Chapter 55: The Key!

“Actually, nothing will happen.”
“Although things are indeed chaotic at the vocational school, I’m only going there to give a lecture.”
“It should be fine.”
Jiang Ni spoke calmly.
Her entire being radiated the aura of a mature woman.
...
Wind rushed in from both sides of the car window, blowing through Ye Yun’s hair and gradually dissipating the anger in his heart.
The Immortal Lords each activated their spiritual powers, assuming a stance as if they were about to fight, but in reality, none were merely posturing. They all unleashed their ultimate techniques, each preparing their skills, ready to strike at any moment.
He Xifeng’s spiritual energy faltered; the glow in his hand failed to burst forth and withdrew, pain shooting up his arm straight to his head.
The others marveled as well. Even Daoshima Mitsugo, who usually maintained the dignity of a club president, picked up a grim-looking knife and, using the back of his fingernail, flicked the blade lightly, producing a resonant “zheng~” sound.
“In that case, these ten palaces were constructed according to the forms of the ten ancient demon beast clans!” Ye Yun thought, his heart shaken.
Just then, another burly man charged in from the left. Ye Chuan hastily grabbed the machete dropped by the previous fallen man and, swinging upward in a reverse eight-shaped arc, slashed diagonally. The brute failed to dodge, and a deep, bloody gash was carved across his chest. He glanced down, cursed, and raised his blade to rush at Ye Chuan, hacking down fiercely.
Perhaps recalling the trouble caused to Shinichi Chiba earlier, and now having to rely on his help again for a meal, Eri Tsuki felt embarrassed and was reluctant to inconvenience others.
Li Han mocked mercilessly. She had believed she could get Zhang Hanming arrested this time, but unexpectedly, he fainted outright.
Turning around, Zhao Chen saw the soul still chasing behind him. The countless human faces covering it seemed to have diminished, and the body once crowded with faces now showed gaps.
“Zhiqiang! What are you doing? Am I not as important as them? Tonight you promised we'd be together forever—were you lying to me?” Qing’s voice grew increasingly hysterical, and Mai couldn't help covering her ears.
It must be said, he hadn’t been himself these past few days, often appearing by his side to speak about trivial matters.
That night, Hua Mian personally helped Kang Muning bathe and change, and after he got into bed, she sat by his side, chatting with him.
Ji Yunye cared only for that purse, as it was the sole token through which he could cling to her presence.
Shi Quan suddenly recalled a technique that allowed one to fly, vanish, or create clones—similar to the legendary ninjutsu. The corrosive spheres from the Ghost-Eyed Lion Spider’s mouth could not touch her; instead, the creature’s movements grew more sluggish with each failed attempt.
There seemed to be grapevines in this region, but only near Long City and River City, not in Qingyang. She had never seen them herself. ‘Spring’ pondered whether she could transport some seedlings from those areas, but the distance made transport difficult; it seemed she could only try bringing a few by carriage.
Hua Mian remembered then that the baby in her belly had started moving a few days ago. She hadn’t had a chance to tell him yet, and was surprised by his joy. Warmth surged in her heart.
Yet, although I hadn't killed her, her tears still flowed uncontrollably, which left me deeply frustrated.
Well, regardless of how you play your games in officialdom, as far as the underworld is concerned, you can hire assassins; but there’s a prerequisite—the patron must pay enough. After all, Zhuang Feng’s price isn’t the same as butcher’s wages.