Volume One, Chapter 114: News of Xiao Xingrong Has Arrived

When Yun Mojiu and his companions arrived at the film shooting base, the scene was in utter chaos. From afar, they could see a throng of media and fans crowding the entrance to the crew, their emotions visibly stirred.

The film crew was being interviewed, while the police maintained order in some areas and took statements in others.

Yun Mojiu and the others didn’t stop; instead, they passed through the crew and swiftly headed toward the nearby forest not far from the filming location.

This time, the battle king expert concealed on the rooftop had fully activated his spiritual awareness. He closed his eyes with solemn focus, determined not to miss a single strong presence around him. Under such spiritual scrutiny, even an expert at the peak of the Battle King realm or the early Battle Emperor stage would be instantly detected if they made a move.

Physician Xu nodded gently, his demeanor kind and silent. Sitting beside the bed, he reached out to feel Long Tianwei’s pulse, carefully scrutinizing his complexion, lifting his eyelids, and even asking him to stick out his tongue for examination.

Among the Taoist sect, many possessed profound cultivation, yet at this moment, they were adrift amidst the storm. Some merely looked up at the sky from the earth, convinced they could not break through the tempest to reach the heavens, and thus did not appear.

“What then of the Myriad Trees Spirit-Transforming Pill? Why does every cultivator who takes this pill become like a withered tree, their vitality completely drained?” After steadying himself, Ye Feng asked again.

“No, your martial skills must pass my inspection. Otherwise, I will never agree,” Shui Xun immediately refused.

The method was simple, the goal clear. The first batch of soldiers performed admirably, many enduring hellish forced marches, their fates forever changed.

He did not know what the River God felt, nor whether he had confidence. But he knew this was the most formidable existence he had ever encountered.

This place was the world’s largest poppy planting base, the infamous Golden Triangle, and this hill belonged to the largest armed faction here—the Sha family.

As he stepped out of the room, more than a dozen figures appeared before him. Except for Xu Youruo, most were unfamiliar faces to Duan Qiu.

Xiaoxiang was unwilling to admit that Zhuang Peng’s influence over her exceeded even her own imagination, yet the truth was—no matter how tough Lin Xiaoxiang was, she was thrown off balance in front of Zhuang Peng.

“You’re truly confident. The moment I give the order, you will shatter into pieces,” the general’s expression darkened.

“Go home. You’re ‘One Hundred Thousand Whys.’ Where do all these questions come from?” Zhuang Peng replied coldly.

“What was released? Didn’t the concubine have Doctor Yu examine her?” Wan Ling glanced at the pillow in Miss Miao’s hands. It was made by her, that was certain, but so what?

The matriarch understood now—it was a request for money. She was about to relent and offer some from her personal funds to the Jin family, but reflecting on the disgraceful things Jin and Ye Wanru had done lately, the matriarch began to wonder if, as Wan Ling said, she had spoiled them too much.

After Mo Yu finished speaking, Si Wu nodded in agreement. Clapping her hands happily, she said, “Good, very good,” then stormed off in a huff.

Yu Wan glanced at the other and smiled, then turned left, walked straight ahead, and took a turn to the nearby restroom.

Since it was Captain Mu’s home, they truly wished not to make things awkward. The police brought Mu Xinlian back and reluctantly placed handcuffs on her wrists. They had preferred not to do this, but given the circumstances, it was necessary.

At the front, a middle-aged beggar was furious; his greasy hair had been turned into a wild explosion by a firecracker.

Parking along the lakeside road was difficult, so Zhan Nanye first dropped Si Lian by the roadside, then drove off to find a parking spot.