Volume 1, Chapter 58: He Came Alone, His Name Is Ye Lin

Tonight's operation involves overseas mercenaries. To be on the safe side, Police Chief Wei Jun has summoned all departments and other units. A group of people sits in the conference room with solemn expressions, waiting for the battle ahead to commence.

After hanging up the phone, Wei Jun looks up at the crowd. "Zhai Wei just called me. There might be another squad of our people on Three-Headed Mountain."

As soon as these words are spoken, the expressions of everyone present change drastically.

What?

Everyone lowers their heads, desperately trying to recall if they had dispatched any subordinates, or if there was anything they had forgotten.

"Special Operations Brigade, are they your people?" Wei Jun looks toward the Special Operations Brigade.

The latter shakes their head...

From beginning to end, the leader of the griffin beasts, a peak Earth-tier griffin, simply watches quietly without rushing to make a move.

Not long after, an undercover scout returns to report that Murong Yingxue has consistently maintained very close ties with this Shen Shuiji.

After carefully examining every single sword scar inside the palace, Chen Feng commits all those sword stances to memory. He then finds a clean spot, immediately sits cross-legged, and begins to contemplate the sword stances, seeking to comprehend the sword-dao insights left by that senior swordsman.

After all, Murong Yingxue has only heard of the miraculous effects of the Qi-Condensing Powder and has never actually witnessed them.

The bizarre relief sculptures attract everyone present, sparking lively discussions as to why the Ba people and these ancient Miao people appear together in the same relief, and what they are doing.

"Rest assured, Ancestor, Mingfeng understands." Xia Mingfeng pats his chest, standing there with a solemn expression.

"Eh? What's wrong with it?" The shopkeeper is happily tallying accounts when he hears the young man speaking and looks up. Although a smile still lingers at the corner of his mouth, the warmth in his eyes has long since vanished.

Zhao Ming walks into the room, casts a desolate glance at Lei Liang's bed, and then sits down on his own bed to meditate, restoring his vital energy to its peak condition to welcome tomorrow's battle.

Perhaps due to the sparse power contained within the bloodline, the manifested true form remains vague and blurry, with only a rough outline discernible.

"Chief, we shouldn't just barge into this house casually," a lean man in blue attire whispers into the ear of the leader ahead.

Subconsciously glancing around, Shen Ting realizes that Li Weiliang, who was supposed to stay behind with him, has disappeared.

Pity that there probably won't be any intersection between them in the future, and if there is, it will likely rely entirely on fevered imagination.

Yet he still lives a life more exhausting than anyone else. What does fame matter? His parents never offer him a single word of praise, and instead fabricate groundless charges against him.

Over the past two years, however, the noble clans have figured out that the Cheng'en Mansion is nothing more than an empty shell. Aside from lacking any real competence, Marquis Deng doesn't even hold a proper official post, and has to resort to extorting money every time this birthday banquet is held.

Cold Rose instantly feels several strands of spiritual consciousness attempting to invade her body, causing her to writhe in extreme discomfort.

Before leaving, Jiang Ning still cannot help giving Old Shi a few words of advice, and likewise assigns homework to Xiao Zhiqing, telling her that if Zhou Weiqing comes to the medical hall again in the future, she should handle it herself.

The atmosphere is filled with joy and festivity, yet when Mu Ze recalls the expression on the Ninth Princess's face during dinner, a sense of displeasure stirs within him.

He raises his eyes to look ahead, where Yutian Meng is gazing at him with a peculiar look. The vice-leader of the Eastern Celestial Domain Alliance has witnessed the outbreak and conclusion of this battle with her own eyes, and has likewise watched him sever his own arm alongside Jiang Fu's aggressive oppression. Yet she remains silent, watching quietly like an outsider.

One can only hope she is married off quickly. Princess Leping has provoked the Sage and was dragged out from the imperial court today; such an event would be a humiliation for any princess.

"Truly a hero out of youth. It seems a negotiation between us is in order," the Northern Wilderness King says, looking at Mu Ze.

It is already early July, and the weather remains scorching hot. Chao Gai has arranged for soldiers to establish a military dog kennel, specifically training hounds to serve as military dogs. During night patrols, a dog's alertness is many times greater than a human's.

Hearing this, Liao Dongfeng gives a bitter smile for a long while. No matter who is faced with such a bizarre event, they would be reluctant to believe it. Yet the reality turns out precisely this way; the things one is most reluctant to believe are often the very ones that manifest. Faced with such an outcome, other than shock and eventual acceptance, there is simply no other choice.

The silver-armored guard leader at the head has already wiped away his cold sweat. Hearing one of his subordinates utter such inauspicious words, he instantly interrupts him with a cold snort.

Uncertain whether this is some destined arrangement dictated by the heavens, he casts all traffic regulations to the wind, pulls out his cell phone with one hand, and dials a number that has been unreachable for nine whole years.

The middle-aged man in the hemp robe shouts angrily while glaring fiercely at Li Simon, putting on a menacing facade.

Prompted by this remark, it seems not entirely outside the realm of possibility. After all, if this were not the case, why would they go to such painstaking lengths to collect these items?

Shadowless Flying Trace has already issued instructions, leading the assassin legion under his command to scatter rapidly through the forest, utilizing their numbers to completely block the gaps between the giant trees.

Frowning slightly, Li Simon pays no further attention to the cultivators tailing behind him, instead striding directly toward the northern end of Qinglong Avenue.

Fortunately, Minghu kept his distance, or else that cluster of red light would have incinerated him as well. Even so, Minghu was partially scorched by the red radiance, and his phantom-like form is visibly distorted, indicating that his injuries are quite severe indeed.

As I retreat, that stream of crimson flame vanishes in tandem, failing to inflict any severe damage upon me.

With no current means to rescue Qianhua, I can only pin my hopes on Wuming. No matter what it says, regardless of how frustrated I feel inside, I must not act on impulse.

This is my only viable course of action for now, as I am well aware of the magnitude of my offense. First, I must ensure the safety of the wolf clan, and after rescuing Old Huang, I shall surrender to Wang Fei without dragging anyone else down with me. This is currently the best delaying tactic available.

Ye Bingyun is momentarily stunned by his words. She feels as though the world is undergoing unknown transformations toward an unpredictable future, filling her heart with terror and dread. Yet in Zhang Fang's mouth, it sounds miraculous—as if even if the sky were to fall, he could handle it. This sensation allows Ye Bingyun's tense heart to relax completely.

Through the ensuing conversation, I learn that Old Master Bai's two sons are named Bai Shaohui and Bai Shaopeng.

Feeling profoundly fatigued at this moment, Feng Jiaqi leans against the sofa, her eyes meticulously scanning the entire room. The tidy aura, rendered so by someone's presence, contrasts sharply with her own style.

She stares blankly as the people before her are slaughtered one by one, their deaths horrifyingly wretched, with the blood of many even splashing onto the sacrificial altar before being washed away by the torrential rain.

The bridal gown shop has been smashed, Elephant Village has collapsed, and anything between them that could be called a shared experience has withered away like a mirage.