Chapter 123: Deliberate Intent

“I still don’t understand. If these three people just made up someone randomly, how would I know who’s telling the truth and who’s lying?”

“Don’t worry about that. First, secure them. I’ll borrow something from someone, then we’ll take these people to the designated place. There will definitely be a way to figure out who the real culprit is,” Shu said.

“Mastering this technique isn’t exactly easy, but it’s not impossible either. You need my guidance, or else no matter how long you practice, it won’t do any good,” Jiang Yi said slowly.

For a moment, ghostly winds howled, fangs gleamed, ocean beasts’ jaws snapped, and blades clashed with swords, stirring the stars in the sky for an entire day.

In fact, it wasn’t just the Aisin Gioro family that had such radical factions; other noble families descended from emperors also had their share of such people.

“Is it really that powerful?” Everyone was shocked. They had received pills and cultivation methods from Jiang Huairen, greatly boosting their strength, but hearing Jiang Huairen’s words, they still found it hard to believe.

In this ordinary school, most students came from average families. Wealthy individuals like Li Junjie usually spent their money attending better schools.

“Hello, may I ask if Doctor Jiang Yi is home? I’m his friend, Joanna,” she said with a sweet smile, stepping forward with a slight bow, her tone gentle.

“Yaksha, go check on Huaxia and see what Ghost Thorn is doing. It’s been too long, and he hasn’t returned,” Zumo said impatiently, sending someone to investigate.

His phoenix-like eyes were outlined with eyeliner slanting towards his temples, and his deep gaze held a captivating allure.

“Miss Lin, there are currently three passages. How can we tell which one the intruder has entered?” Xu Yang asked, puzzled.

She was an elderly woman, seemingly in her seventies or eighties, her face wrinkled and her demeanor cold, as if she had just stepped out from a coffin.

Two figures, completely out of place in this setting, sat quietly in a corner of the hall, seemingly whispering to each other.

Lu Mingyu withdrew his hand and nodded. “Very well. If you’re injured, you can also see the doctor while you’re at it.” With that, he walked toward his car parked not far away.

“But no one in the various halls has taken the test, except for you in the Jiuhua Hall. Could it be that this person is not a disciple of your Jiuhua Hall?” Elder Yang Wuqi asked.

Yue Linghan paid no attention to their words. As if sensing something, he shifted his gaze to the second floor, where a familiar figure was crouched by the railing.

Today’s crabs were all large, so each was sold for one and a half yuan, and buyers were quite enthusiastic.

The energy wave approaching was sensed from over 200 meters away, a rebound of energy from a cliff’s fracture. It was like a scorching fierce wind that forced the four of them to muster their true energy to resist; facing it head-on was difficult.

Upon closer inspection, everyone noticed that not only had the cockroach’s entire body changed, but its weapon—the forelegs—had also undergone a tremendous transformation. Now, those legs had thickened and enlarged, with the foreclaws turning into two golden cannon barrels, one on each side.

At this moment in Donghuo City, Meng Yin stood atop the highest tower. The sea breeze whipping from the coast made the banners flutter noisily. He gazed into the distance with a thoughtful expression.

Liu Bo delivered a kick to the man’s back. Qi Yu wobbled and fell forward, his hands sinking into the shifting sands, which tumbled down in a cascade.

In my heart, I sighed silently. If it were possible, I would rather he abandon the identity and responsibilities of Murong Lian and truly indulge in the mountains and rivers, living freely and unrestrained.

After sending Izé off, Yi Yao gently closed the door, leaned against it, and slowly slid down to sit on the floor, curling up. She hugged her legs tightly, resting her delicate face on her knees, her eyes vacant as she stared at the few suitcases. The urge to cry welled up inside her once more.