Chapter Forty-Six: Never Underestimate a Child—The Child Whom You Fear Is the Very One Who Makes You Tremble

Seeing that Luo Shicheng was still fuming, Liu Jingqiu had no desire to provoke him further and quickly slipped the items she held into Hua Li’s hands.

“These are all gifts I bought for Yanyan. I have some matters to attend to, so I’ll take my leave now.”

With that, Liu Jingqiu broke free from Hua Li’s grasp and headed out, only to be blocked by Wu Cuihua.

“They say my third brother bullied Hua Li’s child. I won’t speak for others, but Comrade Liu, you should know better than anyone how wronged my third brother feels…”

Regarding the strange events occurring within the palace, Ning Qiuyue had already braced herself mentally. Having spent some time living there, she had witnessed many bizarre and inexplicable incidents. Thus, her only hope now was to avoid getting entangled in these affairs; otherwise, it would be nothing but trouble.

Qin Ze furrowed his brows, fully aware by now that he had been outmaneuvered. From the moment he first heard the news, through to sending his trusted men to verify it and ultimately dispatching silver, everything had been part of the other side’s intricate plot.

As his words fell, more and more soldiers gathered, all armed and bristling with fierce determination.

“Yes, she is indeed fortunate,” Madame Su remarked, observing the Sixth Prince’s attitude toward Su Ying. It was clear that she was the apple of Gu Yun’s eye.

Although Shi Zhibiao’s martial skills had improved only marginally, his broad experience allowed him to recognize the Kunlun Sect’s style from the young man’s movements.

The mortuary master was shielded by a White Lotus Spirit Lamp, occasionally unleashing moves like the “Buddha’s Palm,” with a relentless barrage of techniques such as the Wisdom Fist Seal, Lion Seal, and Vajra Wheel Seal. Even the eerie and ferocious Nine-Earth Ghost Hero could not close in. Gu Qianjue remained patient, engaging in a stalemate, waiting for nightfall.

“I’m poisoning myself; this is the first time I’ve ever done something like this,” Qi Yuan muttered, pulling off the mask from his face.

In an instant, the entire Dragon Suppression Hall sprang into action. All inner disciples were urgently summoned to form a battle formation.

Only then did he realize the truth: he had been heading east, but in his panic, he lost his way. The correct direction was south. He had arrived at Mount Emei, only to fall off a cliff near the ancestral tombs of the sect’s past founders.

In the celestial sphere, the Southern Dipper contains six stars, while the Northern Dipper has seven; the Southern Dipper governs life, and the Northern Dipper governs death. Among the seven stars of the Northern Dipper, Po Jun and Tan Lang, combined with the sixth star of the Southern Dipper, Qi Sha, are known as the “Killing, Breaking, and Wolf” trio, symbolizing war and strife.

At night, aboard the Morgan Pirate crew’s warship, the captain’s quarters were brightly lit. William and Daniel were closely studying Jep’s navigation logs together.

Meanwhile, Ye Fei and two companions were walking down the street when they heard the urgent footsteps approaching. A squad of ten soldiers came rushing toward them, led by a sergeant holding a gleaming golden imperial edict. The soldiers stopped before a public notice board and posted the imperial decree prominently.

After all, if Du Jiuyin had truly been captured by the Divine Might Government, a mere rumor would be insufficient to prompt the Feather King’s mansion to mount a rescue.

“Feng’er, hold them off for a few days. At the same time, probe for information—especially about the Yellow Springs relic. Understand?” the elder instructed.

Zhang Ruoshui wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, her face pale, yet when she saw her opponent approaching, she smiled brightly. If she could slay this monstrous centipede, she was confident she could break into the Foundation Establishment realm. Compared to that, this minor wound was insignificant.

However, when he recalled the legend that Ling Xiao had inherited the legacy of the Red Dragon War God, his heart burned with fervent passion.

At this moment, Jin Chengyong was no longer unconscious; somehow, he had regained consciousness and was rubbing the back of his neck in pain, moaning softly. His head was still foggy, and he hadn’t realized his predicament—otherwise, he would not have made noise, which could attract unwanted attention.

The Chu soldiers, upon hearing these words, felt their chests swell with burning blood, a surge of energy gathering within them, ready to burst forth.