Chapter Ninety-Seven: I Take Charge of Settling He Zheyu

Mo Qinghan walked briskly to the dining table, chewing the breakfast He Zheyu had prepared for her. She couldn’t help but recall the breakfasts he used to make for her; the taste remained unchanged. Holding the sandwich in her hand, her gaze drifted out of focus as she stared straight ahead.

Noticing her distraction, He Zheyu set his newspaper down on the coffee table and looked at Mo Qinghan, who seemed lost in thought. His deep voice resonated through the room: "Does it not suit your taste?"

His words snapped Mo Qinghan out of her reverie. She gently licked her lips with her tongue and replied quietly, "It tastes the same as before."

Perhaps her voice was too soft, for He Zheyu, sitting on the sofa, didn’t catch what she said and pressed further, "What did you say?"

In the end, Zhao Yuanzuo not only lost his throne but also his freedom, and was turned into a blood-worm corpse by Xi Zhizai.

With the physical prowess of Fang Cheng’s subordinates, mastering the Six Techniques would soon translate into combat power, enhancing their overall strength—a remarkable martial art.

The inner disciple known as Old Li was no fool. After a brief moment of contemplation, he immediately grasped the underlying secret, and cold sweat broke out across his forehead.

Everyone present was a seasoned soldier and understood that if Xiao Mo and his companions charged in directly, it would be suicide. So, each encouraged themselves. Wild wolves held grudges, were cunning and ferocious, but ultimately were still animals, with an instinct to bully the weak and fear the strong. As Xiao Mo and his group rode and shot arrows, many wolves fell victim to their tactics.

"Miss Shuyu, what should we do?" Xiao Liuxu had recently advanced to Martial Master. Seeing these powerful enemies approaching, her heart was unsettled. With her natural talent, to have reached Martial Master at her age was already impressive, but to perish here today would be a shame.

Yuncheng didn’t respond, nor did Ouyang Yihua. The atmosphere suddenly turned cold. Yuncheng wasn’t afraid to speak, but he knew that now was not the time. He had discerned certain things, but no matter what, he could not get involved in this matter.

The reputation of the Twin Tigers of the Eastern Syndicate was at its peak, their fame and power soaring within the circles, attracting countless forces to align with them. Park Seung-yeon’s maiden gambling ship business flourished as a result, with customers increasing steadily.

How could this be? Could it be another tree demon? No, it must be a tree monster. What’s going on here? Why are there such bizarre creatures?

On the surface, it seemed Xing Daorong suffered a loss, but in truth, he gained immensely—he provided a piece of intelligence, and Qin Guyue was the one who did the killing... The energy used to refine the remains came from the Qin family’s secret chamber, so it was like laying eggs in another’s nest, costing only about a month’s time.

At 7:15 a.m. China time, in front of the courtyard with no house number, Old Ye was anxiously knocking at the door. With a worried expression, he pushed past Li Li, who had just opened the door and was about to greet him, and rushed into the hall, showing none of the signs of someone in his fifties or sixties.

At this moment, with her presence in the capital, taking her mother-in-law and Chengze away from this place of trouble was the most pressing matter.

After all, he was acting by imperial decree, almost like a half-inspector. For such a task, the local garrison had to make arrangements.

Seeing him so spineless, I almost wished I could dig another hole and bury myself again, my face flushed from the embarrassment.

As for Li Qingqing, Li Qingzhu, and the other children, they were all cultivating within the clan. For cultivators, cultivation was paramount, and since this was not a major event, there was no need to call them all out.

Today was the eleventh day of the lunar New Year, March 1st on the calendar, which happened to be a Sunday. On the way, Nangong Yao called her mother and brother, saying that Qian Hongcheng and her eldest brother Zhao Hong would be coming home.

Li Yumeng stopped, took out the "gold-edged staff" and held it in his hand. Suddenly, he remembered the Zhou family mentioning they were attacked by thieves. He wondered if the two people approaching could be Zhou family cultivators and the thieves they spoke of. If so, he certainly couldn’t stand idly by.