Sixty-Four: Transformation

Wen Zhenghong’s expression was grim, and when Wei Man’s aura suddenly soared to a terrifying level, his face darkened further, like the sky before a violent storm. Though the Sun God Cult’s domain was riddled with peril and had claimed nearly six or seven hundred lives, those who survived all reaped rich rewards. Especially after the final “great debtor” Wang Dong was assassinated, more than ninety percent of the debts were written off as bad accounts, and countless members of the Brotherhood of Demigods secretly rejoiced.

“Is this your friend? So this is how people from the Hometown of the Sage protect their own.” Yao Guangqi sneered, his face filled with disdain.

As expected, when Tony shot toward Kingpin and swung his steel fist, Kingpin’s massive yet agile body dodged aside, seized Tony’s head, and slammed it brutally into the ground.

The treatment of employees at TheGrass was fairly decent; three meals were provided daily. However, sales staff worked in shifts—morning and evening. The morning shift ran from eight in the morning to three in the afternoon, and the evening shift from three in the afternoon to ten at night, so each salesperson could only eat two meals at the company each day.

“N-no, not at all... Our company is a major foreign-owned firm, with superior quality and prices—how could there be a problem?” I quickly offered a cigarette and lit it for the man before me.

Immediately after, Ye Le pulled a military night-vision binoculars from his bag and began to surveil the factory in the western suburbs.

The patriarch Zhao Feiyun, who was still drowsy, instantly shook off his sleepiness upon hearing these words.

I frowned slightly, but at that moment, I understood the meaning behind Yao Tianbao’s words.

Having made up my mind, I took my bank card and led the group directly back to school. At school, I still worried about Zhou Hao—hoping I wouldn’t end up killing him.

The highest realm of illusion is the stacking of illusions, where one is layered atop another. The outermost is usually meant to confuse the mind, while the most powerful lies hidden behind.

If the coma continued like this, hospitalization and IV drips would be necessary to sustain vital signs.

There was no one nearby—none of the man that Zhang Mengfei had mentioned. I knew she had lied to me. Yet, instead of anger, I felt relieved.

Zhu Xiaoqi grew flustered, the faint smile on his lips freezing for a moment. How did Su Ruotong know he still had a backup plan?

We had previously left the lights on upstairs, but now the floor below was engulfed in darkness, not a trace of light seeping through.

Past one in the morning, Tao Xian crept home. As he entered, he found the house illuminated; a floor lamp glowed by the living room sofa, and a large transparent dome sat on the table, food placed inside.

Entering the courtyard, I followed Qin Yiheng around for a quick inspection. Xu Chuanxiang, nearby, pointed out the details of the residence, and finally, the three of us entered the main house.

Cao Cao approved of Cao Ang’s plan: to trade Zheng Feng’s life for a city—this was a fair exchange, and the stifled anger in his chest could be swallowed for such gain.

Fourteen could not accompany me all day, left before dinner to handle business. I sat stiffly on the heated brick bed, occasionally pacing the courtyard, but each movement caused a commotion, as if Min Qiu were heading to battle; at the slightest sign of me rising, she grew extremely anxious.

Zhang Yi pursed his lips, faced Xu Heng, and raised the willow switch high: “Uncle Xu, please punish me…” He had barely begun when Xu Heng, ignoring him, strode past and boarded his carriage, leaving the rest of Zhang Yi’s plea stuck in his throat.

The situation grows more urgent each day; the emperor’s intentions are unpredictable. Everyone thought that as Prince He was fighting at the front, the emperor would leave his household untouched—yet he forcibly removed Prince He’s heir. The Princess Consort of Prince Kang replied with a bitter smile.

That morning, there were slightly more merchant ships than usual, but it did not arouse the colonial port authority’s suspicion.

I was not planning to investigate further here; after all, the Luo family still held dangers, and I could not afford to be careless.

“We are travelers hoping to ascend the mountain, but have unfortunately lost our way. Sir, could you tell us how to get there?” Chu Haoge asked.

Jiuli Qianyu began examining the flower—a snow lotus this resilient must be something extraordinary, perhaps the five-hundred-year-old snow lotus they were seeking.

Lin Jinrong leaned against the carriage wall, eyes closed, lips softly curved as she gazed at the thick, padded blue brocade curtain.

Grasping this, Lei Jingtian shifted his aim and spotted an armored warrior who had just been slashed by the squad leader.

Back home, Fina dashed into the kitchen, clinging to Alicia, recounting the recent events with great excitement. Alicia, as she reheated the cold dishes, listened attentively, eyes lighting up at the key moments.

“Are you sure you can handle it?” The heir to Prince Kang looked at him with doubt. Zhang Yi grinned carelessly and said, “Who doesn’t know I’m a scoundrel, thick-skinned and shameless?” With that, he glanced over his shoulder at Xu Yingge, his gaze full of complicated emotions.

The only thing in the empty room was the glass coffin, recently transported away, which had contained Izana’s original body. An old man, white-haired and bearded, with deep skin and ancient, dignified clothes, rested his withered hand on the glass.

“Wenwen, how could you be rough with your brother’s savior?” When that all-too-familiar voice reached Wang Xuanwen’s ears, she could no longer hold back her tears and threw herself into Wang Xuanlong’s arms, sobbing uncontrollably.

“Fangzi, hurry and tell me what’s really going on?” Once inside the car, Coco could no longer feign calm and pressed Nan Fang impatiently for answers.

Just then, Lu Rongting’s subordinate galloped to the city gate, leaned in to whisper, “Sir, a large force has been spotted outside the city, likely a whole battalion, equipped with many cannons.”

Prince Jin sent medicine to the General’s estate, Prince Qu joined in, and upon hearing the news, Prince Gong and Prince Ning hurriedly prepared gifts and sent their own messengers.

Peng Shuo’s voice grew hoarse as he spoke. The thought of his mother’s murder filled him with remorse and frustration; if he could not avenge her with his own hands, what was the point of living as a man?