Chapter Seventy-Seven: Is the General Fond of That Lady? (Second Update)

Jiang Xiao casually tossed aside a military report he had just finished reviewing and said, “Invite Mister Shen in.”

Soon after, Shen Yi entered with a wide smile, dressed in a robe of gray and white, and bowed respectfully to Jiang Xiao. “Subordinate greets the General. I’ve come this time to discuss with you that, in a few days, the prefect of neighboring Suzhou will visit to consult with you about the management of military households.”

Jiang Xiao’s brows knit slightly, a flicker of impatience passing through his eyes. “This matter is entirely in your hands, Shen—”

He gazed at me deeply; there was a darkness in his eyes, concealed too profoundly, but at the corners of his mouth a relaxed smile began to appear.

But just then, the thunderbolts surged beneath Mu Feng’s skin, entering straight into his body. Now Mu Feng was no longer scorched on the outside and tender within—he was charred through and through! At the same moment, a surge of blood burst from his throat in a crimson mist, forcing him to stagger backward several steps.

I wandered through the room for what seemed like ages, my mind a restless storm. At first, I thought it was Ma and Li that troubled me, but then it dawned on me: what really unsettled me was what Tiger had just confided.

“I’m here to get you for the incense offering. No matter what, we should show our respect. After the New Year, we’ll be heading to Chongqing, and there are some connections we need to smooth out here. You’ll have to make an appearance,” Ma said.

In the darkness, a mocking voice rang out. In the next instant, an eerie red light flared—Old Fu’s left arm was lopped off by sheer force, and his hot blood sprayed across the floor.

Many people had long regarded the Qi family as a joke; now Bai Yunhe had laid the matter bare for all to see. How could the Third Elder not be enraged?

Yet, as the saying goes, good or evil, retribution always comes in the end. It’s not that there’s no payback—only that the time has not yet arrived.

“Tomorrow, let’s stroll around West Lake, take in the beauty of Hangzhou,” I said with a smile.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the maid led Mu Cailing to a courtyard not far from the main hall. It was midsummer, and the evening breeze drifted gently, brushing the trailing willow branches in the corner of the courtyard, causing them to sway gracefully.

Even if that mouthful of vital blood landed squarely on the Heaven-Dominating Palm, it would have no effect at all.

The Shangqing Maoshan Sect has a long and storied heritage; aside from their foundational talisman arts, they have unique expertise in alchemy, formations, and geomancy. Watching all this, Qingfeng was utterly entranced, lost in the wonders before him.

For a moment, everyone fell silent. Was it possible that the great chieftain had sacrificed so many lives just to settle a personal vendetta?

Hearing that familiar name, Mu Jinxi was astonished. Hui’er had joined as well? How had she not seen her just now? What a coincidence, to meet Hui’er here.

“I’ll go fetch you some water,” Chu Yixin said at once, rising to help Xu Zuoyan.

It wasn’t until the fourth year after the apocalypse, once they’d accumulated a fair number of flying beasts, that their group began to explore more boldly, venturing into the central cloud sea to reach Sky City. Several factions rose to prominence because of this, reaping tremendous benefits.

Yan Ming suddenly clenched the micro-battery in his hand. When he finally released it, the battery had been crushed into useless scrap and fell to the ground. At that moment, Yan Ming experienced a breakthrough—his cells underwent a new transformation, and the faint glow within him grew ever brighter.

Like a flash of lightning, Yan Ming cut down the limbs and hideous head of a low-level undead fiend with blinding speed. He didn’t linger to absorb the dark energy or antimatter; instead, he accelerated again, charging directly toward the outskirts.

The hot, humid breath against his ear startled Xu Zuoyan. He was already familiar with this sensation from Ye Kaicheng; now, Xu Zuoyan could easily guess what Lang Chen intended. Hastily, he turned his head aside and mustered all his strength to headbutt Lang Chen.

Shen Yujing had already noticed Shen Mo. Knowing his temperament, seeing Shen Mo at a time like this must have filled him with boundless fury.