Chapter 80: Capsized in the Gutter

Each vehicle could fit ten people, making them nimble and efficient.
“We’re ready. This afternoon I’ll check everything again. If all goes well, we’ll act tonight,” Jiang Yuan said.
Jiang Bu told Eagle to keep watch over the brothers, ordering them to stay in Zhou’s warehouse and forbidding anyone from going out. This precaution was to prevent the Thirteen Eagles from planting spies among them.
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“Today is Lin Peng’s big day. Are you coming with us or not?” Valentine asked.
A cold pistol was already pressed against Wang Xuanlong’s head, and the one holding it was none other than Peng Xianxian.
“Oh? Why?” The others asked curiously, and the advisors in the room turned to look at Guang Yexun.
To Cui Feng and his companion, Ning Chong seemed to be punching and kicking at the air, as if possessed. But Ning Chong’s eyes were clear, his face grave, showing no sign of derangement.
“What’s actually happening? How serious is it?” Ye Liaosha was utterly confused by Yu Ruotong’s words and asked anxiously.
Although Peng Mo was speaking, his eyes never left Jin Xiuchen. He sensed Jin shifting slightly beneath the covers, and a premonition struck him. Sure enough, Jin tickled his waist lightly. Peng Mo was terribly ticklish, and his body went stiff, but with Lian Feng present, he dared not react.
He quickly scanned the contents of the note, pondered for a moment, then stuffed it into his mouth, chewing and swallowing it. Before leaving, he entered Lady Li’s chamber and fed her enough sleeping powder to keep her unconscious for three days.
“What are you doing here?” The emperor walked toward Chengqian Palace and spotted Jin Roujia and Peng Mo in the pavilion from afar, approaching them.
He grabbed Zhao Yazhi, who hadn’t yet reacted, pressed his lips to her rosy cherry mouth, and at the same moment, his tongue sought the other half.
So, after repeated self-convincing, Ji Chengtian believed betraying Lin Xian carried little risk and would hardly affect him at all. Wasn’t that the truth? Bing Qirui had admitted as much himself.
For a long time, Li Zixiao couldn’t utter a word; Liang Yan observed quietly, smiling inwardly but not showing it. Her words were cold, her demeanor even colder.
“How dare you!” Blaze was furious. If his people were killed right under his nose, how could he retain any honor on the continent?
Feng Jiao’s face paled as she anxiously touched her belly, her worries mounting. She hadn’t considered the possibility; was the back courtyard truly rife with intrigue? This child—her heart was crumbling bit by bit. Princess Luxiang’s smile grew brighter, knowing Feng Jiao was wavering.
Kume Masao was the medicine boy, now serving Koda exclusively. Hearing Young Master Koda speak, he shrank his neck in fear. Lingyun Dodge? Was that fierce monster really coming back?
Only now, on this rainy night, did he begin to believe the legends. Werewolves were real, and had always lived in these wild woods.
Only now did he start to question, studying the people before him intently. Their gear was impressive, most were skilled, mostly young, with only a few middle-aged among them.
Such humiliation and disgrace—even if the family had declined and should avoid war—no one could endure this: “You go too far! If you wish to destroy the Divine Walkers, let’s see if you have the power!” With a sweep of the golden scepter, an unmatched golden light shot forth.
In the midst of desperate tension: break the formation with wisdom, with cunning, with strength... If none of these work, try breaking it with death! This line, recorded in the Phantom Lord’s Illusionary Arts, suddenly flashed through Shenxing Wuji’s mind.