Chapter 75: A Balance of Kindness and Authority

Jiang Butong and Jiang Yuan felt as though they had narrowly escaped death, as if even the King of Hell refused to receive them. The two of them raised their cups and toasted each other.

“Come, come, let’s celebrate. You two have survived disaster—good fortune will surely follow!” Chen Sheng also lifted his cup and clinked it against theirs.

“Be careful from now on,” Chen Sheng reminded them, not forgetting to offer a word of caution.

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Outside the window, early autumn had arrived. Many of the leaves on the trees had begun to take on a withered yellow hue. Though they had yet to fall, it seemed they would not last much longer.

“A letter?” Fan Li was curious, and continued, “It’s not just a letter for you, my lord—they’ve posted it everywhere!” Fan Li was even more puzzled. “Posted everywhere? If it’s for me, why put it up all over the place? What is Sima Yi up to?” With this thought, Fan Li took the letter from the attendant and unfolded it.

The shop assistant knew Rui Lin was with Ling Yue’s group and nodded politely at her. Then, calling over another clerk, he hurriedly wrote a notice reading “Sold Out,” posted it outside, and shut the shop doors.

As the enemy drew near, Lin Moyao, at the front, gave a crisp order. Her graceful figure darted directly toward the infernal clouds, while Lin Yi, at that very moment, leapt back in a sudden burst. In the blink of an eye, he cleared the ranks of guards and lunged toward the figure in white.

Lin Yi was momentarily unnerved by the shadows, hastily raising his long sword in time to intercept several of them.

“You said it yourself,” White Wolf’s face twisted into a bloodthirsty snarl. He was by no means an easy opponent. Years of wandering the world and his family’s martial arts had made him formidable. His strength far surpassed his unassuming appearance. He often killed those monsters who mistook him for weak—otherwise, the tiger-headed beast at his side would not submit so meekly.

Old Man Mo Yi had wagered with Nalan Xue before, but… in all the hundreds of bets, he had never won! Now, at last, there was a chance to best Nalan Xue—how could he let it slip by?

Sparks flew as Murong Shanshan’s spirit blade was knocked aside for the first time. The tremendous force sent her flying backward, and she landed hard among the grass. Her face was full of unwillingness as she stared straight at the knight before her.

At this moment, Consort Han’s gaze was icy, shooting cold rays at the black man. Clearly, his sudden appearance had been planned by the opposition, intended both as an act of intimidation and as a way to humiliate Wang Nanbei and his companions.

“Only three days left! What should I do?” Li Mu watched Da Yu draw closer, pondering inwardly and sighing unconsciously.

“They’ve all left,” Tong Mengyao repeated to Meng Fan what she had just said.

Li Quan, still focused on driving, didn’t notice Li Jinjing’s inexplicable comment. His attention was fixed on the red BMW behind them, which had started pursuing him after being overtaken on a sharp turn.

“The soldiers of the Second Company are useless. They’re terrified by a dozen or so level-two agile zombies,” said Deng Chao, the sniper from the Third Company, with disdain.

With that, One-Eye wagged his tail and scampered back to the battlefield he had just ravaged. Gazing at the perfectly leveled, crystalline plain—unseen by Qin Tian—he grinned fiercely.

Huzi and I listened and watched the villa courtyard. We couldn’t see what was happening inside—the wall was at least two meters high.

Upon hearing Mu Cangnan’s words, Qing Lin, Long Wushang, and the Emperor of Donghua all burst out laughing, mocking Mu Cangnan, who, though a Shadow Lord of the Nine Shadows, was so ignorant.

“Let’s just wait and see for now,” said Zhang Yuan helplessly, feeling at a loss for the first time.

But at that instant, the three great Sacred Ancestors all broke into uproarious, hysterical laughter—so wild and inexplicable that no one could make sense of it.