Chapter 86: The Ambush

Zhao Su led Li Sheng and four guards, each carrying some food, toward the ten or so villagers in the village. Originally, these should have been young and strong men, but now their faces were sallow and thin—clear victims of disaster. He had always felt deep sympathy and guilt toward such sufferers, unable to bear the sight of human misery.

For this reason, wherever he went, if officials or landed gentry dared to disregard the lives of the people, he would raise his blade and mete out justice...

In a world of immortal martial arts, a world a thousand times more unfair than his previous life, the imperial examination remained the sole opportunity that retained a semblance of fairness.

Compared to the previous crushing defeat, this encounter had already allowed him to invade Su Chen's jungle, disrupting his rhythm of clearing monsters—was this not progress?

Pei Qian’s eyes narrowed slightly. Carelessly, she placed another exercise book, originally prepared for Xia Qingqing, onto the table, leaning a little closer to Mu Shi.

The person in charge intended to allocate two of the spots to them, reserving the third for a relative. With this thought, he didn’t pause, heading straight to the other family’s home.

Wen Churan’s technical skills with computers weren’t particularly advanced, but his physical abilities were top-notch.

Legend told of a pair of lovers who, while traversing the desolate God Mountain, together witnessed traces of Heaven’s Wrath.

A sleeping beauty and a princess carry—a scene of utmost romance. Yet her fall ruined the mood entirely. The beautiful visions she had conjured were all shattered by her.

Li Sui'an squeezed his arm, feeling as if an extra diamond-patterned layer of keratin had formed on his skin, increasing its toughness. He slapped his arm forcefully, holding nothing back. With his immense strength, the blow sounded like an air cannon going off.

She took the jade pendant, lifted the carriage curtain for a glance. The pendant was crystal clear, its warmth tinged with coldness. Though she had never owned such a thing, she knew it was not something an ordinary family could possess.

Yet her mind remained blank, unable to recall even a sliver of memory about seeing this red envelope at the police station.

At the dining table, the two elders discussed matters of business. Father An informed the Leng family that he was reacquiring Leng Group shares from the Luo family. With this, Yichen finally felt his worries ease.

The old lady and Hua Erxi, Hua Sanxi, had never imagined Hua Banxia would dare to openly rebel. For a moment, they were stunned in place. Only when Hua Daxi shouted did they recover.

Of course, Nangong Xiaoran was not the only one who understood Qin Lie's intentions. Sikong Miao’s gaze once again met Qin Lie’s in midair.

Mengqi didn’t know what to say after hearing this. Shocked by Jiang Shan’s revelations, she also realized that no matter how she tried to explain, Jiang Shan would remain deeply hurt. Holding the sorrowful Jiang Shan in her arms, Mengqi said, “I’m sorry. I don’t know why this happened. I’m really sorry.”

Xia’er? Hua Banxia stopped upon hearing Yun Ye’s voice. Since when had she gained another name? No one had ever called her that before.

“Doctor, how is my young master?” Jinru asked nervously as the physician withdrew his hand from the pulse.

Mengqi wanted to say more, but Mother Leng had already given her marching orders. Not wanting to clash with Yichen's mother again, she said, “Auntie, I’m just next door. If you need anything, just call me.” With that, she returned to her room.

The livestock business in Qiaoli Village was booming, and the lotus ponds had expanded to over a thousand acres. All this land was funded by Hua Banxia; she had never told Qiao Da and the others how much debt she bore.

“Of course. Let’s go! I imagine someone is already eager to see me,” the Cloud Emperor said, leaving the palace for the council hall.

Matsui led his troops through the mountain path, weaving through unseen passages. He aimed to avoid detection and launch a lightning strike on the main stronghold at Zongda Dyke.

A voice of gentle monotone sounded, as if spoken by a robot. At last, the three-dimensional projection device, repaired by Gongsun Buwen, displayed a figure seated in a wheelchair. The image was somewhat blurred, the features indistinct, but Chen Junyi knew exactly who it was.