Chapter 28: A Long-Standing Conspiracy

“Stop right there!”

Night had deepened. Just as Jiang Chen was about to return to his bedroom, Chu Qingcheng walked past the doorway.

A thought flickered through his mind, and he immediately called out, “Where are you going?”

“None of your business!”

Chu Qingcheng turned her head and saw Jiang Chen lounging on the sofa...

As dusk settled, Xue’er entered the outer hall behind Luo Tian, carrying a steaming pot of meat broth.

When had he ever known fear? Blade-covered mountains or seas of fire—Chen Feng had braved them all. And now, to be looked down upon by a mere monkey? How could Chen Feng not rage at that?

Just as the cultivators began to channel their techniques and entered the Tower of Power, the surrounding silver motes suddenly pulsed furiously. One after another, silver-gray lightning blood ants erupted with a sharp, hissing sound, swarming rapidly toward the towering structure.

At that moment, Zhao Ming’s arm shot forward again. With a sudden draw and release of his inner force, both fists exploded with energy, shattering the energy barrier before him in an instant.

The sudden burst of blinding light left both demonic beasts momentarily sightless, but in a flash they recovered. Their furious roars echoed as their copper bell-like eyes scanned the surroundings, finding nothing.

Ghostcry fell to his knees, gazing up at the main hall’s ceiling and crying out, as if questioning himself—yet he truly did not know the answer.

The others’ attacks never ceased. Only Selina’s talismans could temporarily force back the solar-class creature’s enormous body. Jorim and Sakura’s arrows were useless unless they struck its eardrums directly.

Luo Tian’s bloodshot eyes were wide with strain; he had to persist, for fear that any relaxation would result in his body collapsing like a punctured ball. Short sword in hand, he fixed his gaze on Black Wuchang, still struggling against the Glazed Ice Sword.

After cursing, the two men wasted no time trying to refine the pill they’d just swallowed to restore their vital energy. Instead, they simultaneously reached into their robes for another pellet, each tossing a fragrant herbal pill into his mouth before leaping forward.

Ten minutes later, Wang Tian and the others slowly awakened. With the aid of the medicinal pills, Ao Long managed to regain enough strength to move.

“I agree, let’s get out of here quickly! Staying in this village is suffocating!” Zhao Yan chimed in.

The little one awoke halfway, drowsily nestled in Pei Shengye’s arms. But upon reaching the upstairs and seeing the familiar assistants, he perked up instantly, wriggling to be set down and romp about.

For details about Wang Pengcheng’s past, refer back to Chapter 114 if you’ve forgotten.

As for Zhan Rong on the other side, his family was naturally implicated and their assets seized, though the Imperial Guards did not act until the following spring.

The man in Daoist robes circled a great greenstone tomb, his fingers ceaselessly forming calculations, as if divining some secret.

This was why Old Zhu, the fishmonger, dared to threaten him—when haggling failed, he blustered that he could always try his luck with someone else.

Pei Shengye understood: with Shen Ling’s group holding official documents, there was no stopping them. He nodded to the bodyguard, then turned and stepped inside.

Until then, he would do everything in his power to protect his sister and fulfill the promise he’d made to their parents on their deathbed.

Hearing someone call his name, He Yuzhu looked up to see Aunt Zhang, the kitchen cleaner, waving at him.

Liu Mazi also seemed well aware that, in Boss Wang’s eyes, his establishment was a juicy prize—so he constantly kept his guard up.

The Kangba Training Camp only required that the challenged accept the duel; there was no rule obligating the challenger to step onto the ring, nor any fixed time for the match.

“Hmph! Just wait and see how I deal with you!” Zhao Feng raised his hand with a mock-threatening gesture.