Chapter 56: Spreading Rumors

Li Chen was the kingpin of the underground world in Wucheng, a guest elder of the Hall of Yama. His methods were ruthless, merciless in taking lives. His gaze was always cold, like the eyes of the Grim Reaper. Sitting across from him was the richest man in Wucheng, the master of the Hall of Yama, the true wielder of power in the city, and one of the heads of the underground world in Huaxia—the man known as Yama, Ma Jucai.

Warm and gentle, she kept her eyes tightly shut, but instead of the pain she expected from hitting the ground, she was caught in a pair of comforting arms. If someone could save Master Nie, everyone would rejoice; if not, he could easily shift all responsibility away from himself. This prospect was immensely appealing to Yang Zongheng. Though meeting was difficult, it was still possible to witness the power. “Let’s not talk so much now. We should catch up with the group, rest at the mountain top, and see if we can learn anything useful. Hopefully, things will improve after dawn,” said Li Hao as he started the car, driving along the remote mountain road.

The towering figure slowly faded from sight, leaving only a thin, frail silhouette floating horizontally in midair, sparks of electricity flickering across his entire body. His clothes were tattered, and wisps of blue smoke curled from several spots. A flare shot up from the high ground behind Li Hao, illuminating both ends of the highway bridge with glaring brightness. To Li Hao, it was merely a psychological deterrent; his vision needed no enhancement. However, for the armored vehicles parked nearby and the convoy on the opposite side, the flare’s glare left them exposed and heightened their anxiety.

“Taiping, tell me—how did you offend Prince Wei?” The Martial Emperor’s voice was stern, betraying no emotion. Forbidden to approach, Shen Mengxi could only observe from afar. Rong’er was famished, so they hurried toward a nearby tile-roofed inn. Meanwhile, a powerful aura swept over them. Mo Shuang and Mo Li turned to see Li De striking with his palm. When Qin Fei finished speaking, the bystanders were momentarily stunned, then burst into uproarious laughter.

Fang Xuan brandished his jade, enveloping himself and Master Wang within its glow, invincible wherever he went. “Of course! Anyone surnamed Luo, not a trace of Qingfang will remain. You’d best be gone!” The attendant’s face was wrinkled with disdain, as if mingling with Luo Tian any longer would make him a criminal.

The pretty maid’s face was swollen red from the torment of the Red Peach, her eyes narrowed in pain to thin slits.

The others exchanged glances, thinking it unlikely the brother and sister would actually come to blows. Last time, when the demon cultivator was captured, your Purple Tablet emerged to protect you; many senior members of the sect saw it, and a mighty beast’s roar issued from within. There’s another task for you: choose a spot in the city and rebuild the Grand General’s Mansion. But publicly, don’t call it the Grand General’s Mansion; say it’s the Jizhou Envoy’s Residence. After all, I’m not the Grand General now,” Zhang Jie said.

After speaking, Qin Fei walked onto the stage under everyone’s gaze. Chu Yun’s face burned with embarrassment, feeling utterly humiliated—once was bad enough, but her stubbornness had led her to be slapped by reality again.

Seeing Su Lijue’s unwillingness to bow, the emperor was troubled—he was the ruler, after all, and could not easily lower his head to his ministers.

Indeed, all this time, Li Xuanyue had never visited Li Leqi’s dormitory. Although they attended the same school, she always avoided meeting her.

“Madam, please take a seat.” In the main hall, Ning Xi bowed slightly to An Xueyun, deftly serving her a cup of tea.

Yang Zaixing brought Daniu to a towering tree not far from the Five Dragons Temple. Yang glanced at the giant tree, stretched his limbs, and began to climb. In just a few breaths, he disappeared from sight, leaving Daniu worried—he couldn’t climb trees himself.