Chapter 103: You Think You're a Qingdao Socialite?

Staring at the message sent by Chen Zhao on his phone, along with the business card that had been pushed to him, Shen He immediately added him as a friend.

He had only asked tentatively at first, never expecting Chen Zhao to actually have such connections—it was somewhat beyond his expectations.

However, the nickname "Qingdao Socialite" made him overthink.

Could it be that Chen Zhao had some indescribable past in Qingdao back in the day?

Moreover, the man was in his early forties, sporting a neat short haircut, tall and burly, muscles so well-defined they seemed ready to burst through his skin. He stood silently, exuding authority without anger, his dark eyes gleaming with an intimidating sharpness.

Recently, the Longyuan Dynasty had released a list of rising stars—specifically for martial artists under twenty-five—and it was filled with renowned prodigies.

When the cold wind energy collided with the golden-hued palm, the piercing chill was instantly absorbed and neutralized by the metallic energy. Qian Zhuofeng’s right hand thrust forward unhindered and gripped the Wind family disciple’s neck tightly.

Among those who came to celebrate the birthday, there were indeed some close friends of the Songshan Sect, but most were merely “friends” who relied on the sect’s influence to make a living in the martial world. They could cheer and wave flags, but naturally, they wouldn’t risk their lives for the sect. For a moment, the entire courtyard fell into a deathly silence, many unwilling to even draw a breath.

Seeing that the call was from Lin Wenrou, Han Xin’s heart sank with apprehension; he felt uneasy, especially since he was about to head to the capital to meet Dong Qiangwei.

If he hadn’t been injured, he wouldn’t have gone to Shaolin; if he hadn’t gone to Shaolin, he wouldn’t have coincidentally encountered Xiang Wentian being hunted by both righteous and evil factions beneath Songshan, nor been deceived by him into rescuing Ren Woxing.

Fang Yang tried channeling his energy, finding it free of any restrictions. This place was different from areas like the Guyashan Mountains; here, martial artists could fully unleash their strength.

This mountain path was the only route from the north into Hengshan City, where Yue Lingfeng had been stationed for two days, waiting for the senior nuns of the Hengshan Sect.

Inside the base, though there were many people, each appeared listless, and the entire compound was suffused with a sense of lifelessness.

The second-level police commissioner certainly knew who Chen Hui was. The moment Li Le’s casual remark prompted the West City boss to rush over recklessly, he immediately realized the situation was far graver than initially thought, and a cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

“Two Supreme Elders, how is the emperor’s condition?” Xiao Jun asked anxiously as he approached the elders.

After cross-checking, there was no mistake, but he felt a surge of panic as he pressed his fingers to Bing Feng’s pulse.

Meanwhile, Qi Tengyun was not idle. The instant the rats emerged, he snatched a wooden stick from a mischievous child and chased after the largest rat.

Pu Gui lowered his body and said, “Yes, master!” before turning to organize the household guards to each attend to their duties.

At that moment, he chose not to engage further with the Dragon Horn Fire Bull. With a swift flick of his wrist, a fist enveloped in crimson light appeared, smashing hard onto the bull’s head and knocking the fierce beast unconscious. Then, with a double-arm swing, he leapt into the air like a bird, pursuing two spirit poison masters.

He was considered well-off in Qinghe Village; ten or twenty taels of silver was certainly within reach.

Chu He’s quiver contained only a dozen or so armor-piercing arrows. He couldn’t have imagined that Li Mo could stand still and block three consecutive shots. This alone surpassed the skill of Hu Tong, the third-rank scholar official he had previously wounded.

“Yeah! Old Drunkard, what’s your plan?” The blind man’s eyes suddenly flashed with sharp light as he smiled.

The Bone Warrior seemed utterly enraged, swinging his circular iron sword fiercely at Lin Wei.

With matters here settled, Akelas lifted the two men off the ground and continued toward the next area. At that moment, ripples appeared in the space ahead, and a radiant figure materialized before everyone’s eyes.