Chapter 47: Trouble Brewing, Things Take a Turn for the Worse

Su Xiaoyun brushed off the grass fragments clinging to her pant legs; the lingering unpleasant, musky odor of the wild boar still hung faintly in the air.

The two of them quickly descended the mountain.

Fortunately, a gentle, trickling stream ran nearby, flanked by numerous plants that seemed ravenously thirsty.

Picking out the edible ones, Su Xiaoyun dug some up and placed them carefully into her basket.

"Alright, I'll be back soon." After finishing the call with Fang Ting, I promptly requested leave from the company.

The Dark Thunder Realm exists at the very pinnacle of the Yun Yun universe, governing the cradle where universes hatch, overseeing countless universes along with all their laws.

Though no one knew precisely what he intended to do with the handkerchief, they guessed it was likely a tool to demonstrate internal energy. Someone offered a small square handkerchief—light and soft.

Sister Shi glanced back at Lin Yin, nodded, and said, "Bring the charcoal inside for me; I'll pay you." Without waiting for the officer’s displeased expression, she opened the door and entered. Lin Yin responded with a "Alright" and followed Sister Shi into the Guo residence.

The match continued, and we had no choice but to grit our teeth and keep up with them, barely touching the ball by the end. I noticed that even two players from the opposing Black Checkered Club hardly got near the ball; it seemed we were merely running after them, not truly competing.

"In truth, I’ve only been at the company for three days." I didn’t think myself remarkable—perhaps others excelled more at work than I did.

“Though there’s no evidence, I can feel it—he is plotting rebellion,” said Ten Directions Invincible in a grave tone.

“No need for New Year visits or family reunions; since I’m free anyway and a friend is visiting, I thought I’d go out for a couple of days.” Shao An naturally wouldn’t tell his father about Prince Jin’s matters, using a trip for relaxation as an excuse to slip away.

After a few puffs, the rain soaked me through. I gave a bitter smile—laughing at how absurd my life was, at how unjust fate seemed, at how tenuous the notion of destiny truly was.

Suddenly, members of the Feng family charged in, slaughtering everyone at the Treasure Gathering Tower. Han Xunmei, distracted, fell into a dark trance and was grievously wounded.

This time, why wasn’t Emperor Qing waiting atop the mountain to be struck by lightning? Why was she simply scooped up and fled?

Dressed in black, before even meeting, a sharp sword pressed against his neck—just as it had every previous time they had encountered each other.

With a wave of the hand, a black tray covered with red silk was brought forward and placed before the altar.

Afterward, Yang Yuwei dried the medicinal herbs she had gathered that day and then went to help in the kitchen.

As Luo Qinglan’s group advanced, the terrifying withered vines on Dragon Demon Island grew more fierce and numerous.

“Don’t call me cousin anymore. From now on, we share no blood ties,” Tang Wan pushed her away.

Beside her, Yang Anni’s agent looked terrified, feeling as if the furious stares of the Stellar Students could tear him apart.

“See? Because of you, the patient coughed up fresh blood. Several doctors and I witnessed it! You executioner will surely face legal punishment!” Tian Weiju pointed at Gu Xuewu, scolding fiercely.

After walking a short distance, the four reached the Imperial Avenue connecting the East and West Yang Gates, with the imperial city’s red walls and golden rooftops rising on the left. The patrolling soldiers grew noticeably more numerous here. The group dared not linger to admire the grandeur of the imperial city; they kept their heads down and pressed onward.

Qiuyi looked up, fixing her gaze on a humble thatched cottage. Apart from its slightly larger size and the neater arrangement of its straw roof, it was no different from the ordinary rural homes nearby. Above the doorway hung a plaque boldly inscribed with three grand characters: “Commoners’ Hall.”

Otherwise, the two would have had to constantly worry about the safety of Peter Martin and the others, which would have been a constraint for them as well.