Chapter 53 It Was All a Bluff!

Du Yu knew what the breach of the study meant.
When he called out all the hidden sentries for a roll call, it turned out that the defense near the corner of the garden was indeed where the problem lay. Before the banquet began, the guards on duty had been temporarily replaced due to sudden stomachaches.
It was merely a fleeting moment, but more than enough for a seasoned veteran.

"It must be the person who killed He Jianzhong, it must be them! How did they manage to sneak in? With so many people surrounding the mansion walls, could none of them keep watch?"
"Then may I ask, what sort of questions did my husband question you about?" Xie Rong asked with concern, seemingly very eager to help Gao Yuting resolve such a matter.
"Hah, I originally wanted to have a showdown with that Hua Feihua, but he actually didn't dare to fight me," Milk Tea Brother sneered arrogantly.
In order to get this gemstone-inlaid hat, he had endured his father's scolding and his mother's nagging, pestering them for a full half month before finally getting his hands on it. Wearing it for the very first time today, he was naturally immensely proud of himself.

The two minutes slipped by in a flash, and the long-overdue grid pulse began to activate. This time, more than half of the area of Port Alec fell outside the circle.
Because Liu Jin often traveled to appraise treasures for others, he did not permanently reside in the Yuecheng Mansion. Liu Qiong would help him look after his family members there, while Liu Jin would utilize his own connections to assist Liu Qiong in return. Last month, when Liu Qiong's mother fell gravely ill, it was Liu Jin who invited a renowned physician from another region to cure her.

They all thought that Ye Fengxie was only operating alone, and no matter how strong he was, he could not possibly withstand the combined forces of so many martial arts sects. Yet who could have anticipated that Ye Fengxie was not only a powerhouse in martial arts, but also an expert in the use of poisons?

Meanwhile, back in that very same restaurant, Ruan Dongyu and Ye Yingying happened to be discussing the affairs of Huo Tingsheng and Xie Rong.

Amidst agitation and internal conflict, the sun had already sunk westward, nearing five o'clock. Fengxie walked through the sun-drenched courtyard like an ordinary resident, pulling an iron chain to lock the door as usual. Leisurely, carrying the carefree demeanor of a youth, he followed the scent of medicinal herbs and turned toward the direction of the neighboring antique street.

Before Xie Xin could fully comprehend it, Xie Rong's heart went half cold! Such a price! Xie Rong's face turned pale, her eyes widening in disbelief, completely at a loss as to whether she should voice a refusal.

The crucial point was that the opponent was a mid-stage Immortal Realm master, and Suoyin could sense that he was far more powerful than Sikong Ming.

Although he did not know what kind of figure Nangong Hongru, whom the Emperor mentioned, truly was, judging solely by the dread the Emperor and Old Man Green Bamboo held toward him, the other party was undoubtedly a formidable figure capable of turning the tides of heaven and earth. Otherwise, given the Emperor's astuteness and Old Man Green Bamboo's strategic mind, they would not be so wary of him.

Hong Xiang had returned anew, with myriad matters demanding his attention. After thorough consultations with strategist Jia Xu and others, he finally decided to temporarily ignore Cao Cao's massive expansion and simply wait and watch how things developed.

I glanced at him and cursed inwardly, Damn it! Couldn't you come up with a slightly better excuse? Thunderclap watched, signaling me to feign dementia. Then he grabbed me and dragged me toward a taxi he had already hailed.

"Now that the weather is calm and clear, sunny with passing clouds, of course we should save it," Shen Han spread his hands and joked.

The birds that managed to survive until the clouds parted, the fog cleared, and the snow melted were all in their prime, their bodies strengthened by spiritual energy to varying degrees.

His voice was not loud, yet it carried an inexplicable power that reverberated within everyone's heart. Many people even dropped to their knees and kowtowed, excitedly crying out for the deities to save them.

Thanks to the sweat-blood steed, Hong Xiang and his companion could finally gallop on horseback together, reaching a location twenty miles outside Jincheng in less than a day.

At this moment, although a benign smile still lingered on Xia Ding's face, that suffocating sense of oppression made it difficult for everyone to breathe. This kind of aura had nothing to do with cultivation level; it was an innate majesty naturally emanating from one in a position of authority.