Chapter 150: Trapped Within the Scheme, Part 30

He Xuan Yi stared at the bowl of soup placed before him, sensing a strange odor emanating from it. His face wore a hint of displeasure as he asked, “What exactly are you trying to say?”

From He Xuan Yi’s tone, Zhao Xuer detected a trace of annoyance. She deliberately adopted a nonchalant air and replied, “What else can I say? I just noticed that the He family currently lacks a clear head of the household, so...”

Before she could finish, He Xuan Yi abruptly picked up the bowl and slammed it down on the table, splattering soup everywhere. Fuming, he shouted, “What do you mean by saying the He family has no one at the helm? I know what you’re scheming. I advise you not to even think about it. Since you’re so fond of my study, then stay here!”

Following the location described by the Pavilion of the Waning Moon, the flamboyant man had indeed told the truth. Yet, these treasures failed to captivate Lu Suifeng’s attention. Approaching a bamboo stalk as thick as a water bucket, he crossed his arms and yanked it up with a sharp pull. Dust billowed as the bamboo was uprooted entirely.

Xiang Bo’s horse was trotted at an appropriate pace, much to Chen Sheng’s satisfaction, who squinted slightly. Nearby, Kong Fu nodded faintly. Only Cai Ci remained fixated on Xiang Bo and his companions, carefully savoring every word to discern their true intentions. Yet even now, Cai Ci detected nothing unusual.

Throughout their journey by boat, they continuously received updates via flying riders and carrier pigeons, reporting the army’s progress and position. These reports were meticulously compiled by Mr. Chance before being delivered to Chen Yifan—concise and clear.

With the skill of a star-class soldier, the officer naturally caught no one and returned in a huff.

Seeing the Huaxia troops closing in, Friedigen led his men in a swift retreat. Huli Xie gave relentless chase. After two days, the Goths had suffered severe losses.

Liu Yu examined the shape of the glass. The mirror crafted resembled a funhouse mirror, but he refrained from saying so, unwilling to dampen Wu You’s spirits.

Though the shallow wound on the body was of little consequence, a gash on the hind leg had exposed flesh—no wonder Xiaowan had cried out in shock.

On the eve of the army’s departure, Liu Yu studied the military map alone. The terrain, city defenses, and various battle reports were all integrated into the map as he formulated his strategy. The foremost target was Xuzhou City. The city’s defenders had sent repeated pleas for aid to Tongguan, indicating the severity of the conflict there.

“Brother Yifei has arrived. I can’t even say a few words to him?” Li Lue muttered under her breath, then made a face at Liu Yifei before turning toward the dining hall.

Nearby, a crowd had already gathered around them, several reaching out to seize the two.

“Dad, he’s really not my type. To me, he’s not just a frivolous rich kid, but a shallow one who judges everything by appearances,” Su Ying remarked dismissively, holding a black lace parasol as she responded to her father.

Could one use Takama-ga-hara to analyze the chakra distribution within the rhinoceros dog’s flesh, transforming their own body into the form of a tailed beast?

Sima Youyue crouched down, gently stroking its head while warily watching the figure emerging from the dense fog ahead. When she recognized him, she was quite surprised.

Opening the door revealed Gu Kai’s tall figure standing outside, one hand in his pocket, the other half-raised as if about to knock.

To meet market demand, Ling Yue had purchased two more production lines. With six lines running at full capacity, Yuqing Frost was produced non-stop. Still, trucks waiting outside to load formed a long queue. Moreover, foreign daily chemical companies had already come to negotiate purchase deals.

King Qin Guang’s eyes flickered, yet he remained silent. Wang Yu did not urge him either. If they were unwilling, then kill them—after all, the Divine Slayer Spear still lacked much power. These half-gods might contribute somewhat; every little bit counts.

They were not short of money now. If their family urgently called to say an elder was ill and needed funds, they would never question the request.

After washing up, Shang Shiyu stood outside the borrowed dwelling, basking in the warm winter sun and breathing the fresh air unavailable in the city. She felt all the fatigue from the previous day melt away. Gazing into the distance, the towering mountains seemed to broaden her very heart and mind.