Chapter 21: It Was Him, The Secret of Master Zhang Duo

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Zhao Xicheng stood frozen, initially feeling a bit embarrassed upon hearing Qin Feng’s words, but then subtly straightened his back in front of his wife. He held considerable prestige in the village and ranked high within the Zhao clan. Yet, once behind closed doors at home, especially before Zhang Xiumei, there was no room for him to flaunt any authority. Zhang Xiumei, with her fierce nature, tolerated his demeanor outside but showed him no respect at home. Now, hearing this... Gong Qianqian shook her head: “It’s nothing!” To be precise... she was actually grateful that Xia Fangyuan had left early today and lost her phone. “How did you break my spell?” the shadowy Taoist’s face changed, revealing shock; he couldn’t fathom how his poisonous mist was blocked by such a simple, solid hand. Back to Gao Ming, many employees at the company believed the group was on the brink of earth-shattering changes, yet he sat in his office sipping tea and reading the newspaper, utterly at ease. If Meng Nanjun’s guess was correct, the box Zhou Xu gave Zhou Jing likely contained poisonous insects intended to silence Zhou Jing. Unfortunately, Zhou Jing, eager for quick money, didn’t even glance inside and immediately took it to the pawnshop for cash, causing misery for the pawnbroker and several others. “Damn it, Boss Wan, can you just say it all at once? I bought ten thousand shares!” Zhang Tao was furious. Taking a deep breath, Lin Feng struggled to calm his restless mind, clearing his thoughts and trying to steady his brothers. I have little regard for this kind of rule; on Earth, society values democracy and equality, regardless of wealth or status, everyone is equal and free. Wang Ping also thought Gao Ming was showing off too much; she tugged Qin Xiangxiang’s sleeve, shaking her head to signal not to believe him or make a fool of themselves—that would be utterly embarrassing. Watching Xia Fangyuan bite her lip tightly from the side, Gong Shaoxie knew she was genuinely angry. “Who did we misjudge? That wooden-headed one—his strategic planning and vigilance are strong indeed. Our schemes last night didn’t succeed,” Iron Face nodded and asked.

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Zhusha and his two companions strode into the “Starlight Retreat,” immediately drawing glances from nearby onlookers. Wuteng Ye, from the prestigious Wuteng family of the Eastern Kingdom, held a status equivalent to the four great families of the Greater Xia nation. However, Jia Zhengjin’s orders were absolute; he had no choice but to obey the city lord’s command, carefully registering all the lizardmen’s information inside the tent with trembling caution. “Brother Tang, there’s no need to guess anymore—I am a disciple of Quanying Sect,” Zhusha quickly explained his background. Two large demon clan men carried a gleaming bamboo pole adorned with countless emerald green leaves that swayed in the wind, producing a wind-chime-like sound. “Haha, how strange—why are our camp curtains hung on those two willow trees? And there’s evidence of a fire pit. I wonder what happened here,” one of them remarked. Zhong Liang was no ordinary man; if he lost his temper, he wouldn’t hesitate to strike even his own kin, let alone a cousin. As these out-of-body experts launched their assault, strong warriors from the Ito family also surged upward in the air, unleashing various ninja techniques to intercept them. Resting in the wilderness left Tina uneasy; even within a city full of watchtowers, she seldom dared to roam at night. Anthony Van Diemen had hired mule and carriage teams and guides in the capital. Under the escort of a squad of embroidered guards, they traveled westward along the Jingxi post road, half paved with concrete, heading toward Juyong Pass. Nami gritted her teeth, watching as she crouched suddenly to flip open a hidden hatch in the grass, blocking a cloud thrown toward them. Once the cloud dissipated, Nami and her companions had vanished, leaving behind only an orange, gourd-shaped secret door. Mu Mengmiao noticed Xue Hao deep in thought, staring intently; his sword-like brows, starry eyes, and prominent nose made him more than just a handsome youth—he was quite striking. Lu Tian’s voice carried a powerful mental storm. Qingyue and the others furrowed their brows, spitting out black blood, their gazes clearing. “Ma Dan, could it be you’re stunned by my charm?” the Bald Ox Patriarch rubbed his shiny head. Earlier, Captain Antonio, who had been furiously raging atop the city walls, vanished along with the tower after a tremendous explosion, swallowed by heaps of rubble.

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Following Brook’s soul as it drifted around, they came to a dead end at the corridor’s end. Yet, a certain soul flame murmured, “Just behind this wall,” and effortlessly passed through it. The urgent matter was to properly arrange the funeral for Old Master Liu. Death is paramount; since he had accepted Liu’s last wish to entrust him, it was Lu Yu’s responsibility. Lin rubbed his temple, still feeling ashamed. But upon calming down, he only felt deeper humiliation. It must be said, every word Yun Yun later spoke was precise and true. “A man? Oh my god! You’re actually the legendary man!” Diana was incredulous as she stepped forward to scrutinize Yuan Ying, observing him meticulously from head to toe without missing a single detail. “First, take Wu Yuan home.” Gu Yi had intended to report to Gu Jincheng but swallowed his words upon hearing Gu Jincheng’s remark, urging the carriage toward Wu Yuan’s residence. “We must seize Flower City before its wings are fully grown,” Bei Cangqiong vowed silently. The Northern Empress gazed at the somewhat awkward yet deeply cosmic characters spelling “Flower City,” her eyes filled with confusion. Everyone wondered how Ye Feng’s utterly ordinary sword strike had caused Ba Fenghan to cease attacking and switch to defense. Her fate was tumultuous, marked by life and death experiences—from a phantom existence to a true birth in this world. From Simengtian to Jimengtian, and finally Junmengtian, each surname reflected a chapter in her life story. Hua Shan smiled, though her heart ached more deeply, warm tears spilling from her eyes and dropping to the ground. Knowing he was alone and outmatched, he still intended to fight to the death to uphold his honor and that of his family, refusing to retreat even a single step. At this moment, Wang Si carefully surveyed the surroundings, promptly noting the intensity of gunfire from the puppet army. He hoped Captain Yang and his team could provide more clues to help them find what they sought. Tang Yu outright vetoed it—he couldn’t indulge Qiao Xia in her eating habits; her emaciation was due to poor nutrition. These days, she had to stay home and recuperate properly.