Chapter Thirty-Five: Descent

Changwei spoke with a carefree air, yet inside, he was a tempest of frustration, uncertain how to vent his agitation. He patted the silver tucked into his robes, an idea forming in his mind.

He lunged forward and grabbed a passerby, his expression fierce and menacing. "Is there any place in this capital where a man can find some female company?"

The ferocity of his aura startled the man. "Y-yes, o-of course there is..."

"Where?!"

"J-just up ahead... there’s one... the most famous one in the capital..."

After the Ge family departed, Xu Ruyin remained in the ward. Perhaps it was the blood loss combined with her trip to the police station, but she soon drifted into a heavy, lethargic sleep.

Jiang Lan and Zhou Ruoxi gently received the pristine, off-the-shoulder robe, its texture as pure as falling snow.

Zhu Jiangcai was stunned, as if unable to believe his ears, before he immediately led several nurses and dashed inside.

Gu Qingyi remained unperturbed, but Ye Changsheng’s hackles rose instantly. His nerves strained to the breaking point, and he instinctively retreated two steps with a sharp, scuffling sound.

Jiang Lan’s brows knitted together, her gaze cutting like a blade toward the strange, fish-headed creatures lurking in the deep water. They appeared and vanished, as if plotting some insidious scheme. Despite the scene, there was no fear in her heart—only cold, unwavering resolve.

Those who besieged Xu Xingzhi were indeed sent by Xu Zhensheng, but Xu Mian’an, fearing his target might survive, had secretly hired two assassins from abroad to blend into the fray. He had never expected Xu Xingzhi to escape their clutches.

With a thunderous roar, Xiao Chen’s aura surged violently, his crimson spiritual energy coalescing into a storm that swept through everything in its path.

Bellowing in rage, Ying Zhan shifted his hand seals, conjuring several hideous dragon heads behind him that lunged toward Ye Changsheng from every direction.

"My master said he will not see you! Do you dare force your way in?" Qingluan, the guard standing by, snapped her eyes in annoyance and stepped forward, ready to strike him down.

She was met only with a disdainful roll of the eyes. Xu Xingzhi walked straight to Ming Sui’s ward, where Jiang Xun was already tending to her bedside.

Was I truly limited to cycling through all my skills, and if that failed to kill my opponent, was there simply no other way?

Was this the style Jun Moran truly favored? It had to be said, it was remarkably similar to Jun Moran’s own temperament.

The ministers below exchanged glances. They perceived the Emperor’s bias toward the Marquis of Anping, but more importantly, they saw that the survival of the Marquis’s estate was merely a pawn in the power struggle between the Emperor and the Prince Regent.

To those with sharp eyes like Qi Chi, he was a trusted aide to Grand Academician He Shuo—a star of the bureaucracy, gifted in political maneuvering, and under constant scrutiny. Jia Huan’s three proposals at the Wuying Hall had left a deep impression on the ministers.

In the command tent, the guerrillas, battalion commanders, and deputy commanders sat at ease. Shen Qian occupied the lowest seat; acting on Jia Huan’s orders, he was there to engage with the generals.

To react in an instant and parry the tip of his blade with the flat of a sword, without the slightest error—it was clear that the God-General Haijin would not be easy to defeat.

Meanwhile, many students came from humble backgrounds and often took odd jobs—some went out to hunt or patrol, while others worked part-time as guards for the nobility, much like the two of them.

The short, stout man thought I was playing games with him, so he demanded at least forty thousand, refusing to budge. I told him he could do as he pleased, as I didn’t have that much money. His attitude immediately soured; he began to curse and swore that he would no longer take my money, but would wait for me at school just to break my legs.

Given his current strength, whether he encountered Zhen Yuanzi or the Ancestor of Yin and Yang, he had a high probability of placing in the top three.

On the first day of arriving in Los Angeles, Shen Juan met with a veteran industry album producer whom Le Hua had helped him find.

One after another, various clans sent envoys to invite Li Ya to join their monster-slaying teams. Li Ya would not receive them, speaking only through the gate. He neither directly refused nor agreed to their offers.