Chapter 42: Master Has Disappeared

Lu Fei had not anticipated that Shu Changjiang would plead on Soul Hall's behalf. Soul Hall had provoked him time and again, pushing things to the brink where their destruction was inevitable.

Ordinarily, no amount of intercession would sway him.

But Shu Changjiang was somewhat of an exception, for Soul Hall and Shu Changjiang were already sworn enemies. The plot that had recently ensnared Shu Changjiang bore Soul Hall’s shadow behind it.

Lu Fei said, “Just after your incident, Soul Hall’s people took a group over to Luo Yutian’s place to look for…”

Sima Youming nodded, instructing everyone to go upstairs and pack. The mood was heavy; no one spoke, each returning quietly to their own room.

At the entrance to the courtyard stood a towering wooden sculpture of a spotted deer. Legend had it that Wood Deer Academy was founded when a spotted deer descended from the heavens, bringing a sky ablaze with rosy clouds.

Unfortunately, they did not understand the muskets wielded by the Water and Land Battalion. Believing fifty meters to be a safe distance, they had barely drawn their weapons before shots rang out from the other side. “Bang, bang, bang!” More than thirty people fired, and roughly thirty rioters fell. At such range, the muskets’ accuracy was formidable.

“Perhaps, once that old fellow returns, you can seek him out. He might be willing to give you a little,” said the Lord Shen.

“All right, all right. As long as you don’t intervene, and only observe from the city walls, you won’t need to drink that potion,” Roger reassured Kishara, his face full of helplessness.

Suddenly, a premonition struck me: this person seemed intent on sacrificing the entire ship to uncover the demon seed.

Jiang Chen spoke, and with a thought, the pseudo-pill born of ancient Cangran instantly transformed into a true pill, and all of Jiang Chen’s aura and bearing became that of ancient Cangran.

Upon mounting the stage, the laureate bowed to all sides and announced, “I am Zhu Yan, courtesy name Lihe, honored to offer today’s toast at the poetry gathering. Should my words be lacking, I beg your indulgence.” With that, he paused and bowed once more.

Because the “Divine” stood far above “Mortal,” always gazing down upon the masses, worshipped by thousands and revered by tens of thousands, its position was supremely exalted.

Jiang Chen smiled confidently, and his soul’s aura slowly diffused, manifesting as shimmering azure halos.

What Liu Fang referred to were the components needed to construct a laser fighter jet. Previously, Zhao Leilei had coordinated this with Hu Shaoqing; now, with Zhao Leilei under supervision, Liu Fang had to handle the matter personally.

Zhou Li was also stunned—she never imagined Kang Xing would do something like this. Yet beyond this shock, her greatest fear was that her husband, Kang Yuan, would discover what had happened.

Under the big tree nearby, a black dog was tethered. The dog, once strutting about with pride, retreated to its grassy nest without a single bark upon seeing so many people arrive in the courtyard.

Moments later, under Leox’s guidance, Ying Yue climbed to the mountain’s summit, where he beheld a towering unicorn horn, like a cliff, growing from the serpent’s head.

After coughing twice, Ironbone spoke in a gruff voice: “Our Ten Thousand Hammer Sect currently has one hundred sixty outer disciples and thirty-two inner disciples, ranking second among all sects.”

With that, Mao Xiaoran dashed out of the office, eager to rush to General Huang’s office and report at once.

Ning Chen had slain members of the Chen aristocratic clan; the feud was thus cemented, leaving no possibility of reconciliation.

Originally, having stumbled upon extraordinary luck and acquired the Sevenfold Medicine Body, he had become somewhat conceited.

After exchanging a few more words with Professor Chen, Ying Yue leisurely hung up the phone, letting out a long sigh of relief—the murderous intent that had weighed on his heart dissipated entirely.

Wang Nu stared at his fingers, blood seeping out. He wondered to himself, what on earth had pierced his hand?

She wore a long gown of vibrant red, with pale blue peonies embroidered at the cuffs. Silver threads outlined drifting clouds, while the hem was densely patterned with blue waves and cloud motifs.