Chapter 29: The Other Side of the Corrupt Official

Only then did Bai Huan notice the glow of fire from the kitchen in the west wing, and a delicious aroma wafting from within.

“Feiyu, come in.”

Dong Yi’s clear, slow voice flowed like a gentle stream, inexplicably quelling the anxiety in Bai Huan’s heart. She turned toward the sound.

Feiyu stepped inside, and soon reappeared carrying a large tray with three exquisite dishes and two bowls of noodles.

Bai Huan stared in astonishment at the man who followed him out.

Dong Yi, famed for the goat-drawn carriage that sparked frenzied crowds,

pondered his next move as he made his way to the adjoining room. Lin Lan had just mentioned this was the infirmary.

But the pain was excruciating. Even though his dislocated jawbone had been set and the hook reattached, he still couldn’t speak, managing only to groan in distress by instinct.

The man had fierce eyes and a bristling beard, a broad chest and powerful waist, clad in black shining armor with a broadsword at his side—who else could he be but the great general?

With their current weapons and equipment, a frontal breakthrough was impossible; they’d have to devise another plan.

Zhang Ziqi was startled. “Si Yifeng, what are you doing up so late? Why aren’t you asleep?” After venting her anger in a marathon of Korean dramas earlier, her temper had long since cooled.

Though he had narrowly survived by using his special ability to transform his body into elemental form, the impact of the fallen stars and the earth’s violent upheaval forced Ye Han into unconsciousness. In this vast sea of magma, his soul, too, slipped into slumber.

Now, though, the time was ripe. Ye Han had refrained from showing himself before because he wanted to observe the combat prowess of his Sunset Army. Now that he had seen it for himself, he was well satisfied.

Above him was a handwriting he recognized—bold, free-flowing, and elegant, brimming with poise. It was the script of Master Wu Xuan, whom he knew so well.

Suddenly, a system notification startled Chu Han. He had always thought there was only one King of Horses in Yunzhong County, likely the legendary Red Hare, but to his surprise, there were two others as well.

It was truly frustrating. Yet it hardly mattered now; as long as Yezi was present, communication here was smooth and unhindered.

Lin Wei nodded and sat cross-legged, a faint crimson aura rippling from his side.

“Wow! A master!” Atu praised. Despite constantly mocking Jialan, the so-called Golden Fighter, for being all reputation and no substance—always getting bullied by him, a mere Silver Fighter—he had to admit that if he were forced to catch the Grand Angel’s arrow himself, it would chill him to the bone.

“When do you plan to set out? Is there anything you need to prepare?” Tu Meng asked. He understood that once the Invincible One made a decision, there was nothing he could do to change it.

I am twenty-three this year. Four months ago, because of a single word from you, I returned; because of a word from you, I fought for the tribe, even at the risk of offending the Mountain Tribe, who have always treated me with great kindness. Two months ago, you became close with the prince of the Eastern Tribe. I didn’t want to hear that same sentence from you a fifth time, so I left.

His senses were extremely keen. Though the intelligence core gave no warning, he still sensed that something was amiss.

“Isn’t it because you’re always so mischievous? What year is it, and you’re still calling your teacher names? Honestly, who taught you such things?” Tao Hong scolded relentlessly.

Finally, the mages willing to go to war in the Beamon Empire were organized into a mage corps by Ivan and sent off to the empire.

Just as the intelligence core chimed to signal completion, the crystal ball in Lin Wei’s hand shattered instantly. This was a safeguard to prevent buyers from reusing a sorcery model. Once the information was transferred to the user’s mind, the recording crystal would self-destruct.

“No need, we’re leaving soon. Once everything’s packed, we’ll go together,” Shu Fang said casually, placing an unopened bottle of drink into her bag. Xiao Han didn’t take it seriously; as Shu Fang said, with their departure so imminent, there was no point in delaying even a few more minutes.