Volume One, Chapter 111: Master Truly Taught Well

The more he thought about it, the more he felt it was possible. But the most crucial thing now was to find Xiao Xingrong. Otherwise, even if his own sister was found, it would only drag her into danger.

“I don’t think we can afford to stay passive any longer,” Yun Mojiu suddenly said.

Shen Yan looked at him. “You mean to lure them out again?”

Yun Mojiu nodded.

“Really?” Luo Qi immediately returned to the cabin, glanced into the mirror, and was startled to see a silver-white crescent-shaped mark had appeared on the upper right side of his forehead, a mark that wouldn’t come off no matter how he tried to wipe it.

“Mi’er,” Qu Xue’er looked at Su Miyu with a pang of sympathy. “You should have just stayed home. Why go running after that scoundrel?”

“Is the marshal’s word really trustworthy? What guarantee do you have?” It was the old fox of the Ma family who raised the crucial point.

Seeing the other men, including the Fourth Young Master, lost in a daze, and Chen Zilong’s eyes shining with a beast-like gleam, Shen Yan couldn’t help but shake his head with a wry smile.

“My name is Luo Qi. May I ask a question?” Luo Qi spoke up as Xiao Yi was about to leave.

After speaking, Xiao Yi grew restless. He didn’t want to endure such things, but it was a necessary process. He didn’t know how many more would leave Yifeng like today.

Those two immediately began imagining countless scenes. Their vacant faces even seemed to drool... Were they really that happy?

Zhu Hao completely ignored Brother Wang’s thoughts, leaving the city and rushing to the camp to summon all the generals.

“Indeed, the master is truly helping me,” Wei Xin thought, feeling an overwhelming surge of pride she could hardly put into words.

In reality, the best use of elites should be to send them out. If those hundreds had formed a blockade at the start of the siege, it wouldn’t have been so easy for Li Lingyi to break through. But now things were different—this close-quarters combat made it hard to leverage numerical advantage effectively.

As a result, more people naturally wanted to join the family, because they now had something to strive for. With enough effort, they might even become the clan leader one day. Wasn’t that motivation enough?

Zong Yun noticed their uneasy expressions and, sensing their fear, felt confident enough to press on.

Tian Xuanzi waited a moment. Seeing no response, he spoke again: “Friends here, we are merely passing through and do not wish to cause trouble. However, we hope you will make your stance clear.” This time, the bald men all stared at him, yet he remained still.

Meanwhile, Cinderella’s current appearance made more sense—her changed features explained why her stepmother and stepsister failed to recognize her. Yang Yi’s eyes brightened, eager to see how events would unfold. Cinderella’s dramatic entrance captivated everyone’s attention, including that of the prince.

“Don’t stare!” Feng Ruocheng whispered to Yang Jing, who then closed his eyes. Feng Ruocheng fumbled over his body nervously and then reached into his pants to check himself, relieved to find he hadn’t been violated.

He remained calm, but the police chief was panicking. He had never seen anyone so composed with a gun pointed at them.

Then the two entered one of the forging rooms, bathed in a fierce red glow. Following the light, they saw a raised platform, and in its center stood a furnace—the likely place where the forging took place.

Her left hand hung over the bedside, bent backward. Bruises marred her jade-like arm, while the lower half of her body lay beneath the covers.