Volume 1, Chapter 36: Rumors and Whispers, Who Is Stabbing from the Shadows?

"Do you take me for a three-year-old, so easily deceived? These memorials were submitted by the ministers of the court. Do you expect me to believe they conspired together to frame you?"

The black-clad figure let out a cold snort and retreated instantly. Though he could not outpace the speed of sound, his movement was swift enough to prepare his next technique.

However, Ye Hu also began to notice several suspicious points. Given his still-lofty status within the current Ye family, it was only with his permission that Li Jincai had been able to lead men to search Ye Tianzheng’s quarters.

"Devil? What devil? And what is this prophecy you speak of?" Without any visible movement from the man in black, a plush, luxurious armchair materialized out of thin air behind him. He sat down with a swagger, crossed his legs, and asked with feigned indifference.

Ordinarily, Young Master Chen’s father, Chen Zhengde, was the Chief of the Capital Police Bureau, a position that could easily generate vast sums of money with minimal effort. Unfortunately, his father was a man of rigid principles, having once nearly broken his son's legs over his illicit money-making schemes.

Swallowing a piece of tough meat with great difficulty, Kratos felt every cell in his body spring to life. Driven by exhaustion and hunger, he began to greedily absorb the energy stored within the food.

Fatty Shi’s bloated hand plunged into the collar of Chu Xiu’s garment, gripping her protruding chest firmly. Chu Xiu’s body went limp instantly; drained of all strength, she could only gasp for breath, casting a seductive, languid gaze at Fatty Shi as if the rotund man were her own Prince Charming, Zhang Lei.

Just moments ago, he and Fatty Jin had been walking in the middle of the group, while Hua Li and Bi Xue were at the rear with Xu Ning. Now, both Xu Ning and Bi Xue were here, but Hua Li was nowhere to be found.

The Black Flood Dragon shook his head, a look of regret crossing his face. He raised a hand, and a translucent, elderly figure appeared within his palm.

They used the paws of ice bears, which were marinated before being roasted. This was no ordinary marination; the meat was soaked in precious medicinal herbs. Nor was it roasted over a common flame; the most popular barbecue stalls used the "Yang" fire from second-grade cauldrons. This process removed all impurities and vulgarity, leaving the meat succulent, flavorful, and nourishing to the spirit.

"Pah, pah, pah! This is worth so little. As long as you can drink, brother, even if you drain every drop of wine in Hualong City, I’ll still foot the bill for you!" Fatty Jin was deeply aggrieved to be thought of as stingy.

Only Zhu Di looked at him with eyes of profound clarity. One wondered, when this Emperor looked upon his son, who exactly did he see beneath that corpulent frame?

By the time Sheng Hongcai appeared at the Forbidden Ground of Beishan, Lian Cheng had already released the seal on the last person.

Today, however, they were forced to be diligent, for several agents from the Special Operations Headquarters were standing behind them. With them supervising, the police dared not slacken in their duties.

Even after Rong Peng turned unruly and incorrigible, the Four Sons of Wudang had long grown accustomed to such days, and none felt there was anything amiss.

Among the many buildings in Jiangbei, there was a particularly elegant district inhabited by many retired military officers. The locals colloquially called it "General’s Row," and that was where Elder Ling resided.

Ten days prior, Qi Cheng had sent a message via jade slip to his great-uncle, a demonic cultivator, requesting him to come and break the current stalemate.

After screaming for a while, Liu Shisan’s body in the real world suddenly collapsed to its knees, gasping for air with his mouth wide open. Slowly, the Liu Shisan within Yan Chong’s mental world began to heal, and after a few minutes, he returned to his original state.