Chapter 22: Mutual Blows

After that post went viral, it drew in a swarm of so-called experts and popular science influencers, who relentlessly mocked him, accusing him of deliberately courting attention and chasing online traffic. A small fraction of people believed him, some even joined the discussion, but their voices were quickly drowned out by the overwhelming tide of others.

Now, at this moment...

This sarcophagus was far larger than ordinary coffins, three times the size of the jade coffin seen in the bloody center of the South Sea Eye. Its material was ordinary bluestone, wrapped as Yao Hong had described, resembling a jade box. Placed atop golden and jade tiles, amid the grandeur of the dazzling hall, it exuded an inexplicable sense of discord.

“Alright… give me just one more day, I’ll bring you the evidence!” The middle-aged man thought carefully, then gritted his teeth and promised.

Besides, today I merely gave Li Fei a ride, barely exchanged a few words, hardly enough to accuse me of executing her on the spot, right?

To Lin Chu, Teacher Li Cuilian felt this way—she found it difficult to coax anything from him, as if he could never be pinned down for a promise, slippery and elusive.

Could there truly be something suspicious about this? Had their decision been too hasty? If so, they must act immediately and give the public an explanation, or the consequences would be unpredictable.

“Chef Teacher, back at the farmhouse, didn’t you swindle over a hundred million from those film company bosses?”

Que carried a portable changing system, though no one knew where he hid such a miraculous device; it was real nonetheless.

“Because there is no resurrection method in the Thunder Temple of the West!” One Thought shouted sternly, the voice rumbling like thunder, disturbing the heart.

Horseradish was truly fiery; one bite nearly brought tears. During the final rehearsals just days ago, Lin Chu had eaten plenty. At this stage, they had to use the real thing—otherwise, if anything went wrong, who would take responsibility?

Que’s body felt uncomfortable, but his mind remained as clear as ever. Reflected in his pupils were the pure white walls of the room and the white ceiling with a chandelier casting a steady bright glow.

Zhuang Sixian, despite his smugness, graciously praised Zhuang Mingju, though his words lacked sincerity and were laced with endless sarcasm.

“What should I do? I angered him just now; he must be upset.” Zi Feng hurried to chase after him and apologize.

Luoyang Xuan’s eyes reddened with fury. “Fine, you want it spilled on you? Good job!” He grabbed a vase, as if about to hurl it at his son.

Xie Wujie’s brows were tightly knit as he continued galloping forward. The guards quickly cleared a path, glancing back repeatedly to see how many people Xie Wujie had brought.

The special jonin locked in combat with Uchiha Ji was caught off guard by Uchiha Xuan’s sudden attack from the side, struck directly by Fire Slash. Fortunately, in that critical moment, he used Heavenly Return, avoiding the flames burning him.

Step after step up the stairs echoed like heavy blows to the hearts of the four feng shui masters. Hearing this, they exchanged glances, then silently returned to the sofa, their faces solemn, not uttering another word.

The main proponents in the war faction temporarily lowered their banners. Indeed, Han Fengxian’s appointment rendered their previous belief—that Shizhou’s border defenses were lax and that they could easily win if they attacked—no longer valid.

Luoyang Xuan released his grip from his son’s neck, turning to face the crowd of police and the chief who had just fired his gun.

Ma Qingqiu desperately wanted a rest, but even Anan hadn’t complained of fatigue; as a man, he felt too embarrassed to suggest a break. Besides, his immense curiosity about the cave ahead outweighed his physical exhaustion for the time being.