Chapter 39: Asking for Trouble

That night, the Song residence was unnaturally quiet.

Wang Ruyun, dressed in the finery of a noblewoman, paced back and forth in the floral hall.

A young servant stumbled in from outside, panicked, and cried out, "Madam, Madam, it is terrible! The young master has been detained at the Jingzhao Prefecture!"

Wang Ruyun was jolted, her expression shifting as she hurriedly asked, "How could he have been taken to the Jingzhao Prefecture? Did Magistrate Ji not intervene..."

"Do nothing unnecessary," Beidou said languidly, his voice indifferent and cold, neither arrogant nor impatient, calm and composed.

In truth, such a warning was redundant; after the scene Liang Dong had just caused, anyone with a shred of sense would know better than to stir up trouble at the Zhao residence. In someone else's territory, did they really think they could still make waves?

"Why?" Lu Feiyang’s disdain for this fellow only deepened. It was because what this man wanted to say was exactly what he himself had guessed.

Later, when Wang Yu's family saw Deng Jianjun constantly cooped up at home, bullied by Wang Yu at every turn, they could no longer bear it and donated a position as vice-principal for him at Linjiang Middle School. Only then did Deng Jianjun gradually begin to look like a man.

Gu Xiaobei chuckled, utterly carefree. At that moment, her heart was filled entirely with Wu Chuang. She viewed him as the embodiment of everything beautiful in her life, wishing only to be with him; she did not care what price she had to pay.

The changes in the sky were becoming increasingly evident. Even Ouyang Xiao, who had been momentarily stunned by Ji Shaoran’s frantic outburst, realized something was wrong.

"Kill Liao Yun. Use any means necessary. You have seven days," the future mission stated, causing Xu Zhe to frown.

Gu Xiaobei planted a crisp, affectionate kiss on Li Haonan’s cheek. "Thank you, Dad!" she cheered, then ran outside.

"Fellow Daoist Zhang, have you discovered something?" Wusun Pei asked hurriedly, glancing at the somewhat dazed Wei Yan.

"Then vanish!" Chu Tian sneered, slowly raising the Heaven-Shocking Sword. But at that very moment, his expression shifted abruptly. He lowered the sword just as quickly, while Lu Feiyang felt his body struck by a massive surge of energy, and the spatial array vanished in an instant.

After all, the underworld soldiers were formidable and tireless; they never shirked their duties, and digging thirty pits each was a simple task for them.

In an instant, the entire ancestral aperture was illuminated by flames, and Yang Yi's divine fire became even more magnificent.

Thus, although Tao Hongjing styled himself the "Twenty-Seventh Generation Heavenly Master of Maoshan," it implied that there had been twenty-six masters before him.

Miraculously, the source of the waterfall was hidden within the thick, black clouds overhead. It was impossible to tell where the water flowed from before reaching the deep pool.

At the same time, the Earth Dragon King of the Void, Mu Chenye, and the others retreated rapidly, fearing they might be infected by that terrifying, strange disease.

The foreman took one look and saw that it was indeed just an empty tank with no fish. He was immediately struck by an ominous premonition.

His left arm was gone—completely vanished! It had been shattered by that long black needle, leaving not even a scrap behind.

"Very well, I will accompany you for a journey, but it can be no longer than six months. I have many matters in my sect to attend to and cannot be away for too long." The two finally reached an agreement.

Xu Ruoye and Liu Qianren said nothing more to Wu Yan. They glanced at him, then followed Qian He out of the Dancao Hall.

In an instant, the energy stored within the Chaos Void was burned away in one breath, unleashing the full power of the Chaos Blood Sword.

When all is said and done, humans are biological beings. The primary tenet of any biological being is survival; compared to survival, notions of gentlemanly conduct are nothing but nonsense.

At the Ye family’s training grounds at the foot of the mountain, once those words were spoken, the many Ye family disciples, previously filled with fervor, found themselves united in a common cause, cheering and shouting in support of Ye Long and his party as they entered the arena.