Chapter 65: The Situation Takes a Turn for the Worse

The next day, at Jianghai International Airport.

As the plane landed and after waiting for a while, Jiang Chen finally saw Ye Changqing and Ye Wan’er emerge at the airport entrance.

“Just the two of you?” Jiang Chen asked, somewhat surprised. He glanced behind Ye Changqing, and after confirming there was no one else, he couldn’t help but say, “What if the Long family discovers your return…”

At this moment, though his own people were being restrained by those special forces members, Nigano simply didn’t believe that Zhao Tiezhu dared do anything to him. Even if Zhao Tiezhu truly found the nerve to kill him, Zhao Tiezhu could forget about leaving here alive.

“Qinghan, this isn’t true, don’t believe it. I really didn’t do such a thing…” As Mo You spoke, her face grew increasingly pale. She had merely missed a payment for a day, yet the other side had chosen to go this far.

When Guan Jinlin mentioned Kan Dali, she particularly emphasized his Iron Sand Palm, and said if these forces weren’t enough, they could borrow some Green Gang brothers from Boss Du Yuesheng.

As everyone knew, working under Chiang Kai-shek meant you had to follow the leader’s will just like Dai Li—comprehend his efforts, and only by being a loyal, obedient servant could you expect any reward.

The old man gave a dry laugh; he certainly didn’t have such an extraordinary grandson. Even he couldn’t see through this person—clearly no ordinary man, and very likely of higher cultivation than himself.

In no time at all, she touched me until my whole body was aflame. I glanced once more at Zhu Ling and Bai He, both with their backs to me, feeling a bit hesitant.

At some unknown moment, Ye Chen’s gaze brightened, and as far as the eye could see, there was a pure land before him, bathed in Buddha’s light and resonating with the sound of a great bell.

Yet, just as that sword was about to pierce through the disciple, two slender, fair fingers appeared out of nowhere and, with uncanny precision, caught the Chixiao Sword. With a gentle flick, Ye Chen was forced a step back.

“What?” Su Ranran didn’t quite understand what Su Qinghan meant for a moment—she only knew she could not return to the Su family, and had to go somewhere else.

“I can’t let go, but I’m even less willing to give up my career. Grandfather, I know you don’t believe me, but this is my choice.” Chen Yanxi’s words were stubborn—she wouldn’t admit the truth even if it killed her.

I was quite pleased with myself. Entering the ancient Loulan kingdom this time, though I faced mortal danger on several occasions, I made it through safely in the end. The Ice Fairy ate the ginseng fruit, completely cured her internal cold affliction, and her strength greatly increased—she’s now even stronger than I am.

At that moment, I noticed Huang Dong’s soul trembling violently. His entire body seemed wrapped in lightning, shimmering with brilliance, enduring immense pain and letting out muffled cries.

Night had fallen, and in the freezing cold of this abandoned construction site, the atmosphere conjured by the steel and concrete always made one think—if a murder happened here, the body could easily be dismembered and walled up, never to be found.

“Now that you know you were wrong, you should know what to do, shouldn’t you?” Shangguan Lingjue asked with a calm, otherworldly air.

I caught the resentful glare of the Ice Fairy. Realizing my own impropriety, I quickly averted my eyes elsewhere to ease the awkwardness.

It was said that Bai Zhuohan’s father didn’t even have the desire to hurt her; he was like some lecherous libertine with a seven-second memory. He probably couldn’t even remember his wife’s name.

I couldn’t follow Koji Yano and could only wait anxiously for him near the Royal Museum of Japan.

That time, even the city police got involved. Originally, it was supposed to be a heavy sentence, but after a lot of money changed hands, the story changed to the man having an epileptic fit and falling into the oil pan himself, so he only got a few years in prison.

Staring blankly into the mirror for a long time, Bai Zhuohan lifted a lock of hair from the left side of his head with his fingers.

This person wasn’t a cultivator; there was an energy fluctuation in him, but not pure spiritual power—he was clearly not of the immortal path.

Han Yue Zhenjun’s voice was raspy, yet incomparably melodious. Zhenren Wenhua and Yan Jin stood frozen in place, their lips trembling violently.