Chapter 48: Incense

The man on the horse naturally grew anxious. Just as he turned his head to look, a thick mist shot straight into his eyes, stinging and burning fiercely. He hurriedly closed his eyes, but his left arm—the one holding the reins—was swiftly severed by Cha Du.

This battle had never truly ended. This struggle between life and time, between reality and the abyss, had always existed, lurking in every corner of this world.

Sure enough, Cheng Shanxuan didn’t retaliate; she merely covered her face, flawlessly concealing any trace of the white lotus’s acting skills.

Under Tie Xiangxue’s strike, Zhong Ling was also repelled by a burst of light, falling to the ground. After coughing up a mouthful of blood, she slipped into unconsciousness.

The Xuan Yu sword emitted a faint green glow, softly wailing like a mournful lament for the heavens, lifting sorrowful notes that pierced the heart.

“Lingzhi, tell Auntie who did this. I swear I’ll tear out his sinews and peel off his skin!” I believed those words completely. That day at the police station, I heard her impassioned voice inside, as if she wanted to devour the culprit.

“I beg you, if Yin Junfeng comes, please spare him,” Tie Xiangxue pleaded once more.

“You… don’t be ungrateful. Master Liu is trying to save you. Do you really think those people outside came because of us?” Yao Miao said angrily.

Originally, because of the music box, Yang Xi had been very attuned to Lin Hao’s presence. His recent actions warmed her heart even more.

Naturally, he was exhausted—more so than the two children. But without Maoqiu nearby, if he went to sleep, no one would watch over them. If anything happened, they wouldn’t even know how they died. That old man would laugh himself to death.

The experienced senior leaders of the large faction sensed something unusual and immediately began investigating through their vast network. Thanks to the explorers’ relentless spirit, it was only a matter of time before the secrets of the ancient city ruins would be exposed—especially with a mastermind stirring things up behind the scenes.

“I’ve met Lan Ding; he’s probably cold on the surface but warm at heart. You might want to give him a try. But I haven’t seen Lan Jia. Isn’t he at the mansion?” Tuoba Xiaozhi asked directly.

In the air, piercing sounds of broken air streaked through from time to time. Each slash brought a terrifying glow, followed by an aura of destruction.

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Along the way, Liu Qianfan led his troops without pause. The pace of a weary army was predictable.

Clearly, these were crawling insects, yet they acted like hopping bugs, each leap higher than the last. Mo Ye couldn’t help but marvel that, in this regard, these bugs resembled humans—they’d do anything when cornered.

“It’s alright. Let’s arrange it this way for now. When they return, if they prefer to stay here, we can change it,” Lan Yi said. They weren’t just staying a night or two; having a separate courtyard was more convenient.

Compared to Lin Weiwei’s mindset, Sun Hao appreciated Xu Manyu’s attitude more—though only relatively speaking, not indicating full support.

“Where is Tuoba Xiaozhi?” Lan Junzheng asked angrily, sensing she truly intended to leave and feeling disrespected.

Prince Fu Zhao Zuo glanced up and saw Ye Yu among the imperial army ahead. Rage surged within him, his hatred boiling over.

The grocery store had only opened a few days, many goods hadn’t even been shelved yet. What caught Mo Ye’s attention was the store’s shelving arrangement—innovative and not empty-looking, with deliberately reserved spaces that invited anticipation.

He had no desire to fight two prodigies simultaneously. Even if unafraid, there was no need to waste time. The forest held many treasures waiting to be discovered; perhaps the next powerful herb lay nearby.

Qiao Anhao nervously gripped her phone tightly, then took a deep breath and dialed Lu Jinnian’s number.

Yet, when the so-called biological father appeared, he tore open a hideous wound in Ji Rongyu’s life.

In this capital, no one dared openly wrong her like that. It was utterly intolerable. Even if the emperor had sent that Scarlet figure, the emperor would never allow her to be so arrogant as to beat people openly, especially to bully a princess and the prime minister’s wife.

He sat in the driver’s seat, stunned for a moment, not even glancing at Han Ruchu beside him, then started the car and drove off.

“So this is the power of the Broken Martial Realm—truly formidable!” Ye Cangtian smiled. In the Refined Martial Realm, he had cultivated profound energy, but could only release it as energy flow without showing true strength. Now, having ascended to the Broken Martial Realm, his profound energy burst forth, becoming externalized. He was truly a formidable warrior.

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Outside the city, the two hundred thousand rebel troops were doomed. Facing the overwhelming flood, all their armor and massive ships were utterly destroyed in an instant, thus resolving the crisis of Jinling in one fell swoop, sparing the kingdom from ruin.

Thus, Bi Changxiao, Mo Yin, Hai Niansong, and the monk formed a triangular siege, encircling Tu Lingxiao. Bi Changxiao, already pleased, saw Mo Yin and Hai Niansong join to make it three against one and raised his golden blade, reigniting his fighting spirit.

For a father who knew his son wouldn’t live beyond two years, what could be more important than ensuring his son’s comfort, allowing him to spend his final years in peace?

“An ant is just an ant. One move from me and I can kill you,” Bai Lan sneered coldly. Believing Ye Cangtian had been sealed, he gathered a terrifying surge of profound energy, preparing to end Ye Cangtian’s life with a single strike.

Perhaps some viewers had sensed something from the clerk’s account, but hadn’t yet figured it out.

After being stabbed by a dagger, Song Ruilong clutched it with both hands, bent over, and took three steps backward, his expression grim.

Loud crashes echoed within the city walls, accompanied by muffled groans of pain. Three minutes later, the sole surviving insurgent teetered on the edge of madness. No matter how hard he tried, that seemingly fragile membrane could not be shaken in the slightest.

“I want to see if there’s anything she needs in her bedroom,” Nannan said. Her large, dark, bright eyes sparkled with innocence as she spoke.

Yanshan Town lay ten miles southeast of Yinglong Ridge, a crucial pass between Hongdu County and Doru County. The towering mountains produced stone ideal for inkstone crafting, and Yinglong Palace housed several inkstone workshops there.