Chapter 100: The Thief Saint's Crime Notice

Sunlight sliced through the city like a blade, carving the urban landscape into a mosaic of light and shadow. When Bai Yujing was dragged into that narrow alley, the last ray of light brushed past his shoulder, as if bidding a silent farewell. He sensed Qi Xiang’s spiritual pressure leaving the café, stirring a flicker of curiosity within him. Would the outcome be success or failure?

His phone chimed softly.

Bai Yujing pulled the device from his pocket, the cold glow of the screen illuminating his carefully masked, oily visage.

After Li Fei finished speaking, he unleashed the Fragmented Star Finger technique. Five streaks of star-like fragments descended from the air, each carrying the force of millions of pounds—altogether amounting to tens of millions.

Tang Ying sat sulking, her anger simmering beneath the surface. Before her lay a large box of gifts she had intended to present to Xu’s mother, only to have them coldly rejected.

Yet, throughout this century, the disciples of the Shadow Sect remained on high alert. Without orders from Xu Bufan and before the threat was fully neutralized, they dared not lower their guard.

Had Yuan Zhen not acted impulsively for her sake, even if he hadn’t become a household name domestically, he would at least have been the king of underground rock. Alas, now no one in the underground music scene would sign contracts with him. His move abroad had become a reluctant necessity.

But Lü Zhuo had no reason to retreat. Having painstakingly built Peng City with his own hands, he was determined to lead the assault personally. All the while, the mastermind behind it all lounged nearby, savoring fine wine with a beauty, watching the unfolding chaos with detached amusement.

After ending the call with Xiao Ai, I hailed a taxi toward Xinjiekou. Along the way, Xiao Ai sent me their precise location via WeChat’s tracking feature.

The results were astonishing. In just a few short months, Tao Shang had sold off all his properties, while Tao Ying’s plight was almost laughable—he had been nearly swindled out of his entire fortune.

Later, Zhao Mu and I discussed Yu Xin and the flourishing “Dream Tree” project. By the time our conversation wound down, it was midnight.

The terrain here seemed as if sculpted by human hands. Xu Bufan pressed onward through the canyon without delay, time flowing steadily. In the span of two hours, he had traversed over a thousand miles on foot within the gorge.

In close-quarters combat, Ye Mo’s swordsmanship—both orthodox and unorthodox techniques blended seamlessly—proved devastatingly effective. Only by relying on his seasoned experience was Zuo Lengchan able to narrowly escape danger several times.

From the very beginning, Yu Yin had never harbored any expectations of paternal love, especially after learning that her father was the incarnation of a true god.

Though he may not fully understand others, he knew Pei Yunying’s temperament intimately. Even if she questioned his motives, as long as he refrained from causing Yu Yin any real harm, Pei Yunying would not retaliate.

Through the system’s screen, Sansan observed a figure in red draping an arm over the shoulder of a figure in black, who in turn rested a hand on the red-clad person’s arm.

There was one unspoken truth—though many sharp minds could already perceive it—the properties within the City of Miracles held immense investment value.

“So, you planned to make zongzi as gifts without intent to sell, but they insisted on buying?” Wei Qiaoyi inquired.

Though his liquid assets now exceeded $300 billion, making him a super-wealthy magnate, standing before this ultra-luxurious estate, he suddenly realized how little he truly knew.

All disciples of the Dao Sect owed their current prowess to Yu Yin’s grace. The supposed prosperity of the sect and the abundance of talent were illusions; this new generation of cultivators were mostly untested and soft-footed, having never endured hardship or true trials.