Chapter 873: Welcome Home (1)

Lin Moxue naturally knew Chu Feng wasn’t lying to her—she said that only because she was anxious, wishing she could return to Yanjing tomorrow to find out what had happened.

The past was past; now she worried that the Su family’s estate had been sold and all servants dismissed—whom could she turn to for answers?

“It’s like this,” Liu Mang now revealed the fate of General Wu: “While investigating General Wu’s whereabouts, we learned from the Haote City Police Bureau that General Wu has already been killed.” After all, disappearance and death were two entirely different things.

Chu Feng nodded, gestured with both hands, and the Xiangsi Blade responded instantly, hovering midair.

Sparks flew as Wu Shuang Sword was seized by Feng Xiaoxiao’s jade hand, sending out a trail of sparks. The sword rang out, its blade radiating light. The Taiji Divine Diagram snapped into solid form in midair; Wei Dingtian let out a roar and pointed a finger at the diagram.

Another evening came; after eating alone, she finally couldn’t hold back and pulled out her phone to call Su Chengying.

Qi Cai slapped his forehead, realizing he’d overlooked the innate talent of those around him. Instantly, under his control, the mother insect Lüluo appeared beside him.

This was true, down-to-earth—he’d heard so many flatteries his ears had grown calluses; this was the first time he’d heard something like this.

Now, recalling the functions and effects of these medicines, Er Dan’s forehead broke into sweat.

Two beams of black light shot from Wei Dingtian’s eyes—he still held on. He didn’t want to become a killing tool for the Evil Emperor, didn’t want to become someone like Fu Hongsheng.

He decided to attend tomorrow’s tea ceremony; if he could obtain the Spirit Source Fruit, all the better—if not, observing the talents of this region would still be a worthwhile choice.

Then, the stationary allies erupted in two thunderous explosions—blinding light and deafening noise filled the air. All cultivators within the blast radius collapsed, clutching their heads, unharmed but unable to rise, writhing and moaning on the ground.

Hearing this, Ivan waved his hand, cutting him off: “This isn’t your fault!” With that, his body trembled as he chased after Mo Yan.

Though she could drive, her current identity had no driver’s license—better to wait patiently here for her brothers to pick her up than get caught by police on the road.

With a crack of exploding snow, the massive body of the Snow Desert Scorpion was kicked straight back ten zhang.

Think about what level of teams made it to Tokyo’s semifinals—then you can gauge the strength of Jiuchong High School.

The old general is probably too overwhelmed to speak, pretending to be stoic—didn’t you see his fingers tapping incessantly on his thigh?

He refused to say anything else, claiming, “I’m afraid those filthy things would taint her ears.”

Just imagining Lu Xuantian’s furious reaction upon seeing the public notice, Guo Fuyong couldn’t help but feel smug.

If Ling Ming successfully ascends to Spirit King, then his backup plan will naturally be useless—but if things remain as they are now, Ling Ming’s backup plan will undoubtedly play a crucial role.

As soon as Feng Dezhi saw Liu Baotian and then the many important figures at the table, he knew this banquet was meant to target him—but it seemed Liu Baotian hadn’t had time to file a complaint yet, and he’d arrived himself.

“Maybe the villagers here are just unfriendly,” He Yang said. “This is the west—it’s naturally different from eastern cities; customs vary, so it’s understandable.”

In contrast, he’d only eaten one day, yet his belly was swollen beyond reason—tomorrow he’d surely gain more weight.

“Why must we seek my master instead of Uncle Gou?” Bai Qiushui interjected, still pouting at Xu Mu.

Wang Tianyun and the others had left markers, and they’d already agreed with Kuiwu beforehand.

The livestream had tens of thousands of viewers—even if only one percent knew, it would be enough.

Yang Tian had barely stepped into the shade when his phone rang—he had no choice but to answer.

As host, Governor Yang naturally hosted a banquet; Lu Bu, as Inspector of Qingzhou, and Liu Bei, as Governor of Pingyuan, were in a superior-subordinate relationship.

He Yang plopped down on the ground, only then feeling a wave of exhaustion wash over him—he collapsed and fell into a deep, snoring sleep.

Especially the fingers resting on the hairdryer and in her hair—long, straight, pale, with distinct knuckles.

A slap isn’t much, but once delivered, its effect is extraordinary—it doesn’t just crush Gao Menhu’s spirit, but Gao Menhu and Zhang Nanshan’s combined resolve.

One man, around forty, yawned and grumbled in frustration. He carried a shoulder pole, with two red plastic buckets hanging front and back; as he walked, the pole bounced, splashing water from the buckets.

Another commotion broke out below—no one else needed to speak; even the master of Feixue Palace, who had sat calmly in Pavilion Three, now rose to his feet, his full, towering chest rising and falling visibly with excitement.

Even He Shaodong was puzzled—Zhou Zixuan had said no torture would be used—why had he changed his mind?

“It’s really tiring, isn’t it? Who made your place so big? My mouth’s still sore.” Lü Qiushuang blushed, gave him a playful scowl, then lowered her head shyly.

These silver needles were extremely fine, like hairs, relying on sheer numbers for effectiveness—each was laced with deadly poison to enhance lethality.

He’d been bitten by snakes most often—after all, ordinary snakes still dominated the mountains; not every snake was venomous.

Within the city, there were no spirit mountains like those of the Spirit Clan, but countless grand buildings—more like a human settlement.

Only this explanation made sense; whether it was right or wrong, only Shiyin could clarify later.

Liu Qianzhou quickly found a suitable dress and went into the bathroom to change, applied light makeup, and came downstairs in under twenty minutes.