Chapter 200: The Olive Branch Offered by the Other Side

The next morning, Fang Qingye still went to his grandfather’s nursery to help out; he didn’t receive a call from Shi Jingsheng, but he did get one from Song Dahai.

Song Dahai got straight to the point: “Ye Zi, last night I heard you were eating hotpot with Bai Ou at Herun Dong Xiang Hotpot Restaurant—did Shi Yong go over to cause trouble?”

Fang Qingye was startled. “Huh? How did you find out so fast?”

“One of my friends was eating in the dining hall and saw him. He told me today.”

The invitation card slid lightly across the guard’s handheld scanner, two crisp beeps sounded, the green warning light lit up, and the guard smiled as he returned the card to Chu Yan, then gestured for his two subordinates to open the gate and let them pass.

“Nico is no longer in the Sacred Palace, and the demon tomb behind this mountain is gone too,” said Weini, clad in brocade robes, offering a bitter smile; the drastic changes in just a few days were overwhelming even for the Pope.

Jiang Ruoxi watched Lin Han’s gloomy face. “Pang Jie coming here isn’t necessarily what Leng Yan said,” she said, trying to comfort Lin Han.

A roar suddenly erupted, and two fiercely loyal followers burst from beside Dai Yunfeng, their faces twisted with grief and rage; they leapt forward with swords raised, two cleavers flashing with cold light as they slashed toward Ling Tian’s throat—their flawless coordination revealed seasoned warriors, and their absolute loyalty and ferocity.

The men behind surged forward, surrounding the Zhou father and son, cleavers relentlessly striking their bodies.

Ma Baitao said he had a cousin in the Criminal Investigation Unit—not to boast to Jiang Baige and the others, a point Zheng Dashih saw clearly.

“Why are you coming in? Did I invite you in?” Old Le asked Leng Qiuping, glancing aside.

Xing Fei didn’t know that the Qiankun Batian Scripture he possessed was an anti-heavenly art; what he had unlocked so far was merely its initial power. Once he reached the Chaos Stage, he would truly enter the Diantang of cultivation, gaining the immense power to reshape heaven and earth—the most profound creation scripture in the cosmos.

Yet no one answered Chen Chai in words; instead, all of them raised their swords simultaneously and stabbed toward Lan Ling’er.

Beside him, seeing Yang Zhengtong spit blood, Sun Xingnian and the other two, along with Yang Tianye and Lady Bai, cried out in shock.

Bai Huashi, Level Eight alchemical material; though only Level Eight, its price is extremely high because this stone has a unique property: it can bear the power of various Dao patterns.

Lu DeShuang didn’t think much of it; since they’d stopped the taxi carrying Wu Peici, they were now on a busy street, crowded with people, and given Wu Peici’s status as a celebrity, it wasn’t wise to linger—so he took her back to the hotel.

He noticed the guards all looked dejected, lacking any spirit—even Hu Hansan and Liu Daneng were the same.

This time, it wasn’t a dream—this was truly Xin’er! Qi Qin embraced Bingxin tightly, and the two kissed passionately.

PS: Fortunately, no bones were broken; the doctor said it was soft tissue damage or something, gave me some medicine, but I still can’t sit down—it hurts when I do. Now I can only sit on half my butt while typing. I’m exhausted.

Behind him, Qin Xuan stared in stunned silence at Zhang Bo’s retreating back, his mind churning with shock.

“I said before—you have to help me repair my body,” added the Dragonfly Captain.

“Thank you for helping with my friend’s matter; I may need your assistance again later—please bear with us,” Zhu Ziqing said politely.

An unreasonable man met a stubborn one; Liu Yu increasingly felt bringing Xu Caihua today was the right move. He’d worried she’d cause trouble, but now her disruption had turned things around. Liu Zhao’s stubbornness met its match in someone even more stubborn.