Chapter Seventy-Five: The Hidden Hand

Today, the Fufeng Inn was especially lively. Aside from all the members of Team Seven, there were many others present as well. However, since everyone was dressed in plain clothes, it was difficult to tell who was who, and it wouldn’t be surprising if someone had managed to slip in unnoticed.

Bo Ji called out to Chao Feng, Lu Shuling, and Qin Xiaomo, and together they left the inn for a nearby restaurant to drink. There, they saw Xu Zixian and his two companions, as well as the Three Heroes of Lingxiao, each group occupying their own table, drinking and making a ruckus. They all tacitly pretended not to recognize each other.

“With so many of us investigating this matter now, there’s no need to worry about alarming anyone. The commotion is already big enough—anything or anyone that needed to be hidden is surely hidden by now. What more can we actually find? I really don’t get it. Do Master and the others truly expect to find any answers...”

Meanwhile, Wang Ping had just finished inspecting all the city gates and had only just returned to the governor’s residence when a soldier rushed in to report: Wang Kang, the assistant governor of Yongchang County to the south, had sent someone across rebel-held territory, requesting an audience with Governor Li.

Zhuo Yiwu, standing high above, exerted his full pressure and held the upper hand. Su Zheng, forced into a defensive position below, looked increasingly passive. The longer he was suppressed, the more unfavorable the situation would become for him.

The guards at the city gate noticed that the traffic today seemed heavier than usual, but paid it little mind.

“Old Hu, most of my troops are still stationed at Sanhe Field, keeping an eye on Liu Zhenfan. Old Zhang’s men suffered heavy casualties a few days ago, and the rest are scattered across Bazhou, Nanjiang, and Tongjiang, guarding our strongholds. Looks like you’re the only one left for the job! Here’s the deal—all the men we have left will be under your command!” Wang Youjin said to Hu Jiusi with a half-smile.

Yang Jianxiong’s refusal of help was only natural. Precisely for that reason, he was all the more determined to “help” from the shadows.

Watching Zhao Yaping, whose emotions were in turmoil, Lin Yuming felt a pang of guilt. He had brought her too much confusion. Yet, if he could turn back time, Lin Yuming knew he would still make the same choice.

After all, no one really knew the true nature of these companies. For both sides, the partnership brought no loss—everyone was satisfied.

Knowing that Yang Yunhai was busy buying other things, Wang Shuyun dismissed him once they arrived at the hospital.

At some point, Liu Miao, who had always kept a bit of distance from Meng Feifei, suddenly appeared right in front of her, swinging that glass bottle down with all her might.

Just moments earlier, at the very brink of disaster, it was Master Maipeng who had risked his life to save the two of them.

For three whole years, Gu Huaiyan had never called him “Youyou,” nor asked a single question about anything related to Gu Ruoshui. No matter how close their conversations became, a line always remained between them.

Lately, however, she had been so busy she hadn’t even had time to stroll through the gardens, so those worries were entirely unnecessary.

Each silk handkerchief was embroidered with twin lotuses and poetry; the only difference lay in the number of lotuses. The one Yun Chuhang left behind bore two blossoms, while the one the mute old woman gave her had only one.

“Don’t be shy—Brother Long deserves this. When the time comes, I’ll be sure to take good care of all the sisters.” Tiya knew perfectly well that if she didn’t take a stand now, her image would plummet in the eyes of those two rascals.

“I gave a beating to a few fools—they said they were your people,” Lin Yu said curtly.

Mu Shaobai nodded discreetly, acknowledging his own identity. He had no doubt about Chiba’s background, but Chiba’s very presence, aside from being surprising, also aroused a certain suspicion.

Two months flew by like lightning. An oval-shaped spaceship burst out of a region bristling with jagged rocks, as swift as a flash of light. It was like a seasoned spirit, traversing mountains and rivers, exuding a sense of overwhelming pride.

The Realm of Three Talents: One must harmonize the Nine Hardships, Eight Sufferings, Seven Emotions, Six Desires, Five Aggregates, and Four Symbols, thereby comprehending the true meaning of Heaven, Earth, and Man—the Three Talents. In this realm, only insights are recorded, not techniques; only by understanding the Three Talents can one cultivate the Two Extremes.

He himself had no fear, but if he were to truly clash with Lin Yu, he feared that innocent members of the Mo clan would be caught in the crossfire, with heavy casualties.

The elevator rose slowly. As expected, Long Ci was sent straight to the morgue. The moment he was pushed into the unit, he finally let everything go and drifted into a deep and final sleep.