Chapter Ninety-One: Bloodstained Cake Crumbs (Second Update)

All the constables couldn't help but feel a jolt in their hearts, exchanging glances with one another. By the looks of things, this Ah Fu had every reason to commit murder. But… if he was the killer, why would he have also killed Old Madam Liu?

Dean Feng saw their expressions and instantly understood their thoughts. He hurriedly explained, “Although, after that incident, Ah Fu often complained about the people in the Benevolent Asylum, he never did anything truly excessive to them. When working, he still—”

Suddenly, Weasel Tian roared, the silvery shield around him flaring to life once more. His claws slashed in quick succession, and a massive lotus platform appeared beneath his feet. With a fierce downward press, it surged with power.

Back when the Sorcerer World was still only a mid-tier realm, most sorcerers of the fourth rank and above were obsessed with waging planar wars, plundering resources on a grand scale through conquest.

“Hmph! It's time for you to witness the might of the Emperor’s Eye!” sneered the two Shadow Walkers. With a faint wave of their black paper fans, nothing seemed to happen—yet, that disciple was flung a dozen meters away, a sight that made the heart quail.

Upon witnessing this tragic spectacle, the other man’s fighting spirit was doused as if by a bucket of cold water. He retreated swiftly, but Night Sun had no intention of letting him go, following up with a rapid volley of four punches.

“I understand… Rest assured… you may go in peace…” Chu Zifeng’s words made Li Sheng fall to his knees with a heavy thud, his eyes wide with disbelief as he stared fiercely at Chu Zifeng.

“Wait, the two of them… didn’t they just drink the blood poured by the bald man?” one of the servants remarked.

They were all experts and naturally well aware of Wan Jiuyun's formidable strength. They also understood that Wan Jiuyun’s leniency was already more than they deserved; had he truly wished to kill them, they would have had no means to resist.

The trio from the Sect of Divine Transformation was visibly pleased, while those from the Huang clan and the Cloud and Rain Heaven Sect wore sour expressions. They had not anticipated that Chen Xiao’s status within the Sect of Divine Transformation would rise yet again, now directly to that of a core elder.

“Master Ye, I beg you, save me! No matter the cost, even if I must become your servant for life, please cure this poison that has tormented me for two thousand years!” Old Ge pleaded anxiously. Now that he knew there was a solution, he couldn't afford to miss this chance.

To the nobility, such matters were common knowledge. Yet for Lina, who had never encountered the world of aristocrats, it all seemed fantastical, like listening to tales from a thousand and one nights.

If not for that rascal’s surprising strength in that regard, they truly would not have managed to get away with it.

In that moment, Zhao Gan clearly saw the calluses covering his mother’s palm. Tears threatened to spill, but he sniffed and held them in.

Otherwise, what other power could cause even the Eldest Young Master of the Celestial Profound Sect to blanch at its mention, or have the Third Young Master of the Earth Transformation Sect serve so eagerly? Lacking understanding of the Lingxiao Hall, Guo Lin could only guess at her true standing within the sect.

But when the steward confirmed it as truth, everyone was stunned. What followed was a cacophony of weeping and shouting, chaos overwhelming the room.

Zhao Gan never believed those tales of three hundred glances in a past life earning the chance to be together in this one. Yet he always held faith that planting a seed of kindness would, perhaps, bear a good fruit someday.

The sword nearly slipped from his grip. He steadied himself—he must not lose; Snowy Sea was still in their hands. But the wound in his side made it impossible to stand straight; only by hunching slightly could he lessen the searing pain.

Still, one can only hide for so long; if this path is chosen, then it must be walked to the end.

“The Giant Rooster—he did it?” Li Menghua was uncertain. With Wu Yu’s recounting, all previous deductions had to be reconsidered.

Only he could do it; any other spirit master, even with stronger techniques, would have perished on the spot. To directly confront the spirit beast’s skills with spirit arts was foolhardy, especially given their enemies’ overwhelming numbers.

The old general continued upholding his dignified bearing, expounding at length on the virtues of respecting the elderly and cherishing the young.

The speaker was a young man in black robes, his smile chilling. As he turned to leave, a pale skull appeared emblazoned on the sweeping hem of his cloak.

The power of the Solar Bell was scorching beyond compare; if it struck, the remaining shadow energy of the Shadow King would be utterly annihilated, his soul scattered in an instant.

As dusk fell and the city lights flickered on, this place became a sea of revelry—a playground for the dissipated, where countless sins unfolded in the shadows. Here, fish and dragons, dogs and lions, all wore masks, indulging in the utmost luxury life could offer.

Having landed safely, Zhao Wujie’s heart was still pounding. He saw the monstrous bird had also landed, staggering forward, clearly exhausted—alive after losing so much blood was a miracle in itself. Remembering his own fright, Zhao Wujie, consumed with anger, hefted his “Ink Blade” and strode over.

The Orc King’s attitude was firm, his tone resolute; a clash with Calamity was now unavoidable.

“Alright,” said Tu Li simply, glancing at Zhao Wujie. The sight of Zhao firing his gun to intercept an airborne grenade was etched deeply into Tu Li’s memory.

Any issues arising during the process would serve as good training for Zhao Wu and his men, perhaps even revealing some promising household guards.

He Shihan positioned herself between the county’s garrison and the common folk, doing her utmost to explain the officials’ intentions and rules, urging the townspeople to remain calm.

Even so, Gao Fangping felt uneasy. He sensed that Gao Lian’s imitation was superficial, lacking true spirit.

The father and son had heard from the housekeeper that Chu Baorong had been specially sent by the Empress Dowager as a bed-warming attendant.

Clearly, his mother had already factored in every possibility—lingering in bed, confusion, dawdling—so Ling Xin still arrived at school early. With less than a third of the class present, she chose a seat by the window.