Chapter Fifty: The Gentle Side of Commander Jiang (Part One)

Everyone around stared in shock at the tiny young girl, no bigger than a bean sprout. Who was Commander Jiang? He was like the stabilizing pillar of Xia Prefecture, a presence akin to a guardian deity! People might not fear him, but they all respected and admired him, keeping their distance out of reverence. In their eyes, he was a true hero, a figure almost divine. None would ever dare to wave at him as this little girl did. In fact, they hardly dared to look at him directly.

Before being handcuffed, Qin Zhao had discreetly sent a text message from his phone. As for the recipient, only he knew—no one else had a clue.

“Hmph, Wudang is a pillar of the righteous path, a holy land of Daoism. Who would have thought it would produce a disciple who’s fallen to the demonic path?” Jiang Huairen instantly recognized Yang Fan’s state—corrupted by darkness. Now, Yang Fan’s power had surged to the Earthly Rank, making him a formidable opponent, even for Jiang Huairen.

Ye Xiu, lying on the ground, didn’t turn to look at the wine bottle behind him. His eyes were fixed on Lin Kai ahead, a glimmer of lingering fear flickering within them.

Ten fathoms beneath the deep pool, a human figure was bound by thick, heavy chains, imprisoned within the violet waters.

Without hesitation, Jiang Huairen began cultivating according to the triple-layer Blood Battle Incantation. The technique itself wasn’t difficult to practice; the challenge lay in the amount of vital blood required. Though Jiang Huairen cultivated the powerful Nine Dragons Technique, he could only barely manage the first layer.

When uncertain as to whether something was a true treasure, most adventuring teams would take such items to the trading market to sell, with prices varying accordingly.

Wei Chengxue supported Chai Jingqi and asked, “Jingqi, why are you going to Mingdu? Aren’t all your relatives in the capital?”

Zhang Tian also sensed the emptiness in his stomach. Though skipping meals never bothered him, he preferred not to seem too different, so he maintained the habit of eating normally in front of others.

The distance was too close, and the event too sudden—Xicheng Feng leapt up in fright, his sleeve slashed wide open by a streak of sword energy.

The middle-aged man suddenly understood. With this flying beast, their confidence in catching up to the target soared. The group split up and mounted their split-winged dragon hawks, giving chase once again.

Mo Xinfang knew it must be someone from the president’s office, urging her to submit her resume. Bracing herself, she followed Yao Feier’s beckoning finger into her office.

Back at the villa, the beloved one first soothed the two children to sleep, then made a call from the balcony.

Prince Gong, hearing the emperor address him, bowed and replied, “Your Majesty, this old servant thanks you for your boundless grace, but must obey your decree and attend court as scheduled.”

Liu Tianhao used the excuse of needing to investigate the situation in Guangzong before deciding on the next move. The army remained stationed outside Yingtang City, while Liu Tianhao himself took up residence in the county seat.

“Your Highness, allow me to explain. This arrangement was not the general’s intention. It was the slander of counselors in the general’s residence. Tomorrow, I will hurry back to Luoyang to make clear your loyalty to the general!” Yuan Shao, hearing Liu Tianhao’s tone—sounding as if he was about to abandon everything—grew anxious.

Sadly, after only a few months away, upon returning, everything had changed—people gone, the place abandoned.

Su Yingmei gently shook Ning Qilan’s shoulder. Ning Qilan had fallen asleep at Catherine’s bedside.

He cupped her gently in his palms, raising her to his eye level, gazing at her. “You have finally arrived!” Yue Chongming opened his enormous mouth; his booming voice thundered through that mysterious space.

Li Lianying walked ahead, lifting the curtain, and ushered Li Hongzhang, Dilong, Bach, and Sun Zhiren into the palace. After they expressed their thanks, bowing to Li Lianying, they entered the Palace of Compassion and Tranquility.

“All right,” I nodded, turning to fetch the coffee concentrate in the back. I simply couldn't understand how these two, with such starkly different personalities, could be such good friends.

At two in the afternoon on October seventh, five flashy Porsches cruised down the wide avenue. The National Day holiday had officially ended.

Back then, I hated every friend around Dongfang Ziyan—deeply, irrationally so. At the time, I didn't even realize that such a person existed.

Just moments ago in the car, I had no appetite at all. But now, the aroma of noodles wafted over, and suddenly, I was ravenous.

Zhao Hui returned home from school, pondering as she did her homework: Li Zhenguo’s smile was so special. Did she really like him that much?

Meng Yue, without warning, reached out with her warm, broad hands and gently cupped Qu Yiyi’s fair, blushing cheeks, leaving no room for refusal.

Xibai said nothing. Though she didn’t reach out for his hand, she still returned to the dining room.

After dinner, Li Zhenguo smiled at Zhao Hui and said, “It’s time for me to go home.” Zhao Hui nodded reluctantly. Li Zhenguo bid farewell to her father, mother, brother, and sister-in-law.

As I spoke, I instinctively brushed my forehead with my hand and, with Zhang Ma’s help, sat up.

Murong Xiao was troubled, partly by increasingly pressing affairs of state and military, but also pondering when Mo Ruoli would finally consume the tonic he had sent.

At the innermost part of this canyon was a waterfall—not very large, about three meters wide and ten meters high—with a stream at its base. The water was not particularly clear. Aside from that, the canyon contained many trees and some oddly shaped rocks, but little else.

I hadn’t finished speaking when Zhao Jinxi suddenly sat up from my arms, wrapped her arms around my face, and, without warning, pressed her soft, sweet lips to mine.

“All right, I don’t have much time to play with you. What needs to be done next is troublesome and will take a lot of time,” Liang Yubo declared.

“Witchcraft can be prevented?” I raised an eyebrow. I thought only wearing amulets could ward off such curses. From what Naimi says, is there actually a way to prevent it?

Once the game started, many in the streaming room watched Liang Yubo expectantly. Since he talked such a big game, his skills must be impressive, right?

But he actually didn’t know the details, so everything he said was vague at best.

Meng Po shook her head. The three witch clans were entangled too deeply; it was impossible to explain in just a few words.

“Gentlemen, our place isn’t very big. I hope you won’t mind staying for just one night,” the black host said, smiling as he welcomed them.

Madam Zhou Yan, wife of Marquis Xiuwu, received yet another letter from her husband addressed to Li Jingyi, and she sighed helplessly. She had already sounded out Li Jingyi’s feelings, who seemed to have no special attachment to Yun Chi, yet this Yun Chi was trying to win her heart with mere letters?

Watching as Sister Dongfang and Brother Ximen dragged someone over, Hua Eleven, who never had a chance to act, looked on in mild confusion.

As for the power of faith, Li Yunmu remained deeply curious—not only because Lanlou was the only one of the Five Domains to use faith as a power source, but also because he himself was worshipped by common folk.