Chapter 70: The Disgrace of the Su Father and Son

Murong Yun quickly stepped forward, his eyes fixed on Su Feibai in the distance. Jiang Zhenan gestured with a wave of his hand, and the soldiers atop the city wall all drew their bows, arrows nocked and ready.

Among the mutinous soldiers below, some had seen battle before. They immediately noticed these subtle changes and realized how tense the situation had suddenly become. Some soldiers wanted to leave, while others, confused by the turn of events, collided into one another, stirring unrest within the crowd.

Onlookers could only see his hands move a few times, and then the old man’s head was bristling with several silver needles, the ends still quivering. This was the art of vibrating needles, used to draw out the stagnant blood from within his skull.

This surge of strength, though not Sun Cheng’s most powerful dragon force, was already formidable—far surpassing the level of a Yuanwu cultivator, and not even weaker than an ordinary Lingwu adept.

Before the banquet began, he had already sent out a jade transmission slip, instructing his men to swiftly investigate Wu Zijian’s background.

Yang Tian simply felt his mother was being unfair; whenever he said a single word about Sister Xue, she would have ten ready to counter him.

Chicheng unfolded his fan, revealing the gold and silver faces symbolizing the sun and the moon. Spinning gracefully, he began to dance to the rhythm of the drums and the flute.

Just like Bai Zhan, Lin Xiu hadn’t actually poisoned them at all; he had merely given them a random clay pellet to swallow.

They had thought about resisting—yet how? Those clansmen who did not possess the power of life had long since been subdued by the Wang tribe. Resistance was out of the question; even a moment’s idleness would result in their clansmen being killed before their eyes. For the sake of those who still lived, they had no choice but to comply with the Wang tribe’s demands.

Before long, the ambulance arrived, but with the traffic jam, the medical staff could only carry the stretcher over on foot.

The Scarlet Fire Eagle shrieked in pain, drawing back its talons, but it did not give up so easily. Its pair of fiery wings beat furiously, and the raging gusts made Sun Cheng feel as if his skin were being torn apart—even his clothing began to shred.

He hadn’t discovered where Liu Yifan and the others were earlier, simply because in his anxiety, it had never occurred to him that they might be imprisoned underground.

“Please prepare yourselves, both of you. Here is the contract. If you wish to wager your houses, please hand over your property deeds for verification,” the judge approached and said to the two of them.

Mu Luo had promised to build Hua Yue a new Scarlet Sleeve Manor, and it was now complete. The layout and furnishings were exactly as before. On the very day Ruyi moved in, Situ Qianchen came to visit.

“Big brother, you are truly the personification of grace and wisdom—mighty, domineering, unparalleled, number one under heaven, kind to all, broad-minded, lofty as the sky, vast as the sea…” Ye Yitian dropped to his knees on the spot.

Of course, for a Golden Core master capable of sword flight, the height of Clear Moon Peak could be reached in an instant.

And that fan—all the maids who had served Mu Jinghong knew that was the one she always kept by her side.

This energy, though already astonishing, was still not enough to transform the Nine Li Sacred Blood once more.

After what happened yesterday, Mo Mo had learned much more about his past with Tang Yin from the Ice Demon Bird, so now, he was no longer guarded around her.

“Ye Yun, let’s see how you escape this time!” A wicked smile spread across Arthas’ face, causing the three hunters nearby to instinctively back away. It was said that whenever Arthas smiled like that, someone would inevitably suffer misfortune.

In the deep, silent night of mid-autumn, the cicadas outside the window had long since quieted, leaving only the occasional rustle of wind through the leaves. The inn, too, was shrouded in the hush of night, the daytime bustle fading away, replaced by the gentle, unique symphony of snoring under the moon—a tranquil and peaceful scene.