Volume One, Chapter 87: The One Who Listens to You the Most

The detention center was stifling, dim, and filled with a pungent, fishy odor. As Shen Hanchuan had said, it was truly no place for people. Shen Yanzhou had barely been there three minutes and he was already finding it unbearable. Even the way he looked at Jiang Yao now was tinged with disdain.

If there really was some great demon, it would be a disaster for the rest of his life. If the villagers discovered it, or reported it, that would be trouble as well.

“The Chengying Sword has been stolen.” Upon hearing this from his trusted subordinate, Yang Yong burst out laughing, the gloom lingering in his heart from the night before swept away. Watching the Chu state’s delegation suffer a setback gave Yang Yong immense satisfaction.

Yet sometimes old sayings prove themselves true, such as: “Deep feelings cannot keep someone, while cunning always wins the heart.”

Li Feng looked at the several cultivators lying on stretchers. They were in the same state as Old Cheng—poisoned, and their souls eroded by some unknown force.

Chen Haodong forced a laugh. Though it was July in the east, it was only a bit past six o’clock and already completely dark. He had to find his way home by feel alone.

Even if he wanted to help Ying Zheng, it was only to provide him with usable power, not to solve his problems directly. Ying Zheng would have to figure out the specific steps himself. If he took care of everything, why bother with Ying Zheng at all? Zi Chuan might as well become emperor himself.

This statement made Mo Siyuan raise his eyebrows in alarm, and the others gasped, all turning to Mo Siyu in astonishment.

Before searching for the Straw Raincoat Man, he first went to the general’s mansion. Zi Chuan reasoned that Ji Wuye and the Straw Raincoat Man must have used some code or secret signal when meeting on the street. If he just waited there without knowing anything, and if no one contacted the Straw Raincoat Man, he’d be waiting in vain. So he decided to inform the Straw Raincoat Man through Ji Wuye first.

One sold poison, one produced it. He remembered how Jiang Shikun had been caught in a villa in Pattaya and sent to Nanyun Prison in Huaxia. Watching the elderly man in traditional Chinese clothes from behind, his feelings were suddenly different.

His concerns were not just because his father worked there, but also because Renault was just too formidable—he couldn’t win a fight even if he tried.

“Third Priest, what are you doing?!” The Ninth Priest, barely suppressing his greed, turned to the Third Priest and shouted in anger.

“No! I won’t choose any of them! You smashed my shop, you owe me an explanation! Don’t think that just because you’re Awakened, you can do whatever you want!” Fang Mingde argued forcefully.

Marching straight south? He Gu believed Ironflame Town’s forces could handle it, but the south was still in an age of peace. This wasn’t a game—conquering a territory didn’t mean the local people would immediately submit and support you. If it were that simple, why would the Qing dynasty's entry into China have seen the massacres of Jiading and the eight days in Yangzhou?

Wen Daidai looked at the stack of papers, her heart in turmoil. In the days since she’d arrived in Mengjin Trading Town, she couldn’t eat, drink, or sleep. Who could adapt quickly after suddenly being sold off by her own father?

Mozhu was already lost in the music, her slender fingers dancing like flowers, the flowing melody winding and lingering. Her long white ribbon fluttered in the night breeze, starlight pouring over her, casting a soft, fragmented blue glow.

These people all had their eyes on Shen Bing. Since Zhou Xiao had spotted them, how could he possibly let them escape?

“Zihao, did you do this?” Lu Qiusheng shot a sideways glance at Lu Zihao and questioned him sternly.

“At last, she’s out.” As soon as Meiyu saw Qiao Meimei emerge, she said nothing and headed straight for the restroom.

A furious, human-shaped flame erupted, unleashing a supreme secret art at the cost of most of its precious energy.

What astonished all the onlookers was that thousands of Ironflame soldiers were desperately protecting two carriages, struggling forward with difficulty. Those carriages seemed to be of utmost importance. Every second of this escort saw someone falling, every step forward paved with death.