Eighty-Six: For Whom Does the Heart Stir

Leyi emerged from inside, holding the child. The child's head was bandaged with gauze, and perhaps from crying too much, his eyes were closed as he lay quietly in Leyi's arms.

In Hu Xianxian's mind appeared the image of a gentle, smiling Taoist priestess in white, so different from the stern celestial enforcer she had seen the other day.

The villa belonging to Shen Xinglan had been left by his mother. Its outer walls were made of large black stones, imposing and grand, but utterly devoid of any sense of home.

"Uncle, I'll take my leave now. You should head home early too." With that, she excused herself and left first.

"Heh, who told you that?" Amiao poked him. "Don't think I didn't notice you sneaking online to check it out this afternoon."

"We're still investigating why she sent people to kidnap Young Master Qian. All we've found is that she did indeed order his abduction. If you hadn't rescued him, I don't know how much more he would have suffered," Si Yexuan said, trying to appeal to Tang Yuxi's compassion.

Moreover, the company's reputation and size had suffered severe damage recently. Her stepmother seized the opportunity to speak ill of her to Wen Cheng, making her feel as if she were walking on pins and needles at home. That once warm and welcoming house now had no place for her.

One had to admit, Dong Zisheng's powers of observation were impressive; he noticed things that no one else had ever paid attention to before.

"Rules?" Hu Xianxian suddenly recalled Prince Shen's cautious demeanor and Magistrate Sun of Yizhou's unfulfilled ambitions, stifled by regulations that kept him from participating in the bandit suppression. A nameless fury surged within her.

"Is Qin Yuan ill?" An Yutong grinned foolishly. Last time it was a critical illness; what trick did he want to play this time?

Seeing both of them with long faces, Li Shuchi waved her hand. "Don't worry, your lady is not so fragile. When the boat reaches the bridge, it will straighten out. There will always be a way." In truth, everything the Prince Scholar had done was within her expectations. The only surprise was Li Weiqing.

As the year-end festival approached, the streets bustled with noise. Carriages and horses moved incessantly, and the stalls were filled with all sorts of novel goods. Passersby eyed the wares, bargaining loudly with the vendors, making for a lively scene. The three of them ordered their servants to leave the carriage at a nearby inn and proceeded on foot.

Mo Yunshu gave a slight smile. Even though he had no idea what the lines on the kite meant, nor what the previous letter signified, he knew that as long as he intercepted the letter and the code, Ye Qiu'er would never escape his grasp.

Yu Dayong turned to look at Zheng Wushuang. "Money matters are important. Transfer it all to finance and let them handle it." Zheng Wushuang nodded in agreement.

In an instant, Qin Leng kicked the table in front of him, overturning it. This was his private jet; everything on board had been specially labeled and custom-made.

"Alright, let's go eat something. As elders, we should set a good example," Qin Leng said, leading An Yutong to the lounge.

At the sound of that cold voice, those rushing toward Mo Jiuqing froze in their tracks. But seeing how close they were, not one hesitated—they all slashed down at her.

"Oh, God, dear Fang, may I take this design drawing home to study for one night? Please, dear Fang, as long as the drawing is genuine, whatever you need will be delivered to you in three months."

"Su Jue, just ahead are the ruins of the ancient city. From now on, we must rely on our own luck," said Chuyun.

"Alright, let's go," Fei sighed, walking silently outside. I watched her back, responded with an "Oh," and hurried to catch up.

"I've got it," Ye Feng suddenly thought of a soul-controlling pill: the Heartless Judgment Pill.

"Hmph, I don't care if he's a professor or not. This matter isn’t over. I’m going to find the two principals to argue my case." Finally, Mei Zhizhong found an excuse for himself and stormed off in a huff.

I couldn't help but wonder if I should find a proper old scholar to discuss matters of the Southern Yue Kingdom.

"Hey, comrade, what are you doing?" The police were still checking IDs in the front row. By the time they reacted, Li Jianhui had already smashed the glass, vaulting over it nimbly and escaping.

During these two days, Fang Chaochu and Fang Zhi frequently walked around outside Yi Wu Bai's room, hoping to see what was happening inside.

In truth, everything from the mythic era had already returned to dust: gods, heroes, and great monsters had all faded into the past and disappeared without a trace.

"There's a situation," Wei Ming's voice came through the walkie-talkie once again. None of the bomb squad members were wearing protective gear; if anything happened, no one would get out unscathed.

What truly alarmed Zhang Wanchao and Li Zhongyong was not Li Jianhui's actions, but the names he shouted—each name marked a moment of life and death.

"My theory is that, in that era, perhaps it was evil spirits creating the illusion of immortals to achieve some unspeakable secret," Hu Lai speculated.

Their faces were all disguised, and though it was already September and the night air was chilly, Jiang Yi and the others wore dark coats and hats, so that with their heads lowered, it was truly impossible to see what they looked like.

I too sensed something was wrong and nodded in signal. Along with Cao San and Xu Song, I approached the door of the room. Peering out through the peephole, I found nothing but darkness—no way to see outside. Could it be that the peephole on Yu Huai’s door was broken?

However, whether these carved beings could reproduce remained to be seen, as they currently lacked the necessary organs.

This time, seeing the vast multitude of enemies, Old Emperor Yi acted without hesitation, trapping at least fifteen thousand demon soldiers within his Ravenous Sphere of Hell.

A month passed in the blink of an eye. When Bai Ying’s new airships, having journeyed a great distance, approached the border zone of the three kingdoms, not only had the men from the Fire Flame Society already arrived and begun lying in wait, but even Crow, who had only recently returned to Lakas from the Lohan Tent Kingdom, was there waiting for Bai Ying.