Chapter 111: Inferior Wine, When Drunk Too Much, Also Causes Dizziness

When Lu Yu, Liu Shichang, and their party arrived at the Xiaosang Town official building, a large crowd was already waiting for them. Beyond the various leaders of Xiaosang Town, high-ranking officials from both the county and the city were present; given the sheer scale of the project, such attention from higher authorities was only natural. The meeting was filled with the customary introductions and warm pleasantries, as the leaders praised and encouraged Lu Yu for his decision to invest in his hometown. Lu Yu, however, felt uneasy dealing with officials, finding the atmosphere somewhat stifling.

It turned out Qin Hongyuan had mistaken Sun Ze for a kidnapper, which was hardly surprising. After all, Sun Ze had just taken many lives, and a lingering aura of slaughter still clung to him. While Kong Mingzhu, being an ordinary person, could not sense it, Qin Hongyuan had practiced martial arts for years and could clearly perceive the murderous intent radiating from Sun Ze.

These individuals could use Muay Thai to temper their spirits, yet they remained perpetually drowsy, prone to staying up late and letting countless hours slip through their fingers in vain.

"Do you think I would lie about this, Magistrate? I have served as the Chief Constable for quite some time now; you should know me better than that," Xu Piwei replied to the Magistrate with a smug air, as if he knew exactly what the official was thinking.

Yu Mu inwardly admired Qingtian’s courage and his dedication to upholding the dignity of a saint. This was the true mettle of a Great Saint; it was no wonder the other two Great Saints were inferior to him—there was a fundamental gap in their vision and stature.

Upon hearing this, Lin Yu felt a pang of disappointment. If only he could have uncovered the true identity of the man in black, he might have been able to follow the trail and perhaps identify the figure pulling the strings from the shadows.

Seeing him about to carry her straight into the grand auditorium, Mu Weiyuan’s expression shifted instantly, and she hurriedly patted his shoulder.

Chen Xiuying, deciding to see it through to the end, pulled off the other cloth shoe from her foot and hurled it at Jin Fengxian’s head.

If it must be so—if he insisted she go to the execution grounds—then she would go. She only hoped her Brother Jin would not regret it. But then again, how could he? His heart had never truly belonged to her anyway.

In her dreams, Student Xu had taken her there once, early next year. Back then, the price of magnetic cards was spiraling out of control; cards that had been hyped up to five or six thousand plummeted overnight, crashing back to a mere few dozen.

Before Sha Qiankun could even close his eyes, Gui Nu had already devoured half of his heart, his mouth smeared with blood, a truly gruesome sight.

Gao Liu had taken the initiative to seek him out today, which pleased Cheng Xuanzi greatly. He knew that Gao Liu was one of the few among his disciples who had not grown too close to Feng Ming. Entrusting this matter to Gao Liu was the perfect way to stir a sense of crisis in Feng Ming.

Twenty minutes later, Lai Yingying appeared before Cao Yue, dressed in a fire-red trench coat and wearing a matching beanie.

These things were no longer the most attractive prospects; staying in the room and sharing intimate moments held a far greater allure for her.

Following Li Qiye’s guidance, Shi Hao connected his consciousness to the grotto of his physical body. The moment they touched, a violent repulsion erupted.

After all, that individual was a being of great divine power who had reached the Daluo Realm, yet even they had been barred from the Gate of Ten Thousand Flowers, let alone the likes of them.

It would be a lie to say the group wasn't nervous arriving here. To the angels of this place, they were the weakest of existences—any one of them could easily snuff out their lives.

The map was vast, marked with three crimson circles highlighting key locations: one in the Central Province, one in the Northwest Territory, and one in the Black-Corner Region.

The opponent was plotting against him, but he was also using this as a chance to warn others and, in the process, eliminate threats and pave the way for his friends.

Surveyors returned to report that bloodstains had been discovered nearby, and judging by their freshness, they had appeared only moments ago.

Lin Junsi watched the two of them with a puzzled expression. The standoff dragged on for quite some time, and even after an incense stick had burned down, neither had uttered a single word.