Chapter 128: The Descent of Evil Poison

Just as Wang Xin and Li Kai were harboring ulterior motives regarding their master's grave, Ye Cheng was already racing swiftly around the perimeter of the mountain.

"Eight tunnel entrances... those people are certainly fast."

Looking at the brightly lit mountain path before him, Ye Cheng knew it was already too late to catch them. He had only returned to Mount Hua by sheer coincidence, but that group clearly...

Yu Xiubai raised his eyebrows noncommittally; since she had the intention to step forward, he naturally had no opportunity to refuse. He even mused that Xiao Chen might release him afterward, allowing him to relay everything he had seen to General Dong in its entirety, yet he felt no sense of relief at all.

Lin Jiajia, in the bedroom, felt a vein throb in her forehead upon hearing this; having not seen him for a few years, the man had only grown more thick-skinned.

Tian Xin was momentarily stunned, and then she heard a series of footsteps, though his voice did not sound again.

Han Zhenhan did not know if the people making the accusations were all part of the same group, but that was precisely the effect he wanted. How could Han Zhenhan not know what the Luzhou Army was like? It was not as if he hadn't trained the new Luzhou recruits himself.

"Alright, alright, it's okay now." I patted her back, watching her cry until she was out of breath and beginning to sob, and could only soothe her in a soft voice.

While in the hospital room, she had been biting her lower lip incessantly due to the shifting waves of agitation and anger.

Du Ruo looked at him with bashful annoyance, yet she was mesmerized by the scene before her; the red garment on his body hung loosely, revealing a sturdy chest that heaved with powerful, rhythmic breaths.

Dong Ru felt as if all sound were about to drift away from her, leaving only the relentless torment in her lower abdomen, which drained her of all spirit and strength until she was too exhausted to even scream, reduced only to shallow, heavy gasps.

Seeing Ling Yefeng's indifferent expression and casual movements, I could not help but let out a soft, stifled laugh.

After all that turmoil, I was truly exhausted, so tired that it felt as if every word I spoke required all the strength I possessed.

"Aristocratic families have always been this way," Yan Zhou said with a meaningful tone. "Even in times of war, they never abandon their pageantry. Who else would ensure that the coarse food is something the nobles cannot bring themselves to swallow?" Even if the rations for servants and retainers were cut, the nobles would never significantly reduce their own grandeur.

"Your essence has dissipated? Then what about the clone of your essence that you left in my dantian?" Li Bin asked.

On the Heavenly Thunder Bamboo, a bolt of golden lightning rolled forward, piercing through clouds and mist as if clearing a path, pushing all the surrounding vapors aside. It opened a passage for Mo Zichen, who leaped forward and vanished into the distance.

Hongnong Commandery had descended into chaos. The Black Cavalry Guards, like a dark cloud and a surging torrent, charged toward the Garrison Office. The sound of hooves was like muffled thunder, shaking the very depths of one's soul.

It was a single-arch stone bridge spanning the gap between two peaks. Legend has it that an old herbalist, who lived to help the poor, was once chased to this spot by government soldiers. Facing the abyss, he sighed: "I have cultivated medicine and performed good deeds, only to meet with evil retribution; is there no justice left in this world?"

She knew this was history being projected to her by the Flying Ant, but she could not deny the sharp pangs of pain in her heart. Looking at the Flying Ant, which lay fallen on the ground and seemingly devoid of any strength to resist, her heart ached even more.

Xun Yi's thoughtfulness brought a sense of relief to Yue Hong. Just as she was about to bow and leave the hall, Qingqiu, Nuandong, and Xianyu walked out together, all three of them offering her gentle smiles.

Though his words were a denial, Bao'er felt as if she could see, in the depths of his gaze, the indulgence that made him happy to let her play.

He glanced left and right at the residents pointing and whispering, his face darkening slightly. He then took the initiative to unfasten the chain from Hashimoto Sakura’s wrist, and, with one hand dragging a pile of dogs and the other pulling Hashimoto Sakura, he hurried away from the scene.