Chapter 72: The Earth Rank Master

The swordlight swallowed the knife light.

Between heaven and earth, only boundless sword qi remained.

This sword strike chilled the heart—its overwhelming primordial true qi was so vast it induced despair.

Since leaving the capital last time, it seemed no time had passed, but Dou Changsheng had endured much: escorting the deposed emperor back to Beiyang, a journey uneventful on the surface yet heart-stopping in truth.

The Ageless Demoness, Jin Sanming, Wang Chongguang.

None of them

Li Na had long regarded Meng Xiaoyan as a friend and didn’t hide this matter from her; besides, Mo Shen planned to live here long-term, so it couldn’t be hidden anyway.

“Luo Li!” Xu Ying called out, surprised that Luo Li had stood up for her this way—if not for her hesitation, she might have already clashed violently with her sister-in-law.

The two vice governors, only now, understood their lord’s far-sighted strategy and profound foresight. Exchanging intelligence was one thing; promptly resolving disputes and preventing conflicts from escalating was even more critical.

In fact, Xue Zhongguang knew nothing of Xiao Hongzhu’s affairs; the “Xiao family disciple” he referred to was merely Xiao Hongyan and Xiao Hongyuan, the brother and sister.

Song Hao did not doubt Yun Xianzi’s words, yet his face bore a touch of emotion as he bent down to pick up the pearl.

“Honey, who were you talking to on the phone? Why did you chat so long?” Mo Shen walked over as soon as the call ended.

“Since my wife is fine, I’m relieved. If Xu Ran has nothing else, return to your hospital—I won’t keep you for dinner.”

In the Former Han, the term broadly referred to consorts of commoner rank and below. In the Current Han, everything was simplified: the emperor’s consorts were reduced in number and rank; the status of Ji became increasingly ambiguous.

Nuanquan Post was named after its warm spring. Its waters were reliably warm year-round, making it a mandatory stop for travelers heading south to Shendu. The surrounding land was entirely converted to military farmland, planted with barley—sufficient for self-sufficiency.

After discovering that the shadow in his mind matched exactly the broken sword in his hand, Ling Aotian could no longer remain calm—could this broken sword be the divine weapon the Lord of Annihilation so desperately sought?

Antonina didn’t know why the man was in the tree, but she was certain he wasn’t targeting her—she’d merely happened to sit here. He hid above, looking down, perfectly positioned to peer down her neckline.

Xue He had already prepared to draw his blade, his aura peaked to its zenith; the star domain he summoned was flawless, attainable only by a Star Gathering cultivator.

Descending the mountain went against his will, but only by descending could he encounter Master Guangdao’s sword intent. After much thought, sword intent mattered more.

Tang Long stared at the jackal’s expression, dazed—he was identical to Hu She, both here for family interests. Then was Hu She’s death connected to him? That was the key.

After several hours of cooperation between detectives and recovery technicians, the corpse was hauled up from the ditch. The ditch was two or three meters deep; transporting the body up the slope was difficult, but it was eventually dragged onto the surface inside a snakeskin bag.

Tang Long studied the scene for a long time before slowly shifting his gaze to the corpse. With no evidence at the scene, he would personally conduct the external examination.

Chi Yang wore a black coat and a black baseball cap, its brim pulled low, obscuring her clear, peach-blossom eyes.

The scene was like this: a large living room, the victim seated on a sofa, head resting on the coffee table, face pressed against it. Blood was on the table’s surface and beneath it. Four sofas surrounded the table, which held fruit, a single ashtray filled with cigarette butts, and several teacups.

“You witnessed a demonic ritual last night?” Mu Er fixed his gaze on Lei Mulin’s eyes and asked sternly.

Clearly, something important was happening here—otherwise, Sun Daoyuan, Zi Yang True Person, and others wouldn’t all be gathered together.