Volume 1, Chapter 32: The Arrogant Fellow Grows Clever

Yang Fengqing was clearly extremely satisfied with Qin Zheng's performance. He pulled a scroll of intelligence directly from his sleeve and said with a chuckle, "This concerns cultivation resources and is classified as highly confidential, but you may take a look."

He Chen remained completely oblivious to all of this. He did not know that a crisis was quietly approaching. He had decisively killed the young man to prevent future trouble, never imagining that the consequences would be the same regardless of whether he killed him or not; in fact, by killing him, the repercussions were far greater.

He Chen had originally intended to charge right in, but he felt it would be better not to alert the enemy. He had no grasp of the strength of the Tyrant's Estate. If he rushed in rashly, not only would he fail to rescue Ding Xiang and her companion, but he would also lose himself in the process, which would be a catastrophic loss.

"It's not a serious injury. Do you have medical supplies with you?" Qi Kexue knew the extent of her own wounds and was naturally unconcerned.

"What do you mean it shouldn't have been so rash? Those people from the town government..." Hu Dade could not help but raise his voice.

"Nonsense, if the old man in my family is up, who dares to stay in bed? They’ve all gone up the mountain. They’ll be down for breakfast shortly. You’d better get ready. Today they are going to the greenhouse area to check on the strawberries," Gao Zhengsheng said hurriedly.

Shuishu’s personality was such that she disliked being restricted; she rarely even liked wearing clothes with tight sleeves. It went without saying that she had never worn a kimono, which perhaps explains why she was not particularly fond of that style of dress.

Generals such as Wang Maide, Juqu Nancheng, Chigan Aili, and Tufa Rutan stood in the front row of the formation, clad in military attire, radiant and full of vigor.

The Hu and Han power brokers who had originally supported Yao Chang in regicide and usurping the throne—men like Yin Xiang, Zhao Yao, Wang Qinlu, Niu Shuang, Di Guang, and Zhang Qian—were even more anxious and terrified, living in constant fear.

"Then today, we shall go and talk to the Li family. If they are willing to take them in, then they shall be entered into that branch of the Li genealogy. If they are not, we shall ask the Liu family what they think," the ancestor said, looking at Liu Yunsan.

He Chen was shocked. He had heard of Sky Outline Steel; the total annual production across all nine provinces was less than a thousand pounds! One can see just how expensive it is. Even if one wanted to buy a sword made of it, it was a priceless treasure that could not be found on the market.

Bao Weiwei knew that the training intensity for boys was only ever higher than theirs, never lower, so seeing Tang Xuanli reduce his rest time just to wait for her naturally made her heart ache.

Half a month passed in the blink of an eye. By the side of the lake, Shen Haoxuan sat cross-legged on the water with a calm expression. Around him, terrifying laws of energy flowed incessantly. Immersed in these formidable forces, he was now able to handle them with ease.

Lei Jianxiu watched as the members of the Lei family threatened him one by one. His body began to tremble violently; especially when he saw the bloodshot eyes of some family members who wished to tear him limb from limb, he was so terrified that he wet his pants.

Sensing this, beads of cold sweat appeared on Yang Ran's forehead. He took a few deep breaths, forcibly suppressed the consumption of true essence within his body, and then gripped his palm slightly.

Amidst the upheaval, Yuan Chengwu and his team suffered heavy blows. Although they had taken precautions against the Hongmen's artillery, distributing their men around the estate grounds and in makeshift fortifications, heavy guards were still stationed around the Li residence, which served as the center point.

Everyone in the mansion believed that Madam Cheng had lost her mind. The cousin had already left the Ma estate for over two months; there was no way she could have cursed the Second Master. Furthermore, the cousin had lived in the mansion for over six years; if she had been capable of casting a curse, it would have happened long ago. Besides, the Second Master had committed suicide—he had done wrong himself; how could that be blamed on the cousin?

Countless thoughts flashed through the mind of the Burmese Prime Minister, nearly causing him to lose his composure and explode on the spot. Fortunately, after suppressing his rage, he vented all his fury upon the prefect kneeling beside him.