Chapter 42: Speaking Honestly

Su Tang felt as if she had been possessed by some foul spirit!

How humiliating!

Right in front of Li Qingtian, the soldiers, and so many people from the "Fengyun" group—whether she knew them or not—she had actually nestled in a man's arms, sobbing and cursing!

Although she had eventually been wrapped in a cloak and carried into the carriage by him, heading straight for the Prefecture Academy, everyone who should have known already knew, and those who shouldn't have known knew as well.

It was my negligence again. I shouldn't have been carrying my clothes while chatting with the village chief. And the bloodstains in the courtyard last night—I was negligent in forgetting to close the gate. Someone broke in; it seems they might have discovered me. What should I do? If someone asks, how should I answer?

Hearing the sound of many footsteps drawing closer, she no longer lingered. She sealed the main gate, turned, and ran with the five guards toward the side gate.

Young Master An felt a pang of self-reproach. He had been so busy with the civil unrest that he had forgotten to send men to protect his junior sister or inquire about the Cen family. If he had discovered earlier that his junior sister was suffering, he could have spared her some of this hardship.

In practical terms, it meant having a thorough understanding of every node within this intricate and complex formation.

"Young Master Liang, we have discovered a human head on your estate, and we have also located the site where it was buried. Please cooperate with our investigation!" Officer Xiao’s tone was polite on the surface, but his words were severe.

While West Lake was a fine place to visit, on the Dragon Boat Festival it was packed with people; dragon boats covered the water, and firecrackers roared incessantly. For a snake, this was no different from continuous thunder exploding in one's ears, making it easy to develop neurasthenia. It would be better to leave the city and find a secluded, cool cave to sleep soundly.

Only then did Chu Qinglu let out a sigh of relief, for she truly did not want to answer that question.

As for Marshal Huang, his subordinates from the hotel were the first to find him. They pinched his philtrum to wake him, and Marshal Huang groaned and whined, cursing incessantly, threatening that he would not let Tang Yuan, Tang Ran, and the others off the hook.

At this moment, everyone saw a vague, massive shadow emerge from the clouds of dust. It bowed its head, reached out with both claws, scooped up the pile of flesh and blood from the ground, and shoved it into its mouth.

Underneath the covered faceplate, words were spoken in a language we could not comprehend, but the content was roughly as follows.

Even if Meng Qi were willing to go, to repel the Great General of the Heavenly Mandate, he would first need to gain the trust of the commander guarding Xuanchuan Pass. As the former Imperial Preceptor of the Chu Dynasty, his identity dictated that the Ning family would never dare to let him touch military power; after all, they were officials of the Qi Dynasty, living off its stipends.

On his numb arm, the iron brass knuckles cracked; as the medics arrived to carry Chen Long away, the metal shattered and fell silently to the ground.

At this very moment, Chen Yuan suddenly recalled a remark by Murong Zhenyun, which roughly meant that in three months' time, a gathering of the Earth's cultivation world would begin in some secret realm.

"Then, shall we begin now?" Seeing that Lin Yifeng had accepted his suggestion, Qin Kai said to him.

However, it was specifically designed for disciples of the Taiyi Sect to practice alchemy, and there was a set of hand seals and incantations specifically crafted for it.

"Absconding," that is, a patient escaping supervision, is, in a sense, as serious as a criminal breaking out of prison, especially when it involves patients with severe mental illness.

"Bullshit! My General is resting; whoever dares to shout again, I’ll smash their mouth!" Upon hearing this, the soldiers of the Thirteenth Team and the Tiger Guard turned pale. Daring to bark at their General? Zhu Bao immediately cursed loudly, and the soldiers followed suit with a chorus of insults, which, coincidentally, helped them relax a little.

"After the battle in the Great Wilderness, Qianjun and Zhu Jiuyin disappeared without a trace. Could it be that they both suffered heavy injuries and died in combat?" Bai Junye looked toward Ye Han, voicing the doubt in his heart.

She had truly expected Yun Tu to politely decline, never imagining that this person would be so thick-skinned as to accept immediately.