Chapter 133: Dismiss Those Petty Thoughts

Dong Yuxiang pleaded desperately with Qin Dong, nearly dropping to his knees, overwhelmed by a sense of impending disaster.

“Second Master, I can testify that the worst culprit in this whole affair is Lu Fei. He has been the one trying to cause trouble for you all along.”

Jiang Bo chimed in from the side, now firmly backing Dong Yuxiang, seeing this as future leverage in his pursuit of Dong Yue.

Colleagues at the company, upon hearing this, all cast Lu Fei disdainful looks.

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Jian Mo’s heart had already begun to sink, yet she strove to maintain calm, even managing a faint smile at the corner of her lips.

Ye Ziyu was now little different from the living dead; pregnant and with burns that could not be treated, even some medications were off-limits.

Li Zhiyang’s group knew that Li Hongjun had been heartbroken at home for days. For three days straight, he had eaten poorly and slept restlessly, agonizing over how his three hundred million worth of assets had slipped away. His grief was so deep he could neither eat well nor sleep soundly.

Yang Han dared not be careless. The sacred sword technique of Baojian Mountain was renowned throughout Cang Prefecture, and not without merit. A tremor ran through his spirit platform as a towering sword tree erupted forth, finally transforming into a radiant, multicolored treasure tree that he grasped firmly in his hand.

“Commander, this expedition is a taxing endeavor. Are you aiming to settle the troubles at Taoyuan Town once and for all?” Jiang Song asked, refilling Commander Mai’s cup.

Such expenses were beyond the reach of ordinary folk. Moreover, Jian Mo’s funds were usually reserved for Su Mo’s medical treatments and hospital equipment.

“If one could truly pierce through the endless ages and glimpse a fragment of the future, that would be utterly terrifying,” Yang Han thought, his body shuddering. A being standing at the pinnacle of divine paths was indeed awe-inspiring.

Meanwhile, the pursuing forces, driven by their mission from Wang Song and the need to secure provisions for Wan City, were each unnervingly fervent.

Liu praised with a raised brow: “Since the change in Yizhou’s leadership, they’ve become quite clever. But there is still old grudges and new hatred between the two families; they cannot just reconcile through talks.” He seemed to anticipate something, his gaze greedy.

Chief Meng had seen many great figures, yet not even the Emperor of North Wu had given him such an unapproachable aura. The people from Zhenrong Prince’s mansion were truly extraordinary.

“Is there nothing you wish to say?” Xia Nanze’s voice, tinged with irritation, snapped her back from her daze.

Tears had been washed away by rain through the night, and the wounds from the whippings on her back began to inflame, yet she remained numb to the pain.

“I turned off the device, then secretly put it back,” Gu Shanshan said with a smile as she recounted the matter.

Li Chengye and Gan Xin lay breathless in the fields. That night, they had no idea how many thieves they had driven off while stealing grain.

“Wan Ling makes a valid point,” the matriarch said, settling into her rosewood armchair, evidently preparing to thoroughly investigate the matter at hand.

But the training ground on the vast plain lay too far from Fenglei City; Lei Sheng had run from morning till night before finally coming upon a towering wall.

Xin Qing suddenly snapped out of that strange train of thought from before, the shrill sound of horns still ringing.

While the sisters-in-law were exchanging confidences, the great matron’s wailing suddenly echoed from the inner chambers. Wen Shi and Duan Yuran sprang up in alarm and rushed inside.

The Ghost King seemed to be struggling in agony, yet in truth, except for his neck, the rest of his body was flowing slowly, like viscous liquid. Only then did I realize—the Ghost King was a ghost, a hungry ghost.

“If you want everyone to know about that matter, then run,” a faint voice whispered beside them. The two instantly deflated, resigned, and listlessly turned to face Dalian Temple’s Linglu.

Though all engaged in the tea trade, and gathered together now, once apart they were rivals. Everyone secretly hoped for the downfall of their competitors. Du Chenglin and his group were now shut out by the Transcendence Company, which secretly delighted the others.