Chapter 40: Shrew

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Lin Zhidong and Zhou Xiaomei went to work, leaving Lin Fengmian at home to look after the child.

When Shen Qingqing arrived, Lin Fengmian was just returning from outside with little Bao.

She had the child strapped to her back and a bamboo basket on her arm.

Inside the basket were two large Chinese cabbages.

Thinking of the major feat she had accomplished the day before, Lin Fengmian was in an extremely good mood.

She planned to ask her older brother when he got off work and came home whether Jiang Zhixun was in a good mood today.

If he was not, that would mean Shen Qingqing...

"If there are no secrets inside your phone, why were you so nervously trying to snatch it back?" Ma Xiaoyao asked counter-productively.

With the Azure Dragon Lake in the center, the White Tiger to the west, the divine snake position to the east, and the Black Tortoise in the north facing the Vermilion Bird in the south, this mystical formation placement gave Shen Fei immense pressure. His formidable soul was sensing a peculiar aura rising from within the bodies of these five Pill Demon leaders.

After a while, two middle-aged men walked side by side into the grand hall. These two men were Prince Long and Prince Hu, currently the two most senior princes, to whom even Jin Tianwei had to show some respect.

Upon seeing the mission details recorded within the mission scroll, the geniuses participating in the secondary trial all wore solemn expressions.

The extreme northern lands, just as they had expected, were reinforced by various factions from the Daoist sects. All demonic cultivators who had not retreated were either forcefully obliterated or surrendered, reduced to lingering in a state of survival, trapped within the cages specially prepared for them by the Zhenyin Sect.

"Right now, if I were to face a top-tier six-star lord, I could easily sweep through them relying on the Will of Destruction," Lu Xuan smiled, smiling very happily.

"My Lord, Gongfang Hall. The chief commander of the Chucheng chariot forces has already been subverted by our side, and many members of the Iwakibe clan are supporting our main family. Pacifying the Iwakibe clan should not be too difficult," Wada Akayoshi reported, summarizing the results of his work.

Hoo, these successive pieces of news plunged Huzhou and Hangzhou into an uproar while also making all the high-society elites of the two cities feel an unprecedented sense of terror. It was as if the entire city had instantly been enveloped by an invisible murderous intent.

Shen Fei thought of Zhong Chuan, the master of Falling Cloud Valley, and his expression involuntarily darkened. Yet he also knew that Falling Cloud Valley's backer was the Falling Moon Gate of the imperial capital, the foremost of the three major sects of the Wuyue Empire, which had built its fortune on commerce. Under those circumstances, the transaction between Zhong Chuan and Xie Ying of the Yin-Returning Sect was probably the most natural thing in the world.

"Oh no! A powerhouse! A powerhouse beyond the Saint rank!" Bailike thought to himself inwardly. Exchanging a glance, the two of them instantly made the decision to retreat immediately.

"No! Don't think about escaping!" Arthas screamed as he charged forward. This was a blindly impulsive act; had the teleportation spell not already been completed, he might have been sliced in two in a split second. Wielding his faintly glowing warhammer, Arthas shouted incoherently at the empty sky.

It seemed they were the first to arrive in Luoyang. What should they do now? For a moment, Fang Mei was completely at a loss.

Everyone in the stands was immersed in this brilliant and thrilling battle, while the two head coaches, Guardiola and Wenger, remained very quiet on the sidelines, neither making any tactical changes. Players were not fools; they possessed the ability to self-adjust, and at such a moment, what a head coach needed was perhaps merely patient waiting.

Most of Chu Yun's previous sense of terror vanished at this moment. If he were not in a rush to return, he would have really wanted to explore this place and write a report for the school. Chu Yun did not know how many people had come here before, but there couldn't have been many. A sightseeing experience in the netherworld was practically a one-of-a-kind occurrence.

Summer nights are always so intoxicating, with the pitch-black vault of heaven dotted with glowing stars that appeared exceptionally dazzling.

Immediately afterward, Xu Yang walked straight over, reached out, and grabbed Zhao Yina's delicate hand.