Chapter 54: Farewell

Yet, in the end, she could not bring herself to do it.

Su Tang: "Many thanks, Aunt. However, there is one matter I wish to consult you about."

The title of "Aunt" caused the smile on the Madam of the State Duke’s face to broaden, and Feng Yin’s lips curled upward as well.

"Speak freely," said the Madam.

"Under the laws of the Great Qian, what is the punishment for murder?" Su Tang asked.

The Madam looked toward the Heir’s wife, who replied, "For premeditated murder, if it is an attempted act, the sentence is three years of penal servitude."

Such people—the more you try to prove yourself to them, the more you ignore them, the more miserable and irritable they become... Liu Yong understood this well.

"It was meant to be that way, but I... I was too eager to come, so I had Wuming bring me first, and the others are following behind," Huangfu Sheng replied.

When the three reached the dining hall, the others had already arrived. Everyone was chattering and laughing; perhaps this was the calm before the storm.

As the stone-cutting continued, the chatter of the onlookers rose constantly in the surrounding area.

"It’s you?" Zhou Yuan naturally recognized Chu Feng. He had been working undercover at the Martial Arts Tournament for the past few days, and in his spare time, he would glance toward the arena. He was certainly well aware of the strength Chu Feng had displayed.

The five or six remaining tentacles lashed out viciously at Wei Wuming and the other. Wei Wuming and Yuan Wuhui exchanged a look, and together they unleashed their Dragon Horn Sword and Demon Slaying Sword, sending forth countless surges of sword energy.

However, with Han Yueqiao’s keen eye, she could naturally tell that these flowers were rare treasures found nowhere else in the world. Unable to help herself, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, and a rich fragrance immediately drifted into her nostrils.

But this move by Liu Yong had truly struck Song Xuan’s most vulnerable spot; it hit his Achilles' heel so suddenly that Song Xuan felt his blood rush to his head.

"Thump, thump, thump..." Just as Chu Feng was about to enter the villa from the balcony, a series of hurried footsteps echoed from the corner of the balcony ahead of him.

Han Yueqiao was not boasting when she said this; if she had truly harbored murderous intent just now, the Demon Clan elder would have suffered far more than just a couple of slaps.

***

What surprised him even more was that the Shadow Demon tracks were actually connected to the Imperial Palace. Furthermore, he had confirmed that the Black Fish Hall Master—that is, Changsun Bozhong—also came from the Imperial Palace and maintained contact with the Emperor. Did they know that the other was also a member of the palace?

"As long as you can wake Dorje Palan, we will certainly pay you handsomely," Tashi Dorje said.

Yet, upon his birth, he was forced to face a harsh reality. When he could only confront the reality head-on, he said: "In my past life, I sought immortals and gods with all my heart. In this life, I will cultivate neither immortals, nor gods, nor demons. I shall cultivate only the way of the demon. From this day forward, my name is Lang Hongxiang."

Furthermore, the third day of the third lunar month was the birthday of the Queen Mother of the West. On this day, the Jade Pool Sacred Land was exceptionally lively; gods from all walks of life gathered on the Kunlun Immortal Island, waiting for the Peach Banquet to begin.

The Yellow Emperor was truly worried and had not eaten any food for a day. Everyone tried to persuade him to eat, but to no avail; even the Empress Leizu’s entreaties were politely refused.

Upon entering the main gate, a red carpet was laid out all the way to the main hall. Both sides were filled with people offering blessings in the Tibetan language, each presenting several Khata scarves.

Of course, there were shops that appeared closed on the surface while quietly celebrating inside. These were the Interstellar Firm founded by Qian Tong and the Feiyang Chamber of Commerce founded by Zhu Wanguan. Though these two organizations appeared to have nothing to do with each other on the surface, they were both, in fact, owned by Lin Yumeng.

Gonggong, caught off guard, realized he had been tricked. By the time he attacked Qin Guang again, he had no strength left. He appeared soul-stricken, his face turning sallow, sweat beading on his forehead, and he was clearly in agony.

Watching Tang Feng’s retreating back, Lin Haonan’s face was filled with emotion and resolve: "From now on, Haonan will be the real Haonan, not a coward."

The apprentices sent by Zhang Donghai practiced massage techniques different from Lin Mei’s. Lin Mei’s massage was gentler, whereas the techniques of these male apprentices were remarkably vigorous.

Xie Feng did not understand why the police wanted him to tell Song Xin about these circumstances, but she had indeed been a great help this time. His family had prepared a banquet and invited her, but she declined, claiming she was busy. The mere thought of the cluster of people in the Xie family made her dizzy; she had no desire to go at all.

"We have substitutes. We bring two from the youth training team for every match just to make a show of it—like those two behind us—but we won't let them play," Taotao said, gesturing toward the back.

Speaking these words made the oppression he had felt since arriving in Munich feel much lighter.

"This Brother Piao is just too impressive!" Old Jian recalled the line, "You are welcome to report me to the police station at any time," and couldn't help but feel his blood boil.

But before she could speak, Song Mingyue saw through her intentions and shot her a cold glare, signaling her to restrain herself.

Tristner, meanwhile, helped Varus bandage the wounds on his hands and took charge of coordinating the team members on site.

***

"Shopkeeper, here is ten taels of silver. Remove that wooden lattice in the middle," the man said as he tossed the silver to the shopkeeper.

After realizing what she had just been thinking about, Shen Lanci immediately closed her eyes and fiercely reviled herself in her heart.

Song Mingyue pursed her lips in silence, her face flushed red. The bashfulness rising in her heart made her feel somewhat awkward.

The self-opinionated Japanese. They always assumed the Yamato race was the most superior in Asia, just as Hitler obstinately believed the Germanic people were heaven’s chosen favorites.

"Father, why can we not join forces and fight the Cao army to the death?" Sun Shao asked, feeling unreconciled.

Xiang Ru cupped his hands and bowed deeply. He was retreating only to advance, ensuring he could make the old fox Murong Bai bleed heavily later.

As long as cliques existed out in the open, the court could find ways to control them. Those who formed parties in the public eye naturally dared not attack too fiercely if they wished to maintain a good image. Since he could not eliminate them, Zhu Jun’s method was simply to control them.

"Then I can tell you with certainty: if you want my Feng'er's life, you will have to step over my dead body," Qin Xiao replied with a solemn face.

She shuffled out of the room in her slippers and saw Lu Cang carrying Southwest inside, followed by a doctor and a nurse.

Qian Jinbao said nothing, rolled his eyes at Helian Rong, and ignored her. He couldn't even be bothered to refute her words, which left Helian Rong feeling somewhat ashamed.

To kill a demon, Xiang Ru had many methods, but for a cultivator, it was quite difficult. Immersing the demon in a lava lake was a relatively simple method.

Wagu was truly unwilling to accept this, but if there was ultimately no other way, he would not mind choosing to perish together with the four of them. Regardless, he did not want them to live freely after killing him.

"What do you want to let me go?" Since he knew they were enemies, Long Chao felt even calmer. He was not afraid of Liu Badao; as long as he knew who he was dealing with, he had his own ways to handle it.