Volume 1 Chapter 111 This Woman Must Be Eliminated Lest My Heart Remain Forever Uneasy

Qin Jiuyé’s mind was in turmoil—one moment his thoughts flew in all directions, the next they sank to the very depths of his heart. He truly had no idea how to accept this reality.

“Can you identify what kind of poison this actually is?”

"Weren’t you all in a rush to throw out that ceremonial jacket? The map was found tucked inside it." Shibata Katsuie gestured toward the winter coat Rain Qiuping was wearing, indicating the jacket beneath it.

Feng Qiwen’s car was parked directly over the center of this pipeline—if they came this way, they would inevitably cross paths with her.

Mu Li had been kneeling for a day and a night, and another morning besides. His knees ached so much they no longer felt like his own; when he walked, it was as if he floated, his steps light and ungrounded, treading on clouds. He moved slowly, each step deliberate and resolute.

It was none other than the countless workers and merchants from Sakai Town. Having learned that the Maple Leaf Fleet would return triumphant today, they had gathered of their own accord, holding up banners and placards of every kind to cheer for the homecoming fleet.

Not to mention, while playing with those princes in the palace, she had long since mastered the pitch-pot game over many years.

Xu Yi, who was in the midst of an attack, sensed something amiss. Without turning his head, he rolled away from his target, abandoning the attack. Sure enough, he heard the whistling of bullets slicing through the air by his ear.

All thoughts of romance had vanished; now all he could hear was the old woman’s furious cursing.

Because Luo Yeye had already seen Xiao Yan, her gaze was now fixed entirely on Gong Mengmeng, as if afraid something might happen to her.

Dawn was breaking, but the day was not as fine as one might have hoped. The sky felt heavy and oppressive, casting a sense of calm before the storm.

“What’s he got to be busy with? Isn’t it always Yi’er handling the company affairs?” Chen Peixue shot back.

If her physical form had not been forged with the blood of the Azure Dragon, Phoenix, Celestial Fox, Black Tortoise, and Qilin, and her soul had not absorbed the primordial waters of chaos, she would never have dared to risk her life so recklessly.

“If I said my intention was to keep you here until you remembered the past, what then?” Feng Chenxie sat down at the tea table as if he were perfectly at home.

When he stood and left, he was seething with anger. The heavy thud of his bespoke Italian leather shoes echoed up the stairwell, heedless of whether he was disturbing anyone’s rest.

“Boss Long, everything can be discussed. Tell Long Hui to lower his gun. If you kill Boss Qin, the police will never let it go,” Lao Ma urged in a low voice.

Because the heavy snow had blocked all news, he had no idea that Kebi Neng had already arrived and captured Juyong. Still, he could surmise it—given Liu Chong’s defense plans, Juyong was the frontline, and the Xianbei would certainly be there.

After the figure disappeared, so too did the shadow of the Orchid Sage. This was a high-level demonic art, allowing one to refine their shadow into an external avatar, fighting on two fronts at once.

Liu Nian’s instinct was that He Ying hadn’t understood Xia Ri’s specific requirements, or perhaps Xia Ri hadn’t told her. That was why He Ying hadn’t grasped his meaning.

First of all, it certainly couldn’t be built inside the Sword Sect’s gates—otherwise, if enemies emerged from the teleportation array, their stronghold would be swept away in an instant.

If it were still his old body, dealing with Sun Xiang would have been effortless—even without instant movement or magic, he would have had no trouble at all.

On the eastern side, it was mostly captains in charge; that was why Huangfu Song had stationed Liu Chong here, hoping he would strengthen the defenses and prevent the Yellow Turban Army from slipping through. But since this was only the flank, as long as they blocked the Yellow Turbans’ escape, that was enough; there weren’t too many troops stationed.

In these few days, the game world had truly been turned upside down. The underground palace—once known to hardly anyone—was now common knowledge.

On the broad official road from Huaqing Palace to Chang’an, wide enough for five or six carriages abreast, a group of ten knights was riding westward at a steady, unhurried pace.

In fact, by this point, Han Dong and the others no longer needed him to identify the old man—they already knew who he was.

As soon as he finished speaking, he forced his eyes open and looked around. Strange-colored liquid and bubbles surrounded him—he was inside some sort of incubation chamber.

"Indeed, that’s the main reason I came to Black Tortoise City," Chu Linfeng said solemnly.

He had always found it odd—when he arrived, he had stumbled into an ambush, and the enemy force was sizable. He knew then that these people would never let him off so easily; since he was involved, they would not allow him to defend Yumen Pass without a fight.

"It should be about ready, though I’m not sure if it’ll be useful," Fang Yan said, forming a few more hand seals as he spoke. In a moment, another wave of formation energy appeared around the two of them—this time, it was much more tangible. If the two cultivators stayed here without any defenses, that would be even more suspicious.

"Alright, I won’t ask. However many you have, I’ll buy them all," Xu Feng said with a wave of his hand. After all, this was the result of someone else’s painstaking research—he couldn’t just steal their work.

But Chen Chen was relentless, pestering her until she finally mustered her courage and spoke to her directly.

"Seal of Demon-Banishment!" Ye Dan formed hand seals with both hands. Unlike before, this time the sigil he conjured wasn’t drawn from the energy of heaven and earth, but from the overwhelming force of the heavenly tribulation.

Zhang Bufan’s earlier actions and words had only been to avoid losing face in front of everyone.

The cultivator had been trying to keep a straight face, but the martial artist’s question had struck his pride—he immediately burst out laughing.

Qin Song was about to rise and close the door himself when, just then, he frowned. A mocking laugh rang out not far from the private room.