Volume 1, Chapter 24: My Name is Nezha, and I Am Guilty

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The sentries guarding the South Gate of Xianyang watched the flames flickering miles away, accompanied by the faint sounds of revelry, and could not help but feel a mixture of envy and jealousy. While the Zhao army feasted through the night outside the city walls, the guards were facing rations cuts due to food shortages.

Qin Zhou cheerfully accepted the badge and paid the gold coins. The auction house allowed for direct transfers, making payment convenient.

Stunned, Situ Fei could hardly believe his ears. He immediately summoned the official in charge of intelligence, and after questioning, the veracity of Tian Yu’s report was confirmed. Furthermore, the situation was even more dire: the eighty thousand soldiers of the Luo army were all equipped with armor and weaponry purchased from the Zhao army.

It took me quite a while to recover; my previously frozen brain finally regained the ability to think.

*Tap, tap, tap.* The sound of Yang Guange’s high heels and Gao Leng’s leather shoes echoed from afar. As soon as they appeared around the corner, the members of the East Gang bowed slightly, waiting for Gao Leng to approach.

Yet, as the saying goes, what you fear most often happens. The Third Young Lady did not stop; she marched straight toward me.

Early the next morning, in a hazy state, Lin Feng felt something poking him. He opened his sleep-heavy eyes to see Shen Mengqi holding a tree branch, poking his quilt from a distance.

“It’s fine, I’m not afraid of danger!” Lin Feng had built his success from nothing; he preferred having no one to constrain him.

“You dare to seize the people of the Immortal Master? You will meet a miserable end, and your entire families will be wiped out!” At that moment, the disheveled old man who had guided Lin Feng earlier appeared, covered in blood. His legs had been severed clean off, and his lower body was a gruesome, mangled mess of flesh.

However, it was the two cultivators behind him, with their ink-black faces and deathly aura, that caught Yu Chen’s attention. It was clear they had been heavily eroded by ghost qi, which threatened to invade their dantian and meridians at any moment, driving them to madness.

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“Crack… crack…” The sound of snapping echoed, causing Xiao Yan’s pupils to contract, fearing that Xiao Peng might be injured. But when he saw clearly, he let out a sigh of relief. Although the Silver Wolf’s ice spikes were long, they lacked the durability of Xiao Peng’s solid bone spurs. It was only natural that the ice spikes could not withstand the immense impact during the collision and shattered.

He dared to let his guards disarm and submit because this was the capital of the Xie Dynasty—it was the world of the Xie family.

Ye Chengzhi gently caressed her face. As his fingers touched her skin, a chill instantly darted from his fingertips into his heart. It was cold, a biting, metallic coldness.

Xiao Yan marveled to himself. The old man did not seem to be lying; he had indeed fallen into a coma after being attacked by the blue-eyed walking corpse. Those creatures were not benevolent and would surely have used their deadliest moves against them. Yet, how had this frail old man managed to bring them to this thatched cottage and tend to their wounds?

At the Governor’s office, Dou Zhun had, as expected, secured the position of Governor. The imperial decree had been issued, authorizing him to act with full discretion in coordinating the establishment of the Ningbo Maritime Trade Office.

His sudden, inexplicable remark left her utterly bewildered. Thinking of how he had come specifically to bring her medicine, only for her to vent her temper on him, she suddenly felt a pang of guilt.

The clerk curiously sized up the handsome man before her. With his black hair and dark eyes, he possessed a mysterious, almost bewitching Eastern beauty. From his attire to his features and posture, he was impeccable—a perfect catch.

He had always kept to his place, never asking Xie Mao for anything. If Xie Mao gave him something, he would thank him and accept it; if not, he would never cast a second glance—even when Kai Kai begged him several times, he remained steadfast in his refusal.

Shi Cong, twenty-four years old, did not have the most impressive resume. However, his appearance bore a two-tenths resemblance to the original likeness of Yi Feishi.

Qin Fengyi had not exactly been roughing it on his journey, but it had been tiring nonetheless. With the help of his attendants, he removed his armor, changed into casual robes, and rested on the daybed.

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An Changpu and Qin Ruonan sat down and studied the man before them. He matched the physical description provided by others and their own investigations perfectly—he was indeed Tan Heming.

Yu Qing suddenly felt a chill run through his body. This was a trap, and the irony was that this trap had been set within the very trap they had laid themselves.

The ghost cultivator’s cultivation level was similar to Xing Di’s. Their battle was earth-shattering, stirring unrest among both gods and demons.

Thinking of this, Su Qianling’s gaze deepened, and a complex emotion welled up in her heart. She only hoped that her mother was not that kind of person.

Only a few days had passed, and Cao Xin’s memory was still fresh. According to him, Yue Zheng was convinced that his father had died for his sake and that the Mu Chu Gang had perished because of him. If not for the Cao family and Jiang Hanchu holding him back, Yue Zheng would have gone to fight Jiang Yunyang and the others to the death right then and there.

Zhen Niang felt a bit puzzled. Logically, if the Ugly Old Woman was not dead, the Luo family should not have found a body. How could they report the matter to the magistrate without a corpse?

“Very well, I will discuss a matter with your mother,” the Han Li woman said, her expression a mix of excitement and something rather strange.

Tang Minglang glanced at his phone screen. It was a call from Tao Yuhang. It seemed he already knew that Tao Yuhang had gone missing.