Chapter 67: The Pumpkin Carriage

Inside the rounded carriage, a woman with short hair hacked into a messy mess by scissors poked her head out.

The carriage brushed past Liang Dan, and the woman shouted, "Liang Dan, get in!"

Liang Dan felt his scalp tingle, grabbed the hand extended by the woman, and leaped into the carriage in a single bound.

The carriage rolled forward relentlessly as the soldiers behind, mounted on horseback and brandishing exquisite longswords, gave chase without stopping.

The foremost soldier shouted, "Leave the witch behind, and your lives shall be spared!"

"What's the use of liking someone when there's no way he could ever like me!" Lu Xiaoyan muttered with a trace of disappointment upon hearing this.

Now, back in the team and at her own home, she had to apologize to Li Long's eldest brother yet again—was her pride really worth this little?

This was, after all, the eldest son of the Zongzheng family, and word had it that his maternal grandfather's family held a marquisate. How could such a fine match be delayed? Therefore, the entire Zhang family simply sold off their estate and all their businesses, packed their belongings, and headed all the way north.

This time, he had specifically invited Dean Sigrid of Notting Academy. Having the protection of a defensive-type Spirit Ancestor made things vastly safer.

Ye nodded in approval. To be able to convert the original chakra secret arts into spiritual power secret arts right after completing the Reaper Transformation was enough to demonstrate Tsunade's peerless talent.

Lady Bai was indeed catching up. I heard a deafening roar echoing from the direction of the back mountain, sounding like rolling thunder or a sudden flash flood, causing the very ground to tremble slightly.

Thinking of this, he suddenly felt that handing over the head-of-family token was not so grievance-inducing after all. Each generation produces talents that surpass the previous; the era that belonged to him had ultimately passed.

This level of pain was nothing to a ninja, and Shisui merely frowned slightly.

The handcart had some years on it, and the quality of the materials was quite decent, but it had seen a bit too much wear, which explained its current state.

"Then help your uncle hold the horse, and your dad and I will unload the cart." Li Long handed the reins to Li Jiangang, and then unloaded the cart together with Li Jianguo.

He looked at the three green dots before him: one belonged to the sect leader of the Fengyang Sect, one to the master of the Qianqing Palace, and the last to the leader of the Demonic Sect. Though nothing of their bodies remained, they had left behind three green spots of light. These points were invisible to others, but anyone who had cultivated the Death Absolute Art could absorb them.

If Ning Weimin actually dared to sell this kind of stuff in Japan, he would end up fined and imprisoned, and not far from shutting down.

It wasn't that Madam Shen hadn't guessed Aunt Li's intentions, but after all, there was a bond of seven or eight years between them, and with Anchun in the picture as well, she ultimately couldn't just dispose of her casually.

The Flame Emperor, an emperor ruling over fire, wantonly vented his fury across this realm. With a posture akin to a giant dragon soaring into the sky, he had long since leaped up to stand suspended in mid-air.

What remained impenetrable was his true purpose. Although it seemed to have been stated right out in the open, to outsiders, it sounded like sheer nonsense.

At the same time, it met practical functional needs, serving as a storage space for all kinds of tools used to clean the main entrance.

However, after a period of instruction, Rio and Cadillac discovered that their master seemed to have figured out that Cadillac's true form belonged to the demon race.

Still, aside from the members of the Qin and Jing families, everyone else maintained an optimistic attitude.

At the time, he had taken it calmly. But now, the mere thought that the fox's ownership might change made it impossible for him to remain unconcerned.

Yet these final few inquiries seemed to have touched upon the old master's regrets, drawing from him a deep sigh.

"Chu Anran, how dare you strike me?" An Ning covered her face, staring at Chu Anran in shock and absolute disbelief.

"I..." An Nan's face flushed red, unsure of how to begin. She was afraid that if she spoke her mind, Chu Anran would mock her.

Xiahou Jin understood his meaning, yet felt no anger. After all, Liu Yu was right—he was merely a military counselor, and sentencing these commoners to death was not within the scope of his duties, especially now with a formidable enemy at the gates. If Yu Yao had not been severely wounded and bedridden, he wouldn't have bothered meddling in such trivial matters.