Chapter Fifty-Three: Blood Letters on the Garment (Second Update)

Yunshuang’s hair was already in disarray, her bun having been violently pulled loose by Madam Wu. Now, half her hair tumbled down in wild dishevelment, while the other half remained loosely twisted atop her head. Though she appeared undeniably bedraggled, Yunshuang stood ramrod straight, her voice ringing out clear and powerful, radiating an inexplicable aura that made others wary of acting rashly.

Even Madam Wu, caught in the throes of madness, was intimidated for a moment. Yet the agony of losing her daughter soon overwhelmed all else. Clutching her aching abdomen, she struggled to her feet and shouted furiously, “What are you—”

Here, Chu Bai intended to take a shortcut, hoping that if his opponent surrendered on their own accord, it would still count as fulfilling the task of defeating a key character.

“Nothing belonging to the proctor is allowed to be brought in. I’ve always regretted that…” Qin Jiu remarked, feigning regret, yet his eyes darted searchingly around the room.

Chu Tao glanced at the fiendish complexity of the mechanism, then at Iron Doll, whose body was utterly unscathed. He couldn’t help but twitch at the corners of his mouth. This was true strength—no exaggeration.

Behind him, Shen Jianye and the other descendants of Old Master Shen Zhixing, along with the village elders who had come to observe, all bowed solemnly.

Shao Hao burst out laughing. His illusory form shattered, dissolving into scattered points of starlight, fading into the Biyou Palace, fading from the Three Realms.

Because of that trip home, although Ji never spoke of it, deep down he always suspected his mother had done something. After all, people are biased—though his father was also suspect, Grandpa Ji would never have thought ill of him.

Yet even in such circumstances, Copernicus’s gaze remained unwavering and bright, provoking in the bishop both incomprehension and utter disappointment. Why was this heretic so obstinate, so beyond redemption?

Still, Qin Jiu was right—they were well matched. Facing another “Qin Jiu,” Chu Bai experienced much the same.

Before nightfall, a sumptuous meal was laid out. As expected, the odd-haired one showed up again, acting as if nothing had happened.

The fifth brother burst out laughing when he heard Ye Kai agree, and when he looked at Ye Kai again, it was as though he saw a dead man. Yet in his heart, he still admired Ye Kai.

“General Du!” a voice suddenly called out. From the ranks, Yang Hu’er darted forward, dropping to his knees and kowtowing deeply. “General, please allow me to see my father and persuade him to surrender!” It was indeed Yang Hu’er.

“Heh, even Jubao Hall never possessed trillions of spirit stones and spirit herbs. I wonder how you, Wang Kai, had the nerve to make such a claim?” Yun Qianqian sneered, her eyes filled with contempt.

Ye Kai stowed away the three cursed blades and stepped back, eyeing the convulsing A Chi. He took a deep breath. He had won, but it was a pyrrhic victory.

Both companies, for now, were thriving. Just over a month ago, Nine Cities had secured the rights to World of Warcraft. Meanwhile, Tianqing’s games, Demon Domain and Conquest, had also become wildly popular.

“Hmm… I’ll have to think about it.” Yan Xun was genuinely tempted. She considered herself a capable game designer—her only shortcoming was funding.

“We’ll take you to the nearest town so you can recover,” Bai Susu said.

He knew that even if Chu Xi hadn’t intervened directly, she must have offered the orphanage considerable protection from the shadows. Otherwise, faced with such a powerful hospital, the orphanage would have been crushed long ago, with no chance of surviving until now.

Yesterday, Hu Dongsheng’s case discussion was brief—about fifteen minutes in total, divided into two parts.

Spots lifted his gaze to the sky, his dark green pupils narrowed, a flicker of instinctive wariness and sharpness glinting in his eyes.

But things were different now. Everyone in the village knew that Yang Zhenyu’s family had struck it rich this year and even forged connections with the county leaders. Wherever Mao Hongqin went, just a mention of the name brought people seeking her out.

It was like waking up at eleven after half a year at home, only to find that the parents who wouldn’t even make you lunch had suddenly prepared a lavish breakfast of meat, eggs, and milk, set out on the table.