Chapter 118: The Accountability Begins

It could hardly be said that Liu Xinghe was entirely to blame. After spending more than ten billion to buy the Dragon Abyss Sword, he had finally managed to acquire it and present it as an offering—only for the other party to turn around and give it to his rival!

Who could possibly endure that?

Yet Liu Xinghe’s fainting aroused not the slightest pity in Xiang Ying.

He was nothing more than a petty opportunist. Once the item was in hand, wasn’t that enough? As for what would happen to the man afterward…

Although this style had proved highly effective in governing the guild, it left a very different impression on others—especially a hot-blooded young man like Vermilion Sand. Seeing him behave with such imperious authority, he surely could not accept it easily in his heart.

A young man emerged from the pawnshop, bowed to Wu Song, and repeatedly expressed his gratitude. With Pan Jinlian on his mind, Wu Song did not linger to reminisce with him.

Vermilion Sand’s face turned livid. It was the first time he had heard these shocking reports. In other words, the Leisure House Guild of Ten Thousand Dynasties City had focused single-mindedly on expansion while suffering from a colossal deficiency in intelligence gathering. Now, that weakness appeared to be fatal.

Yet it seemed that no one was paying him any attention at all. Well, in truth, Zhu Houzhao and Sifeng had been waiting outside the cell all along.

Li Tan took it from him. Shock and anger appeared in his eyes, but after a moment they transformed into an inextinguishable bewilderment.

There were simply too many ghosts. Sending them all peacefully into the afterlife at once would be no easy task. Although Nie Wei was a Fourth-Rank Celestial Master, guiding so many ghosts onward was certainly not simple.

By then, dawn had arrived. The sunlight was exceptionally dazzling, shining warmly over the snowy landscape.

The movement was somewhat abrupt, but Du Bian was, after all, a eunuch in the Great Ning Empire, so it was perfectly normal for Ren Yexiao to glance at him. Pressing four fingers against his own thigh also conveyed an attitude of intense firmness.

Everyone voiced their admiration. Zhang Qing ordered the assistants to bring out Wu Song’s two shoulder-loads of congratulatory gifts, while Sun Erniang served a platter of lamb, a platter of cooked beef, fifty or sixty steamed buns, and a large jar of wine.

Ma Zhe sat in the office for a while longer before finally receiving a call from Qin Fengming, telling him to come downstairs and walk a little farther away. She was on her way to pick him up.

“Yu Shijia, what do you mean? Teacher Liu’s living conditions are so good—what could she possibly lack? I brought my boyfriend; that is the greatest sincerity I could show. Perhaps he can cure Teacher Liu’s grandson with medicinal cuisine,” Zhao Nuanyang said.

Not far from the Zhu family elder, hidden among a pile of stones, Ye Qiu sat cross-legged inside an unremarkable rock.

Yet less than a second later, a violent surge of black energy burst from the corpse of the Black Cat King. As the black aura swept past, a gigantic black cat appeared, vigorous and alive, with five nimble tails lashing behind it.

And so Ye Fan was pulled into the living room and seated on the soft sofa, staring at her with a look of bewilderment.

“They’ll be fine. Cleaners will come tomorrow to rescue them.” Ye Fan wore an utterly unconcerned expression.

“Why are you looking for Lina and me? You disappeared for so many years—why have you suddenly come back to us now? Didn’t I already make everything perfectly clear? Our breakup had nothing to do with Lina. Leave before she finds out!”

Nion spoke to Ella with relentless aggression.

For a moment, no one knew what to say. In that silence, Ye Yichen and the others stared at Zihan in confusion. Only a strange smile touched the corners of Zihan’s mouth. The Zihan of today was utterly different from the man he had been a hundred years ago. He was still young, and even more powerful than before, yet his composure and reserve made him seem almost unfamiliar.

Indeed, this volume had only reached its halfway point—and it might not even have come that far. Just thinking about it felt astonishing.

As the white-winged angel spoke, Tang Ming suddenly saw him raise his right foot high into the air and bring it crashing down upon the entire city below.