Chapter 49: You Call This a Genius?

"Take my life?"

Before Peng Dingtian could respond, Wu Mie had already burst into laughter.

"I don’t know how you managed to fool the guards outside, but if you think we’re as easy to deal with as they are, you’re far too naive."

With the Grand Elder present, Wu Mie had already exercised the utmost restraint...

At first, I was anxious and wondered what tricks Sister Wang had in mind by bringing me out, but to my surprise, she took me to a mobile phone store.

Although Nalan Fan was a great cultivator at the True Immortal level, the puppets before us had all been high-ranking generals of the demon clan in life. The towering puppet leading them was none other than the Lord of the Demon City, whose cultivation was unmatched.

After he finished speaking, Huo Yuanzhen seemed to be in rather good spirits and went straight upstairs, as if he had already forgotten the words he had just used to scold Zhuang Qingqing.

Zhu Fengquan had indeed governed Shu for many years, but all officials were appointed by the imperial court. In this situation, unless Zhu Fengquan truly raised the banner of rebellion, the officials had neither reason nor courage to defy the imperial envoy’s orders.

My father's body was laid out in the main hall. According to our local tradition, the burial could only take place after seven days had passed, because it is said that only on the seventh day does the soul realize it has died, returning home one last time to bid farewell to loved ones before departing forever. A home without father was suffused with grief and sorrow.

"Old man, I appreciate your kindness, and I’ll accept the energy, but as for transcendence, I’m not considering that right now. If there’s nothing else, I’ll be going. Thank you, Polaris, for your selfless dedication. I’ll repay you one day," An Bai said softly.

Meng Xi, breath visible in the cold air, climbed the stairs while fishing a key from his overcoat pocket. Shen Weiwei followed, hands in her pockets, with Wen Yun and Li Yaxin close behind.

This was Huo Silin’s husband, named Zhou Yi’an, a man from a once-prosperous family now fallen on hard times. He had a shifty look about him, and one could only wonder what had won over Huo Silin’s heart. Yet his face was still full of obsequious flattery, which made Huo Lingfeng deeply repulsed.

"If you’re so unwilling to read the signs, don’t blame me for being ruthless," Wang Le said through gritted teeth.

In the City of Chance, any personalized financial service came at a price. For instance, lending two million chips to the Lord of Violence involved the classic nine-out, thirteen-back scheme.

Yet to his surprise, not only was Hua Wanting absent, even Hua Hongguo was out, while the restless Hua Shaolong was uncharacteristically settled, sitting on the living room sofa watching TV.

Everyone nodded. Yuan Hua took up his tools and went to clear the way. Before long, he finished, then turned and waved, saying, "All right, brothers, drive the cars over; the road ahead is clear."

When Li Shimin heard Huang Dehai recount the details, he immediately gave his orders: The Imperial Guards were to dispatch another five hundred cavalrymen to leave the city and search for Princess Jiujiang. The operation was to be under the command of Zhao Yunze, who had already led the pursuit out of the city. In addition, the Ministry of Justice was to send capable officers to interrogate the captured false envoys from the Eastern Isles.

Lin Feng gazed at Mu Wudi; their eyes met. "If I haven’t returned in ten years, you are free, no longer bound by me in any way."

Here, the undead had built three enormous cities. Within each one, a spatial passage had been constructed. Layer upon layer of troops encircled the entire region around the capital.

"Oh, I get it," Yu Wuming’s imagination ran wild. "So this continent is right in the Three Kingdoms era! Just think of all the heroes and generals from the Three Kingdoms back in my world—so many legends, so much glory. The very thought makes my blood surge with excitement."

Zhao Yunze quickly understood what Qin Mo’er meant by saying her days were numbered. She must have been referring to what she’d said before: if they couldn’t escape, once they reached the Turks, he was to seize an opportunity and end her life.