Chapter 49: Searching for Him Through Thousands of Turns

Today, the sudden visit from Lady Ruan and her uncharacteristic words left Mrs. Cai deeply unsettled. After her guest departed, Mrs. Cai sat by the window for a long while, mulling things over, only to grow increasingly anxious as her thoughts unfolded. Clutching her book, she wondered if someone might have witnessed her interaction with His Majesty that day and reported it to the household.

Though Mrs. Cai was unversed in the ways of the world, she understood certain truths—such as the relationship between the Prime Minister’s residence and the Emperor. It was not beyond imagination that there might be spies from the Prime Minister’s household within the palace walls.

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“I told you Boss Bai wasn’t a crooked merchant, but none of you believed me! You all insisted the watermelon was flavored with artificial essence. Now you’ve been thoroughly proven wrong—how satisfying!” A man in a suit mocked those customers who had previously doubted her.

“She’s my wife—if I don’t stand up for her, who will?” Sikong Xuanlang retorted without the slightest courtesy.

A murderous phalanx exuded a thick aura of death; as they entered, the whole world seemed to fall silent.

He had a sense that the purple light fragment had not yet fused with his mind, or else the power of the Corpse King’s bloodline would be far stronger than it was now.

Gaochao meant that the safest course was to get an X-ray at the hospital to check for bone injuries, so as not to miss the best window for treatment.

Legend held that this demonic weapon was forged from the horn of a beast king–level mutant creature. It was supposed to be a high-grade magic weapon, but something went wrong in the forging process, and the result was this flawed, failed piece.

Given the circumstances, Hua Yusheng knew he ought to step forward to offer comfort, yet a vague sense of unease gnawed at him—something seemed amiss, though he couldn’t say what. As he hesitated, another door to the secret chamber opened, and in walked an exceptionally delicate and handsome young man.

When this miraculous child was born, the sky blazed with rosy clouds that illuminated half the heavens, and in the radiance, celestial dew descended for three days and nights.

Ivan the Thunder Emperor suddenly dodged to the side, withdrew his fist, and thrust it beneath Xinglai’s flank, launching a thunderous punch at him.

Liu Yu would not say anything openly. Since Zhang Song was not ready to agree, Liu Yu decided to give him some time. In any case, Zhang Song would not be leaving Luoyang immediately.

The men in black closed in, now armed with guns, all deftly loading them and aiming at the pair with steely precision.

Lu Xingyao was somewhat entranced. Though she was stunning in formal dress, the lightly made-up, gentle Wen Ruanruan was even more pleasing to the heart.

Her injuries had not yet healed; if her identity were exposed and she were hunted down, her chances of escaping unscathed would be pitifully slim.

There was a hint of displeasure in the voice, eyes locked intently on the figure bending to get into the car across the way.

“Mission complete! Repeat: mission complete!” Zhang Sanfeng pulled a pager from his waist and spoke a few words. Shortly thereafter, the surrounding mist cleared, as if nothing had happened here at all.

He unleashed the Three Talents Sword Technique with all his strength at the man before him; that single stroke bore the force of over a hundred thousand jin.

Their trail had gone cold once more, but Yang Jian was unwilling to give up and pursued relentlessly in the direction where the scent had vanished.

Yang Jian shook his head again—this, too, was not right. Opening the Abyss required formidable skill; not a soul in the entire sea clan could accomplish it alone. Even among the immortals of the Heavenly Court, few possessed such profound cultivation, much less the ability to do so without a trace.

Upon a wooden mechanical beast rested a long spear, with Hua Bufeng sprawled atop the beast’s head, grumbling in discontent.

Chang Hong’s Black Wind Palm indeed held some mystery. His hands created afterimages in the air, transforming into two monstrous demonic hands that pressed their might down upon Ma Heng. Ma Heng’s Thunderstorm Hammer was fierce and domineering; as he wielded the massive hammer in midair, it formed an invisible wall of wind that kept Chang Hong at bay.

To preserve his peace and quiet, He Zun chose to ignore messages from any guild members below the rank of team captain. As for what those people thought of it, He Zun couldn’t care less. As long as they didn’t act against the interests of the guild, he would pay them no mind.