Chapter 40: The Train Farce Ends, Arrival in the Capital

Lu Zhan’s voice was low, yet the fury and killing intent laced within it were terrifying. The scarred man felt as though his wrist had been clamped by red-hot iron tongs. A bone-shattering, excruciating pain radiated from deep within his joints, nearly causing him to faint on the spot. But what frightened him even more was the man standing behind him. He had no doubt that if he dared to move even an inch, this man would snap his neck without a moment’s hesitation.

"I... I..."

"Huo Lingfeng! Tell me the truth! What exactly happened? Was I really pregnant? And then..." Zhuang Qingqing could not bring herself to say the word "miscarriage," but she suspected it was inseparable from the recent car accident.

Starting from the upper echelons in Hong Kong, a massive number of zombies appeared in a short span of time, beginning to move through the city, and the situation was only intensifying.

One must know that each of these items was worth a fortune. Combined, all the jewelry here was likely more valuable than everything they had stolen from jewelry stores over all these years.

Before long, a graceful young man of about twenty-seven or twenty-eight emerged from Swallow Dock. He was dressed in a pale yellow robe and carried a jade fan. His handsome features were truly extraordinary, and he exuded an air of effortless elegance that no ordinary nobleman could match.

Still shaken, Zhuang Qingqing stared at the car, her fear slowly mounting. The memory of the previous attacks she had suffered flashed through her mind one after another; could those attacks be starting all over again?

However, her thoughts immediately shifted to the amount of the reward. Her eyes darted, and her mind stirred.

"Humph!" Seeing that his techniques were having little effect, Jue Wushen let out a cold snort, deciding to hold back his strength no longer.

"Qingqing? You're back?" Before Huo Lingfeng could respond, he heard a man’s voice chime in ahead of him.

Without the obstruction of the fish scales, the premium wood-chopping knife emitted a plain, dark luster. It looked like an ordinary blade, and only the occasional glint of cold light along its edge hinted at its extraordinary nature.

A charred, burning stench wafted out. The man had split the Fire Phoenix in two with a single strike, yet it did not dissipate, while the blood-red blade melted instantly, leaving behind only the hilt.

Since his ascension to the throne, the Emperor had always been mild-mannered; never had he been this enraged. The palace servants scrambled to retreat, none so foolish as to beard the lion in his den at such a moment.

Although Qing blamed Xue Ru, at the end of the day, it was Xue Ru, and Lu Chengqing found it impossible to accept the news of her death.

Along the way, the two encountered many patrolling soldiers, each a True Immortal at the peak of the One-Star Shattering Realm, led by a Great Immortal captain of the Two-Star Shattering Realm.

Less than ten bouts into the engagement, he was struck in the back, fiercely pierced by Cheng Lian’s spear.

Listening to Xue'er’s words, Lu Chengfeng was overjoyed; their relationship was finally clean. This way, there would be no need for defenses or concerns regarding many matters.

It was indeed so; He Family Village and Liu Family Village were relatively close, reachable within a day by carriage.

The five of them exchanged glances before sitting down. They looked at Yin Li, all wanting to speak but unsure of how to begin.

The hotel’s exterior was beautifully renovated, and the interior decor was extravagant to the extreme. Whether it was the ceiling ornamentation or the arrangement of tables and chairs, everything was done in such a way that one felt as if they had entered a large, luxury hotel upon stepping inside, even though it was merely a mid-range hot pot restaurant.

Legend had it that his mother was a thousand-year-old fox spirit. Abe no Seimei was the representative figure of Onmyoji in Japan, widely worshipped by the people and highly esteemed by those in the profession.

"Hey, hey, don't cry! Weren't we just joking around?" Seeing Yin Qingrou sobbing, Xia Fan was at a loss for what to do.