Chapter 58: An Explanation

"Rustle, rustle!"

Amidst the towering mountains that pierced the clouds, two agile figures darted through the dense forest. Rugged mountain trails and precipitous cliffs posed no obstacle to their swift strides.

Jiang Chen followed easily behind Ye Wan’er, heading straight for the mountainside. He found himself rather surprised—this girl, who seemed so delicate and frail, actually had some skill, though...

A supreme power—such an entity was a true colossus! On the East Ming Continent, these supreme powers were limited to the Righteous Alliance, the Ghost Sect, the Confucian Order, the Buddhist Spirit Temple, and the Demon and Monster Clans. In all of East Ming, there were only six such forces. Yet here on the North Sea Continent, the righteous side alone boasted three such supreme powers.

When those people fell to the ground, their faces ashen as if staring death in the eye, their breaths shallow and faint—they were barely clinging to life, too weak even to cry out in pain.

Zhang Xuan arched an eyebrow, studying the others attentively. Han Zhongli was imposing as ever—once a general in the Han Dynasty, he had heard tales of mountains falling from the sky to suppress the Great Sage.

There was nothing to be done—who could have predicted that thanks to a post worthy of the UC Shock Department, she would already be trending on today’s hot search?

"Come, each of you enter your own body. I will restore you to consciousness," Zhang Xuan said calmly.

The doctor exhaled a thick breath of alcohol, which turned to icy mist the moment it left his lips. Some clung to the corners of his mouth, even frosting the carefully groomed beard he so prided himself on.

"The Void?" Zhang Xuan sneered. "Sorry, I have no intention of going!" With that, he withdrew his vital energy, making himself undetectable to the void. Before long, the rift vanished on its own.

As for those powerful families, they had resided here for generations, possessing ancestral estates. Even the city lord’s manor could not interfere with them.

When she caught up to deal with him, her wounds were still unhealed, while the evil cultivator had already recovered by absorbing the blood essence of soldiers on the battlefield—he was now even stronger than before.

Zhou Yu said, "Perhaps Zhang Jie’s plan was to transfer us out of Xinye. He’s run out of tricks there."

Old Ort closed his eyes with a sigh—whether lamenting the terrifying prowess of the younger generation of pirates, or mourning the extinction of the Barker family, none could say.

The Five Elders of Kunlun were all advanced in years, making it nearly impossible for them to emanate such an aura. Yet the Red Elder before them brimmed with vitality, looking no older than a robust man in his early forties—nothing like someone nearing life’s end.

Though she had no fief, with the title of Viscount alone, Ning Pengpeng could ensure her descendants would inherit it for generations to come.

Just as they rushed forward, a sharp shadow of a staff shot from afar and struck the ground directly in front of them.

After all this, Ning Pengpeng found herself somewhat fatigued. Only after Qingniang settled her in the main residence to rest did she quietly withdraw.

In the end, Jiang Wantong realized that, come what may, priorities must be weighed. Even if Bo Sili did snatch the children away, it was still better than them being in true danger.

With the sudden loss of two strong laborers in the second household, the aunts and sisters-in-law wasted no time in offering veiled and open barbs—calling them freeloaders and a burden on the family.

This provocation was not arrogance on Zhang Xuebing’s part, but a necessary move to shatter the strange tension of the day’s events and reveal the other party’s true intentions.

Unless we are willing to solve this with a promise, Young Master Lin will not act.

As for the injection-molding plant, they performed a sleight of hand, turning collective assets into the factory director’s private property—without paying a single cent.

Liu Mang was taken aback, glancing at Neville but saying nothing. Was telling the enemy key intelligence chivalry, or did it serve another purpose?