Chapter 483: Modern Development, Since Ancient Times

The Xuanwei Realm simmered with hidden turmoil, while the modern world grew increasingly peaceful.

It was autumn again in Hongshan.

Zheng Fa strolled through the woods behind the nursing home, accompanied by Tang Lingwumin.

A few steps behind, Bai Lao and Tian Laoshi walked side by side.

The forest brimmed with the bleakness of autumn.

Beneath their feet, broad, withered leaves rustled softly; the autumn wind slicing through the branches struck Zheng Fa’s face, bringing a steady chill.

The mountain path was treacherous, but all of them were cultivators.

Li Zicheng could not rest easy until he saw Chongzhen’s blood edict; if he learned that Chongzhen’s blood edict had fallen into Zhang Biwu’s hands, he would kill Zhang Biwu.

“Then there’s nothing left to discuss,” Feng Yufei said, not even glancing at the food. She rose and returned to her bedroom, slumping onto the low couch, propping her chin as she stared blankly into space, lost in thought.

She instinctively retreated toward the Sphinx; as long as she kept her back protected, she could use her twin pistols to repel any attack from any direction, so she chose the Sphinx as her anchor.

Wang Yun nodded. Only during this period did he understand why The Da Vinci Code had caused such a sensation: Sherlock Holmes had never appeared, the world lacked proper understanding or definition of suspense, and there was not a single true suspense detective novel.

Several other prominent families wanted to intervene, but Huo San Shao had seized the initiative; the rest held back, watching.

Mencius’s mother moved three times merely to find a better environment and neighbors, so that Mencius could become the revered Sub-Sage revered for millennia.

Qianqian’s mother, who had just fired off a barrage of questions, was suddenly slapped hard across the face by the head of the household.

In the flesh-earth’s consciousness sea, the Black Stone Tower and the Ganlu Cauldron lay buried beneath the writhing starlight flesh-earth; as the starlight flesh-earth pulsed, the power of the two supreme treasures was likewise squeezed out.

Yet everyone could see that although the young man had turned his gaze elsewhere, his eyes still burned with terrifying rage. His shoulders trembled slightly—he was clearly struggling to suppress his fury.

No one was foolish enough to haul their silver vaults on carts, nor did anyone try to carry away their valuable furniture. Even the tall, showy horses that might attract martial artists’ attention were abandoned in the stables; the wealthy families took at most a single donkey for their elders to ride.

Ximen Jingtang merely pushed open the window a crack, saw that the scene was unchanged from recent days, and that the assassin Li Tuo still had not arrived; he slammed the window shut again.

I can’t guarantee he won’t wake up at night and kill me. Keeping the curved blade beside me is safer.

I laid out the inner elixirs of the Four Spirits and the three stars on the table. After inspecting them, Shen Suan nodded in satisfaction.

Chen Fei knew this matter would be hard to resolve; it was better to face one than seven. Suddenly, Chen Fei smiled at Chen Jianlong. Chen Jianlong was puzzled by the smile—what did it mean? Was he scared?

A brand-new Harley-Davidson motorcycle weaved through the streets of CD, chased by over a dozen police cars; the lead police vehicle blared its siren, and a voice boomed from the loudspeaker: “Stop your vehicle immediately, or face the consequences.”

There once existed a race—vampires, the Night Clan—that, despite its existence, was never recorded in history. Legends say that when this record was written, the clan had already been extinguished.

The national team players shot hostile glances at Cao Cao; his words sounded as casual as picking turnips at the market—choosing whoever caught his eye.

Yet the Ministry of Justice held countless prisoners; after a month in the dungeon, the footsteps had grown dull to them. Whatever concerned them was nothing more than being dragged out for a beating and forced to press fingerprints.