, his figure flickering as he swung his mutated dragon claws at the fiery spears. With a sweep, a golden energy dragon claw struck out fiercely, smashing the spears to pieces.

“So powerful… What has happened to this family?” On a shattered planet, Lin Mufeng slowly crawled out, murmuring to himself.

Moreover, he did not conceal anything about his relationship with Zhang Biao and Zhao Yaling, speaking plainly.

Yasang should be able to find her way back, shouldn’t she? Taowu hid behind the large pillar at the corner of the garden, moonlight casting a somber shadow on his face. His straight nose and deep-set eyes revealed silent determination. Soon, footsteps and the sound of skirts brushing the ground could be heard from afar.

The Sea of Chaos was a treacherous domain—acting rashly could bring unpredictable consequences. Therefore, whether Guan Yinghao, the stationed military officer, would cooperate was crucial.

Focused entirely on forming seals, each generation weaker than the last, she hadn’t yet reacted when, to her horror, blood burst from her wrist in a crimson spray.