Chapter 23

It fell to the ground, turning into a scrap of paper in the wind and rain, eventually swept into a pile of filth, forgotten by all.

"Who gave you permission to barge in?" Danxin clutched a stack of ancient books, shielding most of her face, with only a pair of sparkling eyes glaring at Chacha, looking thoroughly displeased.

Upon hearing this, Hanchu shook her head hurriedly, her eyes brimming with moisture, looking both aggrieved and indignant. Her eyes shimmered, casting a pitiful and heart-wrenching figure.

When did Zhuoyan establish a connection with Yun Xiangrong? Or perhaps, was Yun Xiangrong simply moved by a sense of compassion for her? Chuxiu felt somewhat surprised, for in her memory, Zhuoyan was the type to fawn over superiors and bully those beneath her. It was not that her character was entirely wretched, but she lacked the clear-cut love and hate, or the absolute loyalty to her master, that characterized people like Qianyun and Danxin.

Suddenly, just as Chen Langya was reeling in shock, a middle-aged man wielding a katana walked out from the woods, laughing heartily. Behind him followed twenty high-ranking ninjas clutching long blades—the elite of the Kato clan—and the identity of the middle-aged man at the front was now glaringly obvious.

"Fine, I won't say any more. Let's drink. Isn't the whole point of drinking to get drunk?" Ouyang Qing said.

Xue picked up the hairpin, hesitated for a long while, and finally used it to poke a hole in the window paper, quietly observing the situation inside the room.

It was only when Nie Peixiao repeated the fact for the second time that Chuxiu realized she had not misheard. Her body trembled violently and uncontrollably; her head swam, her feet stumbled, and she nearly collapsed to the floor in a faint.

Exhaling a breath of stagnant air, Feng Qingyan, who had been meditating all night, felt an indescribable lightness throughout his body, as if the soreness of the previous day had been completely purged.

Zhong Jinyun was completely stunned. He saw so much in Qi Tie’s locked gaze—a level of concern that was no less than his own or that of the others.

Bu Xiaotian cast a sideways glance. Just by looking at Qiao Bu's position and the direction of his charge, his fighting spirit surged to its peak.

Moreover, that fox meat was no ordinary fare. Under his Divine Eye technique, the meat was shrouded in a layer of red light—the aura radiating from its vital energy and blood.

But the truly desperate part was yet to come. The person who had just suffered the blow from the malicious laughter, and who had been wailing in agony, suddenly went silent, and evil energy began to spread across their body.

Those above ran back together. Nekhlyudov and Labanok followed behind, laying the detonator wire until they reached the bridgehead. Just then, a train came rumbling toward them from the other side.

"Brother, this is our only way; we have no other choice. We can't even climb to the rank of a minor leader in the Green Wolf Gang. There’s no future here, and we’ll only be used as cannon fodder later!" Xiang Yu urged.

Qin Yun flashed, dodging the violent blade aura, and appeared instantly beside Xue Luo. He unleashed a series of Unyielding Palms, battering Xue Luo until he was bathed in blood and his bones shattered.

Lin Qinghou released his divine sense to survey the entire scene. Though the area was incredibly noisy, he found nothing unusual—not even a mosquito. It seemed the Five Tigers and the others had been diligent, driving away almost every living thing in the vicinity.

The others nodded. They were unaware of the old man's true strength; they only heard that someone was causing trouble and that Qin Yun had gone personally to quell the disturbance.

As the maidservants left the main hall one by one, Li Yuheng deliberately stood up and dropped the black medallion to the floor, where it landed with a heavy thud.

An angry Wang Qian turned and headed to the nearby dormitory, kicking the door open and walking inside.

"How could that be? Master is very good to me; it's just that I don't want to go down the mountain!" Li Yuheng sat directly in a chair, crossed his legs, and drained the tea on the table in one gulp.

The fate of the Uzumaki clan made all ninjas feel a sense of pity, but the fact that their powerful sealing techniques had been lost also made them feel a sense of relief.

Carter screamed in despair, frantically pressing the button on the lever. But the Gundam was now pinned down by Mercury, unable to move.

In truth, she knew that if she simply did not open the door, the police would surround the place in ten minutes, and none of them would be able to escape.

If the Boss kept playing like this, he would eventually be trapped by his own schemes. In any case, he would help where he could, and where he couldn't, he would simply pretend to know nothing. If things were exposed one day, he could not be blamed.

She waited to see the curiosity that would follow, waited to see the man's expression of rage, and waited to see that shameless little girl being thrown out.

Jiang Cheng greeted the two as if they were outsiders, acting as if this were his own home and Jiang Feng and Lu Li were merely guests visiting him.

Long Xingtian and Xu Le shook their heads; they didn't understand any of this. All they knew was that the old man before them was lecherous, somewhat perverted, and simply an improper old man—whatever his status might be.

Yun Hen laughed in fury. "You want to kill me? It won't be that simple!" He suddenly threw his arms wide. "I didn't want to use this forbidden technique, but since I’ve encountered you, there’s no harm in unleashing it." For some reason, his cheeks flushed bright red, his internal energy surged violently, and his outer robe was torn apart by the pressure.

The Yun family... they absolutely could not be left alone. Although he knew the Yun family had no intention of rebellion, who could guarantee that all of his subordinates were men of loyalty and honor?

Walking beside Nangong Jin, similarly naked, she longed to wrap her arms around his body—a sight she never grew tired of—but remembering his sensitivity to her touch, Luo Yuling held back.

A thousand years is not too long, and if one wants to know what they experienced in the lower realm, one only needs to return to the Heavenly Court and consult the Mirror of Heavenly Secrets.

As a mere errand boy for Li Rui, he certainly dared not offend a personage of such "grandmotherly" status.

Because they didn't know, they were curious; because they were curious, they discussed; and because they discussed, the atmosphere became heated.

It was clear that his opponent was not fighting a Fragrance-Planting Master for the first time; one could even say he fought them often.

"Your Majesty, have you forgotten the cautionary tale of relatives by marriage monopolizing power?" someone rolled their eyes and urged earnestly. No matter what, the Yun family could not be allowed to stand above the rest.