Chapter 44: Grandfather 2

Jiang Mugui blinked, pondering the tasks awaiting her the next day.

Mu Anyan's voice murmured beside her ear, "Go to sleep, I will wake you up tomorrow."

Jiang Mugui uttered a soft assent and drifted into a deep sleep.

When she woke up the next day, it was already noon.

She lazily opened her eyes, and the person beside her was already gone. Subconsciously, she reached out to check the warmth of the bed...

"Ha-ha, both of you are pillars of our Huaxia nation, and I eagerly anticipate your performances in the World Martial Arts Tournament and the National War." Jun Molin stood up, warmly shaking their three hands one by one.

"What do you mean it's impossible? Right now, our brothers are being ambushed by them!" Holy Light Wednesday's temper flared as he watched his brothers fall victim to a sneak attack while remaining utterly helpless.

"Zhuge Yufei, you can open the paper in your hand now and see what is written on it," Chen Yidao said with a smile.

The pursuing Bliss soldiers were led by Qin Mang, under the command of Zhu Zhao. Discovering that the commoners and nobility within the city were fleeing toward the North City, Zhu Zhao immediately ordered Ming Hui to lead a force and outflank them from the outside, while Qin Mang commanded twenty thousand soldiers to break through the chaotic mobs inside the city for the pursuit.

Glancing down at his ankles, Jiang Chen smiled and stood up. Suddenly, his expression changed as he felt a tremendous gravitational force pressing down from his feet onto his entire body. It was so heavy that even his soles sank deep into the snowdrift.

There had originally been over forty, but since there were too many for him to carry, Zeng Hao had consolidated them into a dozen or so.

Fortunately, Nie Feng's right hand had been transformed by the blood of the Qilin, and having absorbed both the malignant spirit and the crimson lingering soul behind him, it had achieved maximum reinforcement. Otherwise, let alone using this power to endure the flame-lightning stellar energy, his hand would have been blown to pieces on the spot, and even then, it would have taken generations of accumulated virtue.

It was also hard on this Nascent Soul old monster. He had originally intended to return to his dwelling island, enter seclusion, and wash his hands of all matters concerning Zeng Hao.

Because the bridge connecting Yanhuang and the Xuanyuan Continent had been established, experts who had once vanished all returned. Moreover, these people were all the enemies of Setting Sun. Anticipating impending danger, Setting Sun had recently surrounded himself with numerous martial experts to guard against potential assassins.

Until the city administrators passed by—yet some of them had already died four times and returned to the Netherworld to be reborn.

"Pui, pui, pui! Who is your wife? I figured there was nothing in this thatched cottage of yours, so I just brought them over to fix it up for you. Don't go getting any romantic illusions!" Su Yujing said with a haughty expression.

Naturally, wanting to occupy the corresponding zones required paying a price. Every inner disciple zone was guarded by remnants whose strength matched that of the original inner disciples, and they could perfectly replicate the traits and prowess of the past Tsanghai Sect inner disciples.

The three groups simply stared blankly as he dug earth, laid bricks, and smeared glutinous rice mortar, occasionally using a wooden ruler to make measurements.

Ye Huangxi curled her lips and followed along. Upon reaching the entrance, she discovered that only a single carriage had been prepared.

"If that is the case, Domain Lord, what should we do next?" Qing Jue, standing nearby, watched as the formation completely spiraled out of control, making it impossible to normally activate the Soul-Capturing Formation.

Ling'er vaguely remembered the matchmaker saying that the speaker was the only son of the magistrate in their town—powerful, influential, and a local tyrant whom ordinary people dared not provoke lightly.

Hearing this, the aged emperor and the court officials changed their expressions slightly. A thousand years ago, the Haotian ruled the Nine Provinces, until the national fortune of Haotian declined five hundred years ago. This triggered a coup d'état, ultimately forming the Nine Provinces and Nine States, along with the Mobei region and the Two Great Wastelands.

Lou Ruochun now suspected that Lin Hang had failed to handle the matter properly. If he had truly resolved it, he wouldn't have been so hesitant and evasive in his speech.

Pandora hung up the phone and stared blankly in the direction where Shen Qing was, marveling at how instantly Shen Qing had realized she was secretly having someone photograph Xu艺君's (Xu Yijun's) shrewish display. Truly, she was someone who had spent many years navigating the entertainment industry.