Chapter 39: The Hall of Souls

Han Daqiang arrived with his followers outside the Jiang family residence.

For some time, the Han family had remained silent; on the surface, only the Long and Zhou families had stepped forward. The Jiang family naturally believed that the matter had been settled, that the Han family would no longer pursue it.

No one had expected Han Daqiang to reappear, and from his tone, it was clear he had not forgiven Lu Fei.

Old Master Jiang hurried out to greet them...

My heavens, what is that wild girl up to now? Is she planning to tell her mother about her own outrageous escapades? Kang Qiao stood by, grinning foolishly at the pair, neither speaking nor moving.

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Across the street from the GM building, Liang Zhe sat in a white sports car, tilting his head to see Lan Xiangting running out with reddened eyes. Just moments ago, his look of triumph had vanished, replaced by sudden wariness.

“So, you truly understand my intentions!” As Xuan Yuan Yi spoke, he was already at work, though he had practiced many times in private; he was still nervous, unable to properly arrange the hairpin several times, let alone adorn Sheng Mingzhu with the magnolia hair ornament.

Lan Xiangting shot her a glance and was about to speak, when Father Lan’s phone rang. At once, everyone fell silent, afraid to make a sound.

Stretching his arms, Chen Qingren looked at Gu Fei with utter disdain, then directly drew his bow and nocked an arrow.

“No matter what, you went too far this time.” His words no longer carried as much confidence.

Thus, Huangfu Rou confirmed her own suspicions. Though she did not know exactly how frail her body had become, with so many physicians declaring there was no hope, it was unlikely they were wrong. Miracles did exist, but they could not recur endlessly. She had already been fortunate enough. Now, she would let nature take its course.

Before Zhou Qingshuang could respond, a fierce wind arose, swirling snowflakes through the air. Snow tumbled from the courtyard’s outer walls. The pair hurried to the middle of the alley to avoid the falling drifts from the eaves.

Yet, that night’s events concerning Qian Xing had reached some ears. Rumors abounded—some curious, others mocking.

As soon as the words fell, an intensely cold aura burst from Lan Ying Masaccio’s body. It poured all its strength into the weapon in its hand; the blade cleaved the air, and a chill-laden arc of light traced a bright path.

Hafra, the supreme commander, summoned all his strength to wield his blade, severing the head of a monstrous creature. Exhausted, he dropped to one knee, then looked up at the battlefield under his guards’ protection.

With a cold, indifferent gaze, he surveyed the contestants. His eyes fixed on Ye Tian, staring as if he would devour him.

Xu Wuyou’s three-day seclusion was not without reason—Huang Mei had calculated the exact timing based on previous data. Indeed, Huang Mei’s calculations proved precise, not mere boasts.

Another ten minutes passed before the third military vehicle arrived. From the Humvee stepped a gaunt, graying middle-aged man. Although Ye Tian had never seen a photo of Rahman, he could recognize at once by his bearing that this was General Rahman, captain of the Egyptian Pharaoh’s Guard.

Lin Ai was not foolish enough to pit her magic directly against it. No matter who won, the loser would suffer. Besides, she heard footsteps from the third floor, and soon a head with a bizarre grin poked out from the balcony.

In a blink, the void shattered into countless gemstone-like particles, gathering like sand in the major general’s palm.

Though all were martial artists, in their youth, who would not yearn to see more of the bustling cities?

The convoy entered Cairo’s city center, greeted by a blend of modern and traditional styles. The Nile flowed like a silver chain through the heart of the city. From the overpass, boats could be seen gliding slowly on the river, their whistles echoing across the water.