Chapter 26: What's Wrong with Slapping You?

“Jiang Family’s patriarch, Jiang Chen, what’s wrong with slapping you?”

In the banquet hall, Jiang Chen’s slap silenced the entire gathering.

Everyone looked at Jiang Chen in shock, their hearts in turmoil.

Yet Jiang Chen remained utterly composed. Gazing at the somewhat bewildered Chen Jun, he let out a soft, amused laugh, his expression tinged with playfulness. “Don’t you know…”

“You flatter me, Young Master,” Guiguzi replied with a gentle chuckle. Still, a flash of pride glinted in his clouded eyes—no one dislikes hearing praise, not even Guiguzi, especially when those words come from Li Feng, a noble candidate for the Tang Empire’s young emperor.

Upon entering the Silent Forest, only then did Xing Lian realize why it truly deserved its name.

The wound at his neck wasn’t deep and had already been bandaged, but it still throbbed with pain—a constant reminder that being a summoner was far from a game.

He couldn’t help but feel puzzled. After meeting Le Bing, he had investigated her background: once dubbed the greatest wastrel in the Bright Feather Kingdom, she not only possessed formidable strength but was also this skilled at wilderness survival.

Lan Qingqing breathed a quiet sigh of relief. As long as the Empress Dowager summoned the imperial physician, it would buy them some time. Surely Jing Ye’s men were nearby, and once they saw the commotion here, they would inform him at once.

…Her teachers and companions had all been attacked. Zhenyi closed her eyes, blinded by the sudden glare, and gritted her teeth as she pulled out her kunai.

Master Yuan didn’t respond to this advice at all. With a swagger, he strode toward the front courtyard. Zhu Da and Zhou Qingyun were almost caught off guard. Glancing at Scholar Qin Chuan, then at each other, they hurried to follow.

As for that forest, she had once considered venturing there alone for training. Now, aside from giving Ning Zui one spirit refining stone, she still had four left and had lost interest in that place. Naturally, she hadn’t thought about the route at all.

Still, he didn’t hesitate; stepping forward, he thrust his spear directly at the creature.

In the secret vault, blood covered the ground, and cries of pain echoed unceasingly. The enraged red ants, once provoked, grew even more brutal in their methods, as if they meant to leave no one alive.

This was truly an oversight. Who could have guessed that the tea served to Mei Qianxuan that day had been laced with something to make singing difficult? Did she not drink it? Was she really that vigilant?

Let me tell you: a police officer’s duty is to spend the precious little money available on tackling the most difficult and dangerous problems that threaten the people.

While waiting for news, everyone in the room held their breath, the atmosphere unbearably tense.

So this was the challenge, then. Understanding the rules, Cheng Xue felt her heart settle. Next, she needed only to break through.

The black-clad figure had already noticed the warning and turned to strike at the rapidly approaching Mo Zihan.

“Impossible! Your house is so big, with so many rooms—there’s no way you don’t have a guest room,” Han Qiqi said as she marched over and rapped Gu Chen sharply on the head.

But the only strange thing was that one of the meridians was blocked, radiating a faint chill that Mo Zihan could feel—a cold, yin meridian.

Even so, the leader of the North Sea Sect was not as idle as the family at Flying Cliff Peak. Sect Master Feng stayed only a day; after visiting Cheng Li and the others, he hurried back to the sect.

“Fine! I’ll give you a satisfactory report at the end of the term!” Han Qiqi gritted her teeth, yanking the bag forcefully in her frustration.

Zhang Shan glanced at the front gate and, seeing no one, her face changed. “Oh no, I was so busy chasing Jia Le that I forgot Li Si doesn’t know the way—what if he gets bitten by a dog?” She hurried out, cursing her own carelessness.