Chapter 116: A Flick of the Finger Shatters the Sword

Yue Ma was stunned. He stared wide-eyed at Ye Cheng, as if he couldn’t believe this man could say such things.

“Are you trying to get yourself killed, boy?”

Yue Ma was truly enraged. He drew his long sword and aimed it at Ye Cheng’s neck. If Ye Cheng dared to speak another word, he would surely stab him through!

“Damn it...”

Sun Shaozong was utterly speechless, then immediately felt relieved—luckily he hadn’t fled straight away, or else the blame would have fallen squarely on him.

While He Tengjiao and his son were plotting to establish themselves independently in Sichuan, Zhu Hongsan was meeting an important guest outside Changsha city: Du Yinxi, the Hunan Provincial Governor of the Yongli Court.

For Mo Dan and Zhan Tian, more varieties meant greater profits—a mutually beneficial arrangement.

It turned out that last night, when Qian Yiai sent Qian Xi a message saying he wouldn’t return, Mrs. Zhao began to harbor suspicions.

Sun Chengye was about to take the spring imperial examination again this year. If he failed once more, it would be better to rely on the familiar than the new. Having him lead Liu Xianglian was undoubtedly the best choice.

Unexpectedly, the captain in charge of the thousand households didn’t care about that. He stepped forward and kicked the steward, then drew his waist knife and pressed it against the steward’s neck.

Of course, these were merely rumors. The Alchemist King’s Tower was too mysterious; few outsiders even knew it existed. As for this particular tale, only the senior leaders of the four great academies were aware, which was why Feng Li knew about it.

At last, Ye Han jumped into the icy pool. Yet, the moment he entered, the intense cold made him tremble uncontrollably. Helpless, he immediately enveloped himself in the fire of extreme Yang energy.

Before the carriage could stop at the alley entrance, Zhao Wuwei and several constables had already come out to greet them, calling out, “Master! Sir!”

If he had taken the initiative to suggest or bring Xia Jinguo to speak, it would inevitably feel like coercion and might offend Sun Shaozong.

At that moment, Skinny Monkey felt his blood boil, his mind ablaze, unable to think of anything else. Only one thought surged through his mind: he had been cuckolded.

The moonlight had grown clear and dense. A crescent of pure light draped the earth in a silvery glow. The sliver of moon looked as if it wore a thin, pale yellow shawl, concealing its delicate beauty within. Occasionally, the rustling of treetops disturbed the serene moonlight.

A strange, rustling, trembling sound followed—sometimes rapid, sometimes slow, chaotic and rhythmless.

Su Yusheng shook his head and spoke softly, “That unknown force is neither a demon nor an immortal lord. It’s likely a very formidable adversary.” For now, he chose not to reveal his suspicions about Hua Moyun’s identity to Mo Feili. After all, Mo Feili was mortal, and knowing too much about the otherworldly could be harmful to him.

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