Chapter 107: Trespassers Shall Be Punished by Death Without Mercy

With the appearance of Cao Mang, the human beast, the enemy quickly scattered in defeat. The White Wolf shouted, “Don’t let a single one escape.”

But only a handful of his men remained, all injured, unable to keep up the chase.

He turned to find Cao Mang to thank him, only to see that he had already gotten into a carriage and left.

“I owe you my life!”

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“As long as you can truly eliminate Lian Hao and Liu Linzhi, I will willingly agree,” Princess Lv Xuan said, slipping Yang Jieming’s hand inside her garment.

Fei Sao came running to see the commotion. Seeing the Lian family burned to ashes, she felt an indescribable satisfaction. Let that Shen demon flaunt herself in front of her—now she’s gone. Let’s see if she can ever turn her luck around in this life.

However, the information he disclosed was not as casually received by Yang Houtu as it seemed. The look of sorrow in the converted elder’s eyes was genuine, and the ominous prophecy he delivered weighed heavily on Yang Houtu’s heart.

As her figure disappeared beyond the Zen monastery’s gate, Qinglan hastily straightened her attire and respectfully kowtowed.

Calm down, calm down, calm down! I tilted my head back, trying not to look down, yet my eyes involuntarily darted downward, silently reciting multiplication tables. Still, my legs felt as soft as wet paper, and my heart pounded so fiercely it nearly stuck in my throat.

Before, when Wan Baofang was around, Yue Niang wouldn’t let him touch her. Now that Wan Baofang’s matter remained unresolved, Yue Niang would likely stay angry with him for a long time. He was already overwhelmed, and yet Aunt Qiu came along to stir up trouble.

The Seven-Star Sword blazed with light. Lao Jun, holding the treasured sword, launched the first attack. In an instant, starry light burst forth, each ray imbued with the essence of the stars—sharp beyond compare yet impervious to harm.

At this very moment, I entertained the same thought: were Grandpa’s stories hints or mere coincidences? Was he trying to convey some message to me, or was it simply chance?

“Our clan originally lived in seclusion. A few years ago, someone found us, so we returned to the world,” said the old man from Miao territory, his eyes darting uneasily.

She didn’t want to engage. Lying on the bed, she closed her eyes, but the sound of the wooden fish grew louder and louder, drumming on her nerves.

Actually, it wasn’t only Cheng Guoqiang who was pressured to marry; Cheng Hongbing and Zhang Xing felt the same. Annoyed, they came back less often, fearing to be asked if they had found a partner.

If Yinzhen hadn’t reported Nalan’s abnormal behavior to the palace, leading to the Empress’s downfall and the Emperor’s fury that prompted Heshen and others to investigate, no one would have known that Nalan died at the hands of someone close to her.

Recently, Daimao’s mind was restless, waiting for the Zhang family’s departure—a tormenting situation. A month had passed; almost all the village tomb relocations were complete when Li Donghua suddenly returned.

Now that his own father and two elder brothers were doing hard labor, naturally, the food was better.

Fishmen kept diving into the lake. Behind him, a giant bird was held by a yellow-skinned fishman, gravely wounded and bleeding profusely.

The sight of hills and valleys full of apricot trees was truly breathtaking, though the apricots were already ripe and had fallen to the ground, turning to dust.

Although Quyang Town was small, the county magistrates in recent terms all had strong backgrounds, so the town was free of many dark affairs.

However, as Daimao had anticipated, things would not go smoothly. Li Donghua’s ex-wife sent so many people—how could she not cause trouble?

“Let me see, are you hurt?” Although she didn’t smell blood, perhaps Ayi had bruises hidden beneath her clothes that she hadn’t noticed.

The Xiao brothers returned with their purchases; He Peier and the others were already packing and preparing lunch.