Chapter 34

"Ladies and gentlemen, these two mirrors are truly for display purposes only. If you wish to purchase mirrors, please feel free to visit our shop for a closer look!" Ling Yi, taken aback by the situation, hurriedly spoke up.

While changing the dressing on the wound at the base of San Gou’s thigh, Yang Muhua restrained the restless man and deftly steered the conversation elsewhere.

Yet, what she never expected was that Ling Yuxuan’s condition—a malady that had baffled the Ling family for ages—would be diagnosed by Liu Shisan, who, with a single move, brought her back to consciousness.

Chen Zhenguo paused after uttering his final sentence. Seeing that Zhu Youlang showed no signs of anger, he gathered his courage and continued.

"I don't know what I am either, but I do know this thing can save lives," Chen Yun said vaguely.

Furthermore, the 14th Division was not operating in isolation. During the divisional military briefing, Zhang Lingwu spoke to the group with a heavy heart.

Ye Taichen felt a heavy blow strike his arm, the impact vibrating through his very viscera. His body convulsed on the ground like a flopping fish, and he let out a loud, miserable cry.

"The Second Madam?" Watching them walk away, Gu Ling'er frowned and muttered to herself, her mind racing like a rollercoaster as she sifted through thoughts related to this Second Madam.

A cloud of dirt and gravel erupted into the air. The cliffside, meticulously fortified by the Japanese army, collapsed under the blast, sending a massive landslide cascading down, burying the positions and the soldiers above.

Ziling Xueyan was caught up in the laughter, too. Smiling, she asked in confusion, "Reminded of the Perching Dragon Pine?"

Taking advantage of the sparse crowd, I slipped out. In a secluded spot, I chanted an incantation to summon Qing Feng, Hu Tianling, and the others. Once they arrived, they asked me, "Sir, are we making our move tonight?"

Earlier, the old man had claimed he wasn't even a blacksmith's apprentice; why then did he now declare that he had advanced to the rank of blacksmith?

Before the door could even be shut, Jiu'er had already started the car. The speed surged instantly to its peak, overtaking the truck ahead with lightning velocity.

***

The trial was over, and the disciples had returned. Sighing inwardly at his perceived lack of standing among his peers, Chen Xuan headed toward the sect.

"No problem. You set the time and place," Lan Feng looked at Gu Yan with confidence. Though he was no match for Gu Yan, he would never back down.

The transport costs alone had run into the thousands of taels of silver. He had originally intended to sell them to some gullible fool at the auction just to recoup his expenses.

"Master, what is wrong?" Seeing the grave expression on Chen Xuan's face, Bao'er asked instinctively.

Zhang Tiezhui stepped forward and said, "Who exactly are you people? Why haven't I been able to find anything despite searching in Japan for so long?"

As the night faded and the day broke, it brought no hope, only wave after wave of stifling, maddening heat—more persistent than any call.

With a thunderous boom, Chen Yun was sent flying, blood spraying from his mouth once more! He slammed into the ground with a heavy thud.

Just then, the fox suddenly spoke: "E-even if I die, I... I will drag you down with me!" Immediately, its body began to swell.

The Sword Demon said, "Fine, let us decide the outcome with one strike." Knowing he was severely wounded and would surely perish if the fight dragged on, he decided to gamble; at least then he had a chance of winning.

"I’m not an idiot. If I could beat you, I would have already brought you to heel," Yang Bo retorted sharply.

Seeing Chu Feng, Luo Dali’s face instantly brightened. He realized that Chu Feng was likely about to take action at last.

The summoned Evil King spoke six words: three of "kill" and three of "die," projecting an aura of extreme evil and cold indifference.

He sensed that the ancient clan’s offensive formation had shifted, posing a grave threat to him.

***

Yi Yun caught a merchant selling clothing. Since garments were not contraband, they were legitimate goods, and Yi Yun felt it improper to "requisition" them. He produced a silver ingot and bought a large, loose robe to drape over himself.

To pass the time, the Wind-Thunder Dragon decided to save this lowly human. It emitted a yellow light from its maw, bathing Chen Yun’s body. Under the glow, the internal trauma of Chen Yun’s body began to stabilize and slowly mend.

However, he had no time to ask further questions; he hitched up the hem of his long robes, stepped over the threshold, and entered the manor.

"Perhaps we should just tell the truth! If Senior Su is willing, that would be best. If not, we can think of other ways!" After a long silence, Huang Yue was the first to speak.

What she couldn't understand was why both parties were crying foul the moment the news broke. Someone must be lying, and one of them was surely exploiting the other. Who was the true victim? Others could only speculate, unless one of them revealed the truth.

"So, Qingyan, have you prepared a gift as well?" After receiving two gifts in succession, Ashima’s mood improved further. She looked at Qingyan and teased.

As for Black Wind's younger brother, the master-level cultivator Black Cloud who had first clashed with Su Qingyin, Su Zizhan paid him no mind. He had merely snatched the man aside earlier, and now that Black Wind was dead, Su Zizhan cared nothing for what became of him.

He had clearly shifted the blame onto the two servants, yet Fang Li acted as if he hadn't heard, treating Tian Qi's apology as an admission of guilt.

Chi Chi tore through Wang's defenses with ease, leaving Fan Bingbing no chance, and then launched an attack without a hint of chivalry.

"Tie them all up!" Ming Jing felt a surge of relief. If Ohnoki hadn't held back at the start and later grown careless, the outcome might have been a different story. Thankfully, although there were some discrepancies, the overall situation remained under control.