Chapter 40: Feigning Madness at the Tao Estate

It is customary for officials settling in a new place to purchase property deeds, hire servants and laborers, and procure supplies, so it was not difficult to inquire about Tao Zhengyue’s residence.

"The residence of the Judicial Commissioner? It is the second to last house on the east side of this street."

Jiang Zhuo asked a working woman she encountered on the roadside and quickly got her answer.

"Thank you, ma'am!" Jiang Zhuo said sweetly.

Just as she was about to leave, another woman approached from not far away. Having overheard their conversation, she interrupted.

Compared to Class Three, this Class Six was a formidable rival; we were already trailing by more than ten points at the very start of the match.

During the meeting earlier, Song Yuyan’s complexion had not been good—or rather, his complexion had not been good for some time now.

"Yanxi, you jerk! How could you just dump me on the street? I am the young master of the distinguished Mo family, for heaven's sake! Damn it—" Mo Shaoguang stomped his feet in fury.

"Cut the crap. I’m going to beat you to a pulp, and I don't care if you call for help. Do you think this is a fighting tournament where we have to worry about fairness?" Having said that, Luo Hu swung his iron fist at me. I leaned back and narrowly dodged the blow.

By the time they reached Qin Yichen’s office, they were told that he had already left the capital with his family of three.

Qiu Qianqian’s expression shifted dramatically. She hurriedly waved her hands, forming a complex series of seals. Above the purple lotus flower hovering over her head, an illusory figure suddenly rose.

Seeing his reaction, Gu Jiujiu cast aside her reserve and pressed her lips against his once more.

Hei Chenzi took the map given by Prince-Consort Li and examined it closely. It was incredibly detailed, which naturally delighted him, and he hurriedly bowed to thank the Prince-Consort.

Zhao Qianliang could sense that Hua Jitian’s martial arts inner energy was depleting rapidly. If this continued for a moment longer, Hua Jitian would be unable to maintain his level eight martial arts status and would inevitably drop to level seven or even lower.

It was two-thirty in the morning. The desolate room paired with a table of cold leftovers created an atmosphere so wretched it was unbearable to look upon.

Watching the figure gradually disappear into the distance, he couldn't help but offer a bitter smile. Without further thought, he cradled the white fox and entered the cave. To his relief, the ten-thousand-year-old stalactite marrow was still in the stone pool, and he finally let out a breath.

At this moment, the few of them were severely wounded and unable to fight any longer. Watching the soldiers around them being continuously slaughtered, they felt nothing but fury and helplessness. They exchanged glances and, ceasing all struggle and resistance, closed their eyes to await the coming of death.

Seeing the screen display that the name had been successfully registered, Leng Ruobing’s heart soared. Because they were sitting close, and Li Bai had found her indecisiveness tedious earlier, he had stepped in to help her enter the nickname. At this moment, their bodies were nearly pressed against each other.

It was a desolate, broken land. Zhang Liang guessed it must have been a battlefield, for corpses were scattered everywhere, and the blood on their bodies emitted a faint golden glow, appearing eerily surreal.

She did not want to do this, but Chen Changsheng and those swords left her no choice. At this point, she could no longer care about the consequences, even if the Zhou Mausoleum were to be desecrated by thousands of low-level demonic beasts.

As the morning light arrived, people began to gather in the forest. Merisha arrived on the scene, flanked by dozens of priests.

"I have an idea, though I don’t know if you’d be willing to hear me out," Chen Hu said with a faint smile.

Blind Beard, a mighty cultivator of the Nascent Soul stage, had broken his vow of worldly seclusion to repay a debt of food and clothing to Wang Meng. To avenge his disciples, he had pursued the Great You from Shu County all the way to Yi Province.

No sooner had Zhang Nianzu finished speaking than someone grew restless. The man with triangular eyes shifted his feet like a scale, seemingly searching for the best angle to flee. Shi Shijie knew the negotiation was over and hung up the call.

On both sides of the road, sect disciples hurried past, but their fortune was poor, and it was nearly impossible for them to obtain any opportunities.

Xia Tan’er became instantly excited. Just kidding, hunting for treasure! Who wouldn’t be tempted? Not to mention that she was a natural-born miser who couldn't keep her feet moving whenever she caught sight of silver.