Chapter 563: Maintain Neutrality

Liu Xiaolou thanked him, met Bo Buping in the dense forest, and returned together to Tianxi Cliff to see Ba Tianyou. Liu Xiaolou asked: “Brother Ba, be honest with me—how badly did you lose when you fought them before?”

Ba Tianyou paused for a long while, then admitted: “We lost all three matches.”

Liu Xiaolou pressed: “What were the casualties? Don’t try to fool me with that trivial wound of Cai Song—you have to tell me the truth!”

Ba Tianyou countered: “

This beast box was the cheapest paulownia beast box the shop clerk had recommended to them; Yu Feng had spent days haggling at that shop in Dalan. The clerk originally refused to lower the price, but after relentless pleading, finally agreed to sell it for five thousand two hundred Lubei.

Zhang Fan, known for his quiet and reserved nature, never expected such a stir in Shennong Hall—but this was fine. The commotion would flush out the two assassins hiding in Shennong Hall who planned to ambush him.

Wei’er, Wei’er, from now on we’ll never, never be apart again—that’s a promise you made me with your own lips.

After waiting over an hour more, no one from Shennong Hall appeared. The crowd in the square grew impatient; several men turned back the way they came, seemingly to seek out Shennong Hall’s people for answers.

City, puppet dolls, tower, coffin within coffin—these key terms flashed through Hu Shuntang’s mind. They couldn’t have appeared together; there must be an order: did the coffin within coffin come first? Then the tower? Was the city built around the tower? Then were the puppet dolls placed within the city?

The day before, He Xing ordered a search, mobilizing ten thousand troops: four thousand inside the city, six thousand outside. The force he personally led to Keyin Village was precisely those six thousand outside. He planned to scour every inch of the area around Keyin if he found nothing.

Without Yanwang Blade, drinking Laoyin Wine means certain death… the puppet monster corpse turning to rot had already proven it.

Long Kun had trained these sky warriors—all of them cultivated thunder-affinity battle qi, each wielding long spears and skilled in the Long family’s Tyrant Spear techniques.

Leaving the woods, they finally saw the demonic clan members who had taken human form. Each bowed respectfully to Nie Yaowang and eyed Zhang Fan with curiosity, constantly glancing at him along the way.

Now, on the former grounds of Jiangshan Machinery Factory, the factory’s original workers were called locals.

The people upstairs and those fighting below were stunned, as if they hadn’t expected anyone to possess such an unusual ability.

The old bachelor, hearing Qin Nanling’s boastful but hollow words, immediately countered with blunt realism.

Liu Wancheng said coldly: “You’re not mistaken—I’m Chinese.” Watching her adjust the price, he turned and walked upstairs.

In his view, if he used Chinese medicine, his injury could be fully healed for no more than two hundred silver coins—but Western medicine cost over five times as much, a blatant rip-off.

Bai Ling knew Bai Mu was warning her not to get too deeply involved, but she herself didn’t yet know the depth of her feelings for Mingyin. She still wanted to fight for it, especially now that Mingyin was considering staying.

“So it’s true—you’re also from the Dragon Guard Team One. But Uncle, I didn’t know you wanted me to spare Du. Don’t worry—I won’t harm Du. Let’s just start the match.” Xia Yu glanced between Xia Yu and Du—they really did look alike.

Old Xu refused to accept it. He was already old and slept little; being jolted awake in the middle of the night left him unable to sleep the rest of it. He screamed in rage, demanding to bar the door and keep them out.

But the Beijing market holds enormous potential; opening just a few shops won’t be enough, so he’ll continue scouting locations elsewhere.