Chapter 54: Filthy

Growing bolder by the moment, her hands began to undo his buttons.

Mu Anyan felt a dull ache in his head. His once-clear and remaining reason somehow became tangled and confused. Though his mind was entirely conscious, screaming inwardly for it all to stop, the fragrance of the girl and the soft warmth of her body acted like a spell, tempting him to disregard every restraint.

When the tip of the girl's tongue slipped inside, he felt a brief flash of resistance, but then, guided by her...

The subordinate spoke with some hesitation. Having witnessed the formidable strength of Liu Xiaomeng and Qin Jin firsthand on that day, he doubted that these people stood any real chance against them.

Relaying on this array, as long as the incense candles remained unextinguished and lasted sufficiently long, the demons and monsters outside would not dare to act rashly and would eventually disperse on their own.

Liu Bang hurriedly instructed Xiahou Ying to invite Zhang Liang and Hu Ling'er into the main hall for a gathering, and ordered his attendants to prepare a fine feast to entertain them.

The force of that sword strike was unimaginably fierce and profoundly powerful, truly possessing the ability to split stone and cleave boulders. Zhang Tian was instantly sent flying several zhang away, his left shoulder pierced right through as blood gushed forth.

A trace of bitter sorrow washed across Ye Ying's face. She looked at Jin with a hint of sarcasm; had it not been for her immense luck, she would have long since been choked to death by him in the high tower of the City of Ruins, her soul scattered to unknown realms.

Although her goods had vanished into thin air, the shift supervisor at least did not hold her accountable, which offered her a sliver of comfort. Yet, spending the entire morning without earning a single coin still left her feeling deeply unsettled. Swallowing her burning anger and unable to vent it, she could only heed the advice of others that it was better to avoid making trouble.

Xi Hongting's eyes lit up. He glanced at the red packet in his hands and opened it eagerly: it was feather-light, presumably containing just a list.

Hearing the weeping, Lan Jiaojiao turned her head just in time to witness this scene, and she was so furious she nearly choked. Without a second thought, she swung the silver chain whip in her hand directly toward the princess.

If he did not return, how desperately would his wife and children at home miss him, and how deeply would they yearn for his return? With so many questions left unasked, was he truly gone forever like this, never to be seen again?

Ling'er and Xiang Zhuang followed into the spacious hall. Stepping inside, they saw Yu Ji standing there, lowering her head to wipe down a treasured sword.

Helian Lanling maintained his perpetual, fox-like smile. Yet, upon sensing the subtle undertone of sarcasm from Li Lingfeng, he unleashed a sharp killing intent that he made no effort to conceal.

Naturally, in a situation like this, Ji was in no position to ask questions. Moreover, even under different circumstances, she had no standing to do so. The thought merely flashed across her mind before vanishing without a trace.

By this time, the rest of the bandits had been completely wiped out. Everyone wiped the blood from their swords and walked over to the imperial soldiers.

"She might go mad, she might even kill herself..." Even as Jing Rong uttered these words, she remained utterly calm, as though the neck being throttled was not her own, and the one destined for madness and death was not Helian Chengjin.

Madame Li listened with mixed feelings of doubt and belief. However, since it involved Xiuxian, she was not worried; that girl simply did not lie. She had previously asked the old man to make inquiries, so why had she never heard of any scandalous family affairs in Shahe Village? She figured those people must have come from some other village.

"Haha! When the time comes, we will expand our influence into the Demon Realm and the Nether Realm, letting our Liuhe Hall completely muddy the waters of the Immortal, Demon, and Spirit realms! Hahaha, how thrilling! I love it, gaga..." Laden fantasized aloud, dancing around with wild excitement.

"Prepare to summon the heavenly thunder..." Realizer Zhishan, who had been maintaining the core of the formation, was the patriarch of the Five Thunder Sect. As a true expert who relished playing with thunder, his very first offensive command was to draw down the heavenly thunder.

Though it sounded simple enough, the actual process of groping in the dark was frustrating enough to drive her to the brink of madness. Time and again, she felt as though she were losing her mind—if it wasn't one flaw, it was another. Even in her dreams, she was constantly tormented by visions of weaving cloth, leaving her so exhausted that she could not sleep a wink through the night.