Chapter 55: The Bai Family’s Scheme

Bai Huan found the letter in her father's study; the handwriting was familiar, and upon reading the content, she realized it was Ye Qingyan informing her that her father had passed away.

Signed: Little Junior Sister.

Attached was a poem:

Clouds part by the sun, the homeland grows distant,
I hope the wind delivers my tardy letter.
Leaning alone against the railing, gazing at the moon,
Bathed in clear light, all that's left is longing.

Bai Huan’s heart was struck with shock—Sun, Xi! Zhen Xi was actually Ye Qingyan; she was her father’s junior sister!

She carefully put the letter away, returned it to its place, and went back to her room.

“Brother Wang, what should we do?” The other soldiers, like Wang Qing, stood dumbly outside the Commandant’s Office, momentarily at a loss.

Though making bullets was difficult, it could be done slowly. With his revolver and gunpowder, Huang Changzu became the undisputed head of his family and naturally began managing part of the business.

The howling gale and explosive roar left all AST members temporarily deaf, while the blinding light forced them to squeeze their eyes shut.

Zhao Yinghua’s elder sister turned pale on hearing this, but remained silent. She sat there with her eyes cast down, gripping her chopsticks stiffly, not uttering a word.

At that moment, who knows how many envied Sun Sheng’s actions—Burial Sky Wind, Gu Zheng, Lingxiao River, Ling Yan with only half a body, and the young sovereigns who had just entered, all watched with reddened eyes, wishing it was themselves seated there.

Many of the paintings, as Li Mengyang had described, truly were like this: some deity holding a large porcelain bowl, with a bunch of envious nobodies below…Li Mengyang swore it was exactly so, truly.

The Ice Emperor, a renowned master for many years, had first stepped forward when Yunding Immortal Palace fell into trouble recently, making his reputation even greater now.

With no extra seats available, Shandora deliberately arranged for Noname’s people to sit in the special seats reserved for the organizers.

Unlike Sixteen Nights, who looked around restlessly, Eight Clouds Mo kept his gaze fixed on the Bull Demon King.

It was true—aside from a few empty wine bottles, the dried dishes in the kitchen sink, and some garbage, the house had only a thin layer of dust. Evidently, before that trash accumulated, someone had been maintaining the cleanliness of the home.

Of course, the young master did not wish to fall into enemy hands, but he had already reached the end of his strength, and behind him, the Eastern Spiritwood’s murderous intent was at its peak! In such circumstances, it seemed death was inevitable—perhaps he could die more dramatically, like self-detonating, which might even injure the Eastern Spiritwood.

Mengmeng softly called her name, but still made no move to shake my hand.

This passage is rather simple, conveying to the young master a universal truth: every place where people live is much the same, and under any sky, the principle of following nature holds true.

Tang Chuan watched this scene with a smile, casually tossing another nascent soul into his mouth. Having gained experience dealing with these Thousand Mechanism Camp cultivators, the young master was unfazed by the current situation.

As the gray petrification swept over his entire body, the only thought left in Lockhart’s mind was—so Dumbledore and the others had all been mistaken.

Agarwood is an extremely rich medicinal ingredient and must be dissolved; otherwise, its taste is worse than excrement. That is the reason for the adage, “the extremely fragrant turns foul.” Powdered dragon birth incense in a pool is wonderfully fragrant, but as a whole block, it is nothing but excrement—sperm whale excrement.

It was not until after four in the morning that Xiao Feng returned to the hotel where Ye Ke and the others were staying. Of course, in Lacrus, there was nothing that could really be called a hotel, despite the signs proclaiming them as high-class establishments.

Hearing this, Lu Youjing silently thought to himself: The Western Border Prince’s residence—then this must be Wusheng Square. Not far from home, perhaps there’s still a chance to escape back.

On the surface, Sha Zhihai agreed readily, but in his heart he was scheming how to drag the Liang family into an abyss from which they would never return.