Chapter 114: The Final Judgment of the Apocalypse (Part One)

One night later.

The leader of the Dyeing Guild was walking along the street, with his son following closely behind. Their footsteps quickened as they headed toward the Holy Angel Fortress.

“Qin Qiao must be deceiving us.”

“He’s just stalling for time.”

“He’s trying to inform Leo!”

As they walked, the guild leader shared his thoughts with his son.

“Knowing his character, he would have already reported to Leo long ago.”

Noticing a strand of beard over an inch long on his own chin, and comparing his attire—which resembled that of a middle-aged man and was reminiscent of Qin Dynasty costume from TV dramas—the people nearby gasped in surprise. None of them had expected that Li Qian would immediately throw down five million just for Lin Hu.

Lina, bearing Ji Kai’s authorization, left to prepare for acquiring some automotive industries and to establish a research lab.

“There’s still a vacant private room on the second floor, Room Three,” the landlady replied swiftly.

After spending two more days at home with his parents, Ji Kai took his private jet to Hong Kong. Having already reserved a room at the Peninsula Hotel and arranged for a car to pick him up, Ji Kai and his group went straight to the hotel upon landing.

Examining the etched marks, Ji Kai found nothing similar in the legacy of Qi cultivation he had inherited; nor did they resemble any wizard’s runes. Though called etched marks, they looked unmistakably like claw scratches.

What is a verbal spell? It is a special linguistic incantation used to transmit certain information directly into the recipient’s mind, replacing their inner thoughts with that message. The process is gentle, requiring only a brief period of dazedness.

The night passed quietly. The next morning, the moment Lin Hu went to the restroom, he was petrified. Inside, dozens of bras hung everywhere, in every color imaginable, as if prepared especially for him.

Just as he was about to eliminate the righteous man who had stolen his precious spiritual treasure, unexpectedly, a rustic ascendant appeared. The damned righteous man even handed his spiritual treasure to that person.

“You’re saying Mr. He was poisoned by medicine!” Master Bi’s face turned pale with shock and disbelief.

“No, absolutely not! I refuse to accept your prescription!” Du Chengyuan said firmly.

Hearing that voice—one that had appeared countless times in his dreams—Ye Zi’s body trembled slightly. Then she turned around, her beautiful eyes filled unmistakably with affection as she looked at the visitor.

How to do it? How to do it? Damn, I was too busy bonding with Wei Zi just now, and I forgot to listen to the lesson. What question was Liu Haojing asking exactly?

Seeing Song Wulun discard all pretenses and directly approach the chairman, the envoys exchanged glances, and Xu Zhaozheng took the lead in speaking.

His eyes straightened, and so did those of everyone present. But they weren’t looking at the jade; their gaze was fixed on Xin Xing.

Who would have thought that in the blink of an eye, Hua Ziran would suffer a massive setback? The kingdom he had built over years was forcibly taken by a member of the Gu family. It truly caught everyone off guard.

Though Brother Fang had a loud voice, he refrained from using curses or threats. After all, they were opening doors for business; offending so many guests at once—especially those on the fifth floor—would ruin the reputation of the Stone Gambling City. If word got out, who would dare to visit again?

Following the explanation from the earlier voice, those unfamiliar still struggled to understand, but they knew the poem must be excellent. They hurriedly joined in the applause, anxious not to seem less cultured by clapping too late.

“Second Master is not confused—you are blinded by your involvement. I am merely a clear-eyed observer,” Xianxi said, scratching her head.

The shopkeeper looked at Zhao Wan’ning with a puzzled expression. Having never heard of her before, he prepared to start explaining from the beginning.

The painted screen shook its head, silently pondering. With her cautious nature, if anyone had entered Zhao Wan’ning’s precious quarters at midnight, she would have known. Yet, after falling asleep last night, she slept soundly through the night without checking on Zhao Wan’ning even once. Could it be that Zhao Wan’ning was simply too exhausted from the past few days of care, and that was why she couldn’t wake up?