Chapter 037: I Think I’m in Heat

The Miao family had fallen into decline; years ago, the entire high society of Muyang City had already expelled them from their ranks.

“Now that we’ve dealt with the two main aides of the Zhang family, the toughest challenge lies with the military faction. Once I finish handling the Liu family, we will make our move. For now, let Xu Cong explain the situation—prepare yourselves,” Liu Yu said solemnly.

The situation in Yunzhou was escalating rapidly, as if an unseen force was fanning the flames. Almost nothing happening there remained concealed; everything was exposed.

Yet, after years of experience and social trials, he had come to see life clearly—one must savor it in time. No one knows how long they will live, and to die without having enjoyed the beauty of the world would be unbearably dull, perhaps even regrettable.

The Imperial Grandfather lay bedridden, tubes inserted throughout his body. Upon seeing Nan Qiyue, a faint gleam sparked in his clouded eyes.

Meanwhile, Liu Yu’s enemies seemed aware of his strength, weaving a formidable web of firepower to suppress him. Countless bullets rained down, shredding bushes to bits and riddling trees with countless bullet holes.

Green Qiao turned her head, glancing at the butler’s retreating figure, then at the bridal chamber, frowning deeply.

Gu Zifeng patted Zhuo Yuxuan on the shoulder. With the supervision matter settled, he could now easily head to the border and begin his quest to win back his wife.

Xiao Shi’s recklessness had cost him dearly—he had killed two princes at once, attracting the attention of the Dayi monarch.

“The Nine Rebellion Techniques hinge on the concept of reversal. The Netherworld Demon Arts channel divine power directly into the underworld. It’s not about who is stronger or weaker; it all depends on who wields it,” the old ancestor of the Liu family chuckled.

His words implied disdain for Dong Zhu, who was so weak he couldn’t even defend himself—less effective than a wild mountain beast cultivated for over a decade.

When Nan Changqing regained his senses, Qing Yue had vanished. He raised his hand, smiling as he touched his thin lips. The delicate scent of lotus lingered at his nostrils, refusing to dissipate.

Meanwhile, He Yu sent Wang Lingyun a dream, informing her that he could not enter because all entrances to this world were sealed. Moreover, Lin Jusheng had not brought out the real Qingguang stone, only a counterfeit. The true Qingguang stone was likely in Zhuang Ci’s possession.

Unlike him, who remained trapped in that otherworldly dream despite it being the twenty-seventh summer solstice.

Now, Lady Gu was mortal and needed protection. No one knew what they had spiked the meal with, but she ate none of it.

Without waiting for Dong Xiaoxiao’s refusal, Dong Yuxie approached from behind and lifted her sister’s hair, only to discover a necklace had already appeared on her neck.

The gates of the three intercepting walls opened simultaneously; bulldozers and transport vehicles entered under the militia team’s control.

Tonight’s plan was to redistribute the Blood Shadow ore deposits, not to pile it all in the lower levels but to reserve some for the upper areas, enticing miners to come.

Recently, Fanghua Street had seen many new visitors—honest folk who usually never frequented such a bustling entertainment district, along with some impoverished commoners. Even they were captivated by Zhuang Qingyan of the Qingzhu Tavern. No matter how much Ye Yingying resented it, she had to admit Zhuang Qingyan was a born enchantress.

Upon hearing this, Pei Nanchuan glanced at Dong Xiaoxiao; he had matters to discuss with her during their journey.

He and Wang Jinghuan both stayed downstairs. After leaving Li Yong’s hospital room, they avoided the elevator, choosing to descend via the emergency stairwell—unmonitored and more discreet for conversation.

Knowledge grants the power of speech; before Li Jia revealed her full research findings, she already wielded this power.

Liang Zixun had planned to host a meal for their family, but Jiang Yuanhe mentioned the elders waiting at home, so Liang Zixun refrained from pressing the matter.

Yun Fan turned toward the direction Yuan Mou had indicated. Beyond the dark night sky and a few distant stars, there was nothing else to be seen.

“I always knew Brother Tao never fights battles without confidence. Even when unsure, he still wins,” Shen Yong laughed heartily.

Upon hearing this, Mu Xiao hesitated, the act of returning the wine stopper paused mid-motion before slowly tucking the gourd back at his waist.

For the Diancang Sect, losing a duel was acceptable, but Li Peng must remain unharmed. He was one of the sect’s outstanding young disciples and a third-generation core figure in martial arts—his loss was unacceptable.

Qiu Wu Yi told him that at Wanchao Manor, Qiu Wu Xu struggled to rise, wanting Qiu Wu Yi to take him to see the manor’s master. Though unsure of what his brother was thinking, seeing his urgency, Qiu Wu Yi supported him. They arrived just in time to meet everyone.

“No matter how many there are, we’ll break through. Judging by the strength of these secret formations’ energy fields, there are no real experts on their side. Our visit is far from wasted,” the elder chuckled softly.

Now, Lan Youming neither feigned nor bragged. He simply felt cold, as if his entire body was full of holes, draining the last bit of warmth from within and dispersing it into the merciless atmosphere.

Lan Youming nodded, stepped to the alley’s edge, and looked at the destroyed wall. For a moment, he felt a genuine admiration for his wife’s strength.

Li Ziyuan had provided three machine guns and a batch of ammunition, but his Huguan Independent Battalion was small. Facing thousands of well-equipped Japanese puppet troops, there was no chance for a direct confrontation. The Fourth District’s reinforcements were blocked by the tight blockade around Huguan, unable to break through.

“Squeak, squeak, squeak…” Upon hearing Xue Daya’s words, the intelligent flower fox ferret, understanding human speech, began chattering excitedly before its master could respond.

Demos lifted the crystal ball from the gift box with one hand between himself and Karete. Instantly, the gem’s radiant light illuminated their faces. Karete’s delicate beauty appeared even paler, while Demos’s stern yet angry expression took on a sinister edge.

When Ding Huo summoned Duoduo, the latter dared not disobey but was visibly unsettled, like a frightened cat stealing wary glances at Ding Huo from time to time.