Volume One, Chapter 23: Hunting Wild Boar on the Mountain—Xia Zhiyuan Moves the Trap Marker

Captain Yang was not having much luck selling bamboo shoots at the market; this season brought an abundance of them, making prices low and sales difficult. He came over to check on Ji Junshan's stall and saw that the bamboo products were nearly sold out, while more young women came to inquire about embroidered shoes. Taking the initiative, he helped sell several pairs.

“Why don’t you go over there and sell the bamboo shoots? I’ll handle the embroidered shoes,” Captain Yang suggested.

Ji Junshan nodded. “Alright.”

An hour later, Captain Yang had sold all the embroidered shoes. He went to find Ji Junshan, only to discover that Ji Junshan had also managed to sell every last bamboo shoot—and at a surprisingly good price.

“How did you manage that?” Captain Yang asked, utterly astonished.

Ji Junshan smiled and replied...

“Disciple, have you found the method yet?” At this moment, Xiao Yao Wuji asked with anticipation. Although he was a star-level master, he was intensely curious about the affairs of Peng Wei and the other two.

“Certainly!” Over there, Liuke and his companions were calling Lin Xia over. Lin Xia smiled, waved to Wen Li and Lando, and pulled Baggio along as she walked over.

“Hehe, I’m just going out for a stroll.” Lin Feng gave the same answer as before, having no reason to tell Liu Jing the truth.

The car came to a slow stop. The general in military attire approached her, said nothing, and simply reached out to draw her firmly into his arms.

Taking the envelope of gift money from the messenger, she walked straight to her sister’s room, unhurried and graceful, each step measured and elegant.

“Father, what should I do now?” The Empress stared blankly at the flickering candle on the desk, her voice flat and devoid of emotion. Her son was dead, yet it seemed she was the only one mourning.

She was quietly vexed at her own unwarranted suspicions. Though fate had never favored them, she knew his character better than anyone. How could she entertain such terrible thoughts about him?

But now, where had those potted plants gone? The ugly doll carved from a tree root, and his usual deep blue bed sheets—where were they now?

“What are you planning?” Lin Xia looked at Carilan, startled by her murderous expression.

“It’s not convenient to discuss over the phone. I’ll come to your place tonight!” said Nangong Chu. Ouyang Jue? Let’s see what his background is. If he’s easy to deal with, perhaps he can be removed.

She instinctively tried to retract into her ring space but unexpectedly brought in both the chain and the Alien Queen along with her.

To be blunt, even the ordinary dining hall of Yuhua Sect could easily outshine Qionghua Sect’s so-called millennium legacy.

After all, he had invited Director Xu’s family over without Han Yu’s consent and was worried Han Yu might object, hence his cautious approach.

“It’s nothing, I just deleted everything after you. I didn’t touch anything before that! As for you, with your depleted energy, you’re no match for me. I’m not interested in fighting. Yanwu, it’s yours now! Remember to leave the crystals for me!” With that, Liu Ye flew off toward the Ma S camp.

The beast dog was precisely Chu Mu’s breed. Without a mirror, one couldn’t know what one looked like.

“Your Majesty, the one who knows the secret has come with me and now wishes to see you,” Zhao Cheng reported.

Murong Qingran’s heart clenched upon hearing this. Why was he so calm? Why had he stopped crying? Why no more outbursts? Her gaze snapped to Qi Yu’s legs—his hands were clenched tightly there, a streak of red dripping from his palm onto his trousers, yet he uttered not a sound.

He wore dark, fitted clothing, his posture upright. The oil lamp on the prison wall cast a faint glow, illuminating his striking features and celestial bearing.

Fang Qingwei was the first to jump out and tag Gu Kun, worried he hadn’t noticed her, quickly adding another message.

Beneath the low laurel tree stood a burly young man in robes, calmly gazing at a parallel world, the corner of his mouth curling into a faint, enigmatic smile.

Ye Jianglin’s fingertips were cooler than Yi Mu’s body temperature; Yi Mu relished the contrast and closed his eyes.

“They won’t drag this out forever. With winter upon us, they’ll need a trigger to attack—a snowstorm, or a night of dark winds and moonless skies,” said Zhuge Fangming.

“All these years, your skin is still so thick!” Qin You muttered at the closed car door.

Pei Ying walked at the front, followed by a group, making their way in a grand procession toward the main hall. Pei Ying sat at the head of the hall, dressed in navy robes, his expression serious. Upon seeing Pei Ying, there was a slight softening in his demeanor.

She had made exceptions to treat several familiar people and had healed them, but it was only those few. As for others, Qin Xue had yet to break her principle of refusing treatment.

Just now, so many of them had been intimidated into retreating. If word got out, it wouldn’t sound good.

Raya bid farewell to Xu Zang, grateful that he hadn’t harmed her father. She knew that upon returning, she must persuade her father to rein in his ambitions; otherwise, Xiliang wouldn’t even be able to hold on to its current territory.

Seeing Murong Xuan stride in with great purpose, Yu Xin felt aggrieved beyond measure and was desperate to pour out her feelings.

The officer surnamed Liu’s face stiffened, lacking the confidence to challenge Zeng Guangzhao, so he nodded.

The kitten in her arms was curious about everything, its eyes wide as it surveyed the surroundings, wondering where the attacks came from.

The night sky was torn open, revealing a giant door, seemingly leading to another world.

Tang Qin quietly uploaded the assistant’s photos of the hotpot feast to her Weibo account.

What he didn’t know was that his son was a fierce contender in the arena, and most of his opponents ended up dead, or if not dead, paralyzed.

“Rest,” Yan Sheng answered succinctly, hopping off the carriage to tie it to a tree before heading into the woods to gather firewood.

The days passed like that. Ming Yichen would take me home and leave, and for more than ten days we spoke not a word, as if in a lovers’ cold war.

Tianbai glanced at Muye beside him, sensing he had something to say, so she addressed Tianzhi.

“What does the prince want to do? I’ll accompany you,” Nan Yu said, her tone softer, her demeanor improved.

Just as it was about to break free and gradually fade back into the outside world, it was summoned back with a wave of Youjing’s hand.

Having obtained the desired information, the man wasted no time in calling out his price.

“Sorry!” In the end, she could only bow her head and apologize, her clever mind already guessing what had happened.

At that moment, in a certain place in Jingzhou, a ripple suddenly spread. Qin Yuanmou was stunned, looking toward it in confusion, and Run Boran was the same. Both revealed shocked expressions and glanced at each other.