Volume One, Chapter 110: Rescuing the Wife and Discovering She Had Been Poisoned

Just as Yan Qiuning was darting about like a headless fly in the midst of chaos, a sudden eruption of thunderous explosions echoed outside, as if the world were engulfed in relentless artillery fire.

"Alright, you tell me what to do, and I’ll do it," He Meijing replied, knowing he had a way. No matter what it was, as long as it could help the patient rise from their sickbed, she was willing to do anything.

She watched quietly as the sand above continued to dwindle, her gaze flickering with struggle, resignation, and an inscrutable trace of emotion.

"I need money? Where did you hear that I... Wait, do you mean these IOUs?" Ye Feng suddenly understood what Yu Zhiyun meant when she said he needed money.

Though Hua Chanyi spoke as such, she couldn’t help but feel that tomorrow, Li Guifen would not relent.

"Of course, I need that material conversion chamber to establish a branch for the Scavengers," Anthony answered truthfully.

Previously, Xia Li's attitude had made them think she wasn’t as ruthless as rumor suggested; she seemed decent, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"Split Palm! Damn it, he actually knows that move!" The other martial artists exchanged glances—anyone who could execute Split Palm was at least in the late stages of body refinement, certainly not an ordinary opponent.

Suddenly, Davies Barton strode up to the iron gate, shaking it violently, producing a cacophony of crashing metal. Then, using both hands and feet, he tried to clamber over the gate and crawl inside.

The whip soared high, but ultimately did not strike the laborer. Instead, the man in dark clothes who had been rammed seized it in his large hand.

Escape! Xiang Yang’s first instinct was to run—confronting a skeletal giant like this, he had no means to resist, nor did he believe he could withstand a terrifying creature that appeared to be a tenth-tier magical beast.

A collective gasp rose as everyone hurriedly vaulted outside, only to see that a corner in the southwest of the manor had collapsed.

Gu Hua Rui led her group, quietly edging toward that place. The closer she drew to the main hall, the more unsettled she felt.

Northern Emperor and Li Lin looked utterly embarrassed. Everyone knew tonight’s drama was orchestrated by Gu Hua Rui; no one expected her to be so shrewd, and once again, they had fallen for her scheme.

Nan Zhan had noticed all this as well. He said nothing, but began another meticulous inspection.

Zou Jimian watched Su Tong with a gentle smile; only at times like this did he display the greatest patience. After a brief smile, he withdrew his gaze and pressed the accelerator, driving away.

Jian Si lowered her head. She didn’t want him involved, even though she desperately needed his help—after all, the other party was his mother.

"Let your father do it, just right for a one-for-one exchange," Grandma Lin decided as she folded the fabric.

Chi Ming took the rice cake and replied, "Yes," then rushed ahead, with the other two young novices following closely, bouncing back to the monastery.

Seeing Yu Luoluo nod, William's expression grew strange; these words hardly seemed fitting for someone as mature as General Cheng.

"Heehee, thank you, Sister Xia E, for your concern! Don’t worry, I’ve trained with Master Ling Xue for so long, I won’t bring shame to him at the Immortal Sword Tournament!" Yun Yi was quite confident.

"Prince of Freedom, who was that just now?" Fang Xuanling asked, watching as the Purple Sun Immortal vanished.

After the fall of Wuhan, the battle organized by Xue Yue ended in defeat. He was ordered to temporarily act as commander of the Ninth War Zone, responsible for the defense of Jiangxi, Hunan, and other areas. Before withdrawing, Xue Yue sent a telegram to Lin Junxiong, urging him to stay safe and, when he had time, to visit him and his wife in Changsha.