Chapter 211: Stir, Stir

The Luoyang Grand Market lay west of the White Horse Temple and had once been the most prosperous commercial district in Luoyang City.

The entire market covered the area of four li-fangs, and the surrounding li-fangs housed skilled artisans.

But after the Heyin Massacre, when nobles and officials were slaughtered, civilians and scholars fled in panic, and the place collapsed at once.

Even the merchants who held on here saw dismal business—there was no demand, physically eliminated.

Li Shuang walked through the Grand Market.

Yang Qianxun glanced at Yue Jing and saw his calm expression; his heart tightened. He then looked at Yang Xiuwu, lying in the hall—awake since being thrown in, yet silent all this time. Now, meeting Yang Qianxun’s gaze, his eyes filled with pleading.

If the true name registry were kept, should someone from the Zhao family ever find this place, they might blame the village—better to prepare in advance.

Firecrackers erupted outside the village committee. Wan Jianshe, Chi Yuanshan, Biaozi, Canyong, and Jiang Xiaoyun all stepped out, and even Ge Huixian, burdened with thoughts, followed. Brilliant fireworks lit up their faces in dazzling colors.

Her cry made everyone turn to her. Sensing the startled stares around her, Su Ruoyun’s face flushed red with embarrassment. Fortunately, her veil concealed her blush; she merely lowered her head, hiding her unnatural expression.

In an instant, countless warhorses slammed into an invisible wall and fell to the ground. Once the horses fell, the riders were doomed—either hacked to pulp or pierced through by spears like sieves.

These crows weren’t afraid of fire—what was going on? Was there truly such a thing as a Golden Crow? I crouched again on the coffin lid, observing the shifting situation.

But he had something to attend to in the morning and didn’t return to the Peach Courtyard; he only came back from the front courtyard after lunch.

Gao Xiyuan thought for a moment, then gave a reminder—though she didn’t wish to see death, if Baihe died, it might give Gao Linhua a chance to escape.

The journey should take only minutes, yet Lin Fei had been gone for three days and still hadn’t returned.

He wore a grave expression as he took the treasure bone. It was ancient, neither quite gold nor jade, its surface smooth, its hardness astonishing—unharmed even in flames of thousands or tens of thousands of degrees Celsius.

In that instant, the many monsters surrounding the research facility seemed to lose something, growing dazed. Even the relentless roaring that had persisted moments before suddenly ceased.

Upon hearing Guangchengzi’s question, Xuan Du Dafa Shi gently shook his head. “It has come to this—we must seal off the Buddhist sect here and stop them from advancing any further.” With that, he pulled out the Taiji Talisman, raised it, and summoned the Two Yi Micro-Dust Array a hundred li beyond the Two Yi Array.

The cork was not wooden in color but deep brown, stained with black marks—the result of wine seeping through over time. Fortunately, the liquid inside remained clear; otherwise, Lan Jue might have suspected the legendary Divine Wine had spoiled.

Lan Jue lay on the sofa until he heard Zhou Qianlin’s breathing grow steady from the inner room. His heart gradually calmed. The longer he stayed with her, the more often he fell into delusion—always feeling she was Hera. And each time, his inner defenses crumbled swiftly.

He glanced at his desk, where two Snake-Browed Bronze Fish rested in a glass case. These were two of the three Snake-Browed Bronze Fish—one held by Feng Han and Chen Shangyan, the other sent to Dr. Kondraki.