33 This is Shanxiu Village.

"You villain! I hired you as a guide in good faith, paying you handsomely, and yet you repay my kindness with treachery. Not only did you lure us here, but you even resorted to such low-handed tactics as poisoning! I will surely see to it that you meet a miserable end!" Xie Ziqing’s face was pale and she swayed unsteadily, yet her tongue remained sharp.

Longyue had arrived by sedan chair, but it was not appropriate to use one for strolling through the streets. Fortunately, the Ancient Main Street was not far, so the two walked, treating it as a leisurely stroll.

"Get lost! What does this have to do with you? Are you looking for a beating again?" Tiantian had never given Yu Fei a pleasant look. Strangely, for two years, Yu Fei had persisted, never getting angry, and never daring to be.

With the incident becoming so large, local and foreign reporters swarmed in at the first scent of news. With the squad of cat-demon police absent and several human officers having escorted people to the hospital, the shortage of personnel to maintain order became severe, making it impossible to stop the crowd of reporters who valued a story more than their lives.

After nearly an hour, the bustling canteen gradually quieted down. With the dinner rush over, the exhausted kitchen staff finally found a moment of respite to eat their own meal.

Just as the words were spoken, several school security guards rushed in, led by none other than Captain Hu Kanshan.

Zhao Han gasped for breath, feeling a searing, fiery pain throughout his body. His physique, tempered repeatedly by the Great Sun Glazed Golden Body Art and the Nine Transformations of Gods and Demons, had been breached. Moreover, a strange force seemed to linger in the wound like a parasitic maggot, preventing it from healing; it was aggressive, vicious, and attempting to spread to the surrounding tissue.

Hearing this, Fei Yan couldn't help but swallow hard. Her heart was filled with a mix of tension and excitement, the peculiar feeling evident on her face.

An elderly woman with a wrinkled face and snow-white hair sat on the sofa, clutching her mobile phone while weeping as she spoke.

No matter how prosperous a city may be, there are always rich and poor. The wealthy live in grand mansions, while the poor are forced to huddle in dark, damp alleys. Hua Wan'er was undoubtedly poor, and the place she lived was in a forgotten corner.

ZS was momentarily stunned by his use of the term "the government army of your country," but quickly realized he was referring to the KMT army, as the KMT government was the internationally recognized government, and foreign embassies with diplomatic ties to the country were established in its capital, Nanjing.

Yu Daozheng felt bitter. With Ye Dong having powerful backers, he wasn't worried about trouble and acted as if he didn't care. How could he possibly compare to him?

Han Qili pressed the letter to her chest, her haggard face instantly glowing with radiance, looking like a completely different person than before.

Regarding these circumstances, Lin Haitao and Old Ghost could only speculate, but he was not merely guessing; he had seen it with his own eyes, and seeing is believing.

Gu Changqing was already somewhat tipsy. He went upstairs alone. Ye Fei watched him open his door and turn to leave, when he suddenly heard Gu Changqing’s lazy voice from above.

Zhangsun You despised the Empress in her heart. The reason the Empress was doing this was simply because she no longer had eyes inside the Prince of War’s manor! So she wanted to plant two more. Hmph! This time, you are destined to be disappointed.

After arranging matters at the shop, there was one more thing of great importance to Zhangsun You: searching for the Jinglong Sword within the Prince of War’s manor.

Zhang Feng clutched his throat with one hand, stumbling and crashing about in the center of the hall, overturning tables and chairs. He didn't look like someone choking on a fish bone, but rather like a madman who had swallowed half a catty of expired "blue pills," rampaging through the hall and causing absolute chaos.

Jiang Xinyi watched the two wedding processions depart, then boarded her carriage to wait for them at the Xiaoyao Pavilion to toast the couple.

Many who recognized Zhou Dongna pretended to see nothing, quietly slipping toward the door, acting as if they had never been there.

"It doesn't matter. Within a month, your level will be clear. If you aren't up to standard, I can have you pack your bags and get out!" Lin Feng said.

"Understood. He is about to go and expand his territory. I am his friend and wish to send him a token of my regard," Xue Nu said calmly.

Beyond the Cheng Hu Temple, there stood a pagoda that rose abruptly from the water, soaring straight into the sky. Its spire pierced the clouds, its path vast and ethereal; the world called it the Heaven-Reaching Pagoda, the highest point in all the land.

Thinking of this, Xu Mo'er felt a deep sense of injustice. She had projected herself into the role of Tong Leixi. Thinking of such a lovely person being deceived by Xu Moshen, her heart ached so much that she could hardly hold back her tears.

Seeing this, Ling Ming immediately gathered all his strength, sprang up from the ground, and engaged the Iron-Faced Venerable in battle.

Tong Leixi climbed off the bed in a fawning manner, moved to the head of the bed behind Xu Moshen, and began kneading his shoulders with a smile, effectively silencing whatever he had intended to say.

Otherwise, if they were to fly on swords, it would be difficult to remain undetected given the demon race's keen sensitivity to the outside world.

Mu Chen had just returned to the company. All the way back, he had been reflecting on Jun Yue's condition today. Since she still cared so deeply about that matter, she would remain obediently under their watch.