Chapter 160: Isn't Investigating a Case Just Like That (Part Two)

Truly, every family has its own difficult scripture to chant.

At this moment, Chi Yuanshang sobbed again and said, "My mother... my mother has been working so hard. She wakes up very early every day to brew wine, and goes to sleep very late at night, until she is exhausted and falls ill.

She often says that Father is a bad man, and I must not learn from him. She says I must study hard, pass the imperial examinations in the future to become a high-ranking official, and bring her to live in the capital. Then... then I won't need Father anymore..."

She says she actually wants to leave Father very much, but she is reluctant to...

Li Chuyi wore an expression that said "as expected," which was caught right in the act by the Daoist priest. The priest not only made a threatening gesture as if to strike him but even pulled out a thunder talisman, scaring Li Chuyi into hurriedly rolling his eyes and looking out the window.

Old Feng Fu’s weathered face flushed red: "What nonsense are you babbling about? I am at such an advanced age, how could an old cow like me graze on tender grass? But let me tell you, women like them are not so easy to pursue. If you really want to pursue one of them, I advise you to go for Jiang Lan!" Feng Fu immediately blurted out.

Xiang Ji was destined that Ou Shuai would not agree, and saying this was merely to find a suitable way for the Yama to withdraw fully and safely. Of course, Olok had to die regardless.

Earlier, Brother Teng had secretly instructed to injure rather than kill, but when Changkong Xingyu roughly understood the full story, he had long cast that instruction to the winds. Hearing the Third Peak Master speak thus, a murderous intent instantly surged into his heart.

Those Tianmo tribesmen were burned alive by the abyss demonic flames, having only enough time to let out a series of miserable shrieks.

"If I truly die here, I naturally have no complaints. I only ask you, do you dare to agree!" Zhu Qi said.

Su Yang dodged left and right amidst the four lotus petals, only striking out with his sword to knock them away when things became truly desperate. Taking a momentary break, seeing that Lu Qing’s long sword was already broken, Su Yang hurriedly pulled out his own long sword to inspect it. To his astonishment, however, he discovered that far from being broken, his sword did not even possess a single nick.

Snatching up the ashen-faced Liu Mingxiu, Fang Junnan was just about to retreat when the sound of whistling air accompanied by several miserable screams reached them.

While nobles might restrict the migration of commoners, they were virtually powerless against merchants, who naturally needed to travel constantly. Moreover, money can make the ghost push the millstones; even if the authorities above forbade movement, would there truly be no way to grease the wheels below?

In the second match, because the battle between Leng Ruoxi and Dugu Aojian had caused such a massive impact, contestants in the other areas on the arena were unable to continue. In the end, the referee decided to suspend the matches for half an hour, allowing the contestants to readjust their states before resuming the second round.

This question was exceptionally difficult to answer; probably even Sheng Ying could not resolve it. In the Three Realms of the Holy Domain, demons are born from the heart and possess no physical entity. In the Divine State of the Demonic Domain, demons and emperors stand in opposition yet coexist.

"I think it's quite good. As long as it has power, the appearance doesn't matter," Ling Batian said with a carefree shrug, unconcerned. "Father, what is your battle soul? Can you let me have a look?" Ling Feng asked with a curious expression, prompting Ling Batian to chuckle and cast an inquiring glance toward Hua Yudie.

While gloating over others' misfortunes, Yang Batian felt that he must put on a strong front regarding this matter. Even if he could not influence the True One Sect into releasing their captives, he had to make a grand gesture to show that the Tianding Sect had spared no effort in defending these people.

Lin Yixiong did not dare to continue this line of thought. He even asked himself whether he would have been able to withstand the pressure and temptations from above if he had been in charge of the Jiuli Lake Bridge construction from beginning to start.

Accompanied by a burst of arrogant laughter, an immortal sword pierced into the auction house. An overbearing and arrogant sword intent surged forth uninhibitedly, instantly forcing two fifth-grade immortal swords away to claim the center of the auction house entirely for itself.

Whenever Chen Long thought about what happened during the day, an indescribable feeling welled up in his heart, filled with an inexplicable gloom.

Next came the forging of the formation flags. The purified materials were added, and under the cooperation of the two, the crafting began anew. In the blink of an eye, another five months passed, and the thirty-two formation flags were finally completely forged.

Ling Miao widened her eyes, mirroring Nie Wuxuan's expression. In just this short span of time, Tongtian had clearly and thoroughly explained the conditions of the Hunyuan Mirror and the Burning Heaven Cauldron. Although Ling Miao's knowledge was limited, judging by Nie Wuxuan's expression, she knew that everything Tongtian said was the truth.

When he heard Zhao Feng mention danger, Zheng Shuang tightly grabbed Zhao Feng’s arm, worrying endlessly for him. And when Zhao Feng spoke of the deaths of his good brothers, Xu Fangwei and Qian Zhong, Zhao Feng shed silent tears, causing Zheng Shuang to cry right along with him.

The manager felt as though he had seen a ghost at that moment. The shopping assistants, who were usually endlessly enthusiastic, were today all drooping like frost-bitten eggplants, entirely lifeless.

"Overestimating your capabilities!" Yang Da said. "Then don't blame me for disregarding our compatriot ties!" With a wave of his hand, several arrows whistled through the air, and a few guards collapsed to the ground, dying in resentment.

Unfortunately, it was not yet time for it to end, as there was still a hard-fought battle to be waged within the marquis's estate. Yet Pei Qing knew clearly that he was bound to emerge as the victorious party. Victory had come at too high a price; even in triumph, it would be nothing more than a pyrrhic victory, truly nothing to gloat over.

Ever since his first journey to the Central Plains, Ye Gucheng had frequently traveled through the martial arts world in the following years whenever he was not in secluded retreat practicing his sword. Ximen Chuixue of Ten-Thousand Plum Blossom Manor in northern Saibei also maintained a habit of traveling four times a year. The southern and northern swordsmen echoed each other across the distance, and the titles of Sword Immortal and Sword God grew increasingly resounding, overshadowing even the senior figures of the pugilistic world.

Thus, after careful deliberation, the two of them sought opportunities to take on missions issued by various factions, such as annihilating bandits. As they engaged in complex maneuvers against those cunning bandits and wiped out bandit strongholds by their own might, after a long time, having witnessed enough bloodshed on their hands, they naturally cultivated a formidable murderous aura.

The thick draperies blocked out the biting cold entirely. Several braziers had been placed within the waterside pavilion, roasting the surroundings until they were warm and cozy, making it feel as though spring had arrived.

This fall had jolted her mind into much greater clarity. Recovering consciousness as she lay on the ground, her watery eyes stared in disbelief at the red-robed man before her, as if he had just committed some unforgivable sin.