Chapter 38: Don’t Even Think About Bullying Gu Hanchuan

Gu Hanchuan sat quietly in his wheelchair, gazing out at the large tree beyond the window, patiently awaiting the inevitable storm that would erupt once the Gu family’s mother and daughter appeared. Qian Lai stood beside his wheelchair, her expression as serious as that of a little squirrel defending a lion king—small and weak, yet brimming with ferocity.

Of all people, Xiao Li was the least willing to see the Gu family come and disturb their commander, for it was impossible to find the right balance during these visits. If an enemy attacked the commander, he would resist with all his might—but when masters clash, victory or defeat is often decided in a single move. It's not about whose fists are harder or whose kicks are deadlier, nor is it about whose techniques are more vicious.

Lu Xuan drew in a sharp breath; he had guessed wrong. This was indeed an immortal sword, and though it was only of the lowest grade among immortal swords, it was still a class apart from any spiritual sword.

From afar, he could see Yao Chunni weeding in the field under the sun. Wang Youcai shook his head helplessly, parked his car on the opposite side of the river, then got out and walked over.

“Elder Sister, now that the Abyss of the Ancient Wall is calm, why don’t we leave?” Long Luo suggested. Long Qingqing agreed, “Indeed, there’s no point in staying. By the way, Bai Shi is still in Demon City—let’s take him with us when we leave.”

With a thunderous boom, the two moved simultaneously. Li Jiang’s fist, as heavy as iron, crashed into the armored man’s body, producing a deafening metallic clang like steel against stone. The power of a Grand Profound Lord of the eighth rank was truly unmatched; with a single finger, Li Jiang shattered the massive figure into pieces.

“What do you mean by ‘Demon’s Letter’?” Yun Wanhua, ignoring Qian Duoduo, addressed Lu Xuan with courtesy.

“Achoo!” Yu Yaohai rubbed his nose—he’d already sneezed three times that morning.

“There’s a forest station behind the hill, over two miles away. The electricity is supplied from there, and it’s cost us a fair bit. Now you know why I keep bees here!” Wang Yihua explained as she switched on the water dispenser, apparently intending to boil water for tea.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye. Although Liu Xinghao had food and drink and want for nothing, aside from exchanging a few idle words with Old Meng when he brought meals, he had no one else to talk to. Prisoners in solitary confinement are denied even the small mercy of sunlight and fresh air.

Ye Wudao ignored them and instead landed atop the wall, reaching eagerly for the fire fox demon grass. But as soon as he touched it, he saw three red lines shoot toward him from the filthy water pit.

Du Yuan, Shen Yue Rou, and Bing Yu were disguised in such a way as to avoid alarming their enemies. Of course, it was Bing Yu’s magic at work, though Du Yuan and Shen Yue Rou also knew the art of transformation.

As the overlord of Zhonghai, Tian Xuan had dominated Demon City for more than a decade, mastering every blade technique in the world. Yet at this moment, he felt an overwhelming sense of powerlessness, as if his opponent could defeat him with a casual move.

Ye Wudao had nothing to hide, but upon returning to his hotel, he was surprised to find Xu Fuqi still there.

“These herbs are all top-quality, carefully selected from the market. How can you accuse me of wrongdoing?” Li Shuanzhu was anxious—he’d bought all these himself, and the words of the Drug Administration were as good as throwing mud at him.

A mouthful of fresh blood sprayed from Jiang Fan’s lips, spattering the closed eyes and jade-like, delicate face of Xia Li, still wrapped in confusion.

A feeble voice called out, and Jiang Kairan turned to see Bai Zeyu and Hong Ziyao catching up, both so out of breath it seemed they might collapse at any moment.

Watching him walk away, Shao Zifeng was left in a daze. Only after the figure had vanished did he turn back to look at Pan Yang and Chen Yu.