Volume 1, Chapter 139: The Sincerity and Strength of a Son-in-Law from Jiangcheng

When Lu Cheng returned to the room, he saw Jiang Ning still asleep, only having changed her posture. He quietly lay down beside her and pulled her into his embrace. Jiang Ning shifted as usual, seeking the most comfortable position.

Holding Wu Shuxue’s hand tightly, gritting his teeth, this segment wasn’t long. Compared to walking in the fierce wind, it was extraordinarily easy. The deceased had left nothing behind—no traces, no blood, flesh, clothing, or metal fragments.

Cang Jiuyue’s expression remained indifferent. Yue Junzheng let out a cold snort, and the accompanying guards drew their soft swords from their waists in unison with a sharp “swish,” creating an imposing display of intimidation.

“This place has been checked. Returning the way we came is impossible. We have only two choices: follow the water flow upstream or downstream,” Muscle Song briefly explained the situation. “Old Seven, what do you think?” Chen Tou sought his opinion.

“Brother, how about this? Let me treat you to this meal today. How’s that?” The young man smiled on the surface but was somewhat displeased inwardly. This guy in front of him had already eaten two bowls of noodles. Why should he give up two more? Was that not acceptable?

With these thoughts, He Wanfang’s frustration over being inexplicably demoted had long since evaporated. He was convinced that as long as he maintained a good relationship with Shen Jiahao, his days of soaring success were near.

Yi Xuan’s fingers ignited into flames, forming an indestructible fiery feather blade. With a swipe across the back of the official’s head, the hair behind him was completely burned away, not a single strand left.

Ye Feng’s eyes narrowed sharply; the shouting man’s voice seemed to slow and change tone instantly. The surrounding air abruptly stilled.

Yet it was the latter half of Chong Xi’s words that made his heart clench sharply. His handsome face bore a faint flush of burning.

The teahouse’s four doors stood open. A few men in short garments sat on the roadside outside, chatting idly. Though they deliberately kept their voices low, their coarse tones were still heard clearly by passing Yue Junzheng and Cang Jiuyue.

In short, Wen Xi did not believe married life was blissful—unless one met someone exceptionally good, who fully respected all your decisions, did not interfere with your development, cared not whether they were overshadowed by you, did not entangle with your family, and was not a chauvinist keeping you at home as a housekeeper.

In his view, those who govern the nation should not harbor negative emotions, nor be swayed by them.

Because when the current prime minister framed the crown prince, how many unspeakable conspiracies would arise, and how many people would be implicated?

However, he did not say much. After requesting the magistrate for the reward of two thousand six hundred taels for Song Yang, he left Gongchuan Prefecture and returned to Qixia Town.

“Do you all feel the sun is not as hot anymore?” Village chief Zhang Youhe could not see the change in the sun but felt the heat on his body had lessened, and the breeze no longer burned like before.

On the team channel, Xu Zitao and others, having recovered, were analyzing intelligence from the recent sudden incident.

“Zhou Ma, this matter stays between us, got it?” Murong Cheng glanced sideways.

“Why not? Does Senior Medicine King think we can’t afford the price?” Cao Xuanfei grew anxious.

The key was that the ground inside was made of a special material, resembling a world isolated from the surrounding yellow sands.

At this moment, Luo Hao was horrified to realize his internal energy seemed imprisoned by the opponent, unable to be stirred at all. Within moments, over half his body was permeated by poison gas. Despite his unique constitution, he felt the agonizing sensation of being gnawed by ten thousand ants.