Chapter 34: Investigating Song Linlang’s Secret

The electric net was torn apart, but the Four Divine Beasts also dimmed, seemingly losing their deterrent effect on the giant above. Looking back, he realized that he should have reconciled with Qin Lang back at the Narcissus Pavilion. At least then, the current situation might have been avoided.

As for Du Tianqi, whom he had personally promoted, it was said that he was now in Haikou City, using the money he had earned from him to open over a dozen chain milk tea shops, all reportedly doing exceptionally well.

Back at the ball, Qin Lang immediately became the center of attention. The mysterious conversation earlier with Lord Hai Si had already ignited much speculation among the guests. Now, as Qin Lang returned with a beaming smile and an air of triumph that he could not conceal, happier than a scholar who had just topped the imperial exams, it was clear that something wonderful must have happened.

Zhan Deyuan, at the peak of the Mixed Origin Realm but not yet having entered the Dao Fruit stage, could only lurk in the shadows and take potshots. Other than providing necessary support and distraction, his role was not significant. Among the members of the Vanishing Brigade, the Gu Hunter, though her cultivation had reached the Dao Fruit level, was truly formidable because of her insects.

After being suppressed for a while, Lu Shiyao seized an opportunity; she feinted to the right, then spun back to close in on her pursuing opponent.

Today, he made a decision, knowing that the coming days would require him to pull himself together. So he had prepared everything early that morning.

“No is not an option. Yunhai, I’m telling you, if you don’t agree, we’ll sever all ties. You’re Yunhai, I’m Yunxi—from now on, we’ll be strangers for life!” Yunxi, furious, pointed at Yunhai as she spoke.

As the crowd murmured, the side door of Heshenhe opened, and the many onlookers—cultivators all—looked at Shen Qiang and his companions with awe before slowly dispersing.

After Zhan Feng, the fourth ranked was still not Qin Xiao, but rather Qin Yue, commander of the Despair Ironwall Legion. He had single-handedly slain over a thousand ordinary fierce beasts, three two-hundred-year-old demon beasts, and one three-hundred-year-old demon beast—a truly outstanding record.

“Nezha! You’re not dead?” The Golden Crow’s pupils contracted sharply, clearly recognizing Nezha’s voice.

Hearing what I said, Yaxin’s cheeks turned crimson with embarrassment—she almost pulled the sheet over her head.

Now, someone had killed their way into Qin Fengcai’s home, which to Qin Fengcai was tantamount to a direct affront.

Ye Tian was not surprised. The arrival of the two great sects was indeed unexpected, and how could those wandering cultivators and oddities have known? Still, he was curious—what kind of treasure could make experts from both sects act together? Could it be that both sects were also after the Heaven Mending Pill?

“It’s over—looks like this really does have something to do with me!” Yang Xudong sighed as he gazed up at the sky.

He was not unfamiliar with the owners of those four auras. The two Ninth Rank Grandmasters were Qin Xiao, the Fourth General of Xiàhuá, and Hua Hong, the Fifth General, while the weaker two were deputy commanders from the Imperial Capital’s Forbidden Army.

They only had two choices: either become friends with Long Qianshan and his group, or become their mortal enemies.

Thinking back, the person driving the pickup that day had clearly been targeting Yang Xudong, intending to kill him on the spot. But instead of Yang Xudong dying, it was Ling Lan who took his place and narrowly escaped death.

The slanderer, seeing the situation, even took Boss Wei’s gold-trimmed underwear, praising the boss’s greatness—truly a boss among bosses.

With a cultivation at the peak of the Blood Condensation Realm, to not be outpaced was already a remarkable achievement.

Wang Bainian was even more exaggerated. Already plump, he was sweating profusely from the heat, his whole face flushed bright red.

Zhang Ci also glanced over at the victims, whose faces were peaceful, and pondered his next move.

“Didn’t I tell you to short-sell Hengtai Real Estate? With your position, you could have made at least several hundred million!” Yang Yu said, curling her lip.

Before them lay a scene of utter devastation—blood stained the ground red, and the corpses of both humans and demon beasts were strewn everywhere.

He had long heard that studying music was a costly pursuit. Did Du Fei really not know his own family’s circumstances?

The short-haired youth nodded in apparent understanding, but his unconcerned demeanor revealed that, even now, he still didn’t believe that a one-star anomaly appearing here could possess real autonomy.

Lan Ziyan was speechless, thinking to himself, Isn't this just tax evasion? He recalled those celebrities in later years—one with “Ice” in her name, and another with “Shuang”—who got hammered for tax evasion, nearly losing everything.

Still, seeing her cry so bitterly, Ye Xiuqing and Wen Yan were convinced that she must have heard those words from someone else.

“President Guo, may I ask what happened? Do you require me to submit to an investigation?” Zhao Qingtian spoke with his usual calm, even with a hint of a smile.

“Don’t forget, Blondie was the first to walk out of the illusion, and his specialty is earth-based curses. The remaining earth elemental energy for cultivation is naturally his,” Hu Jun grinned—he had great confidence in Blondie’s abilities.

Over the next half month, the three major military factions acted frequently. Of these, the military was constantly recruiting, expanding covertly, and avoided direct conflict with the other two powers.

Wang Mazi himself had no idea what had happened, but those around him saw everything clearly.

The tenants were mostly not workers at the nearby mall, but rather couples running street stalls in the alleys nearby or shopkeepers who had moved in with their families.