Chapter 44: At Last, It Comes to an End

The in-game purchase system cheered, “Host, the formation has been broken!” Jiang Wangshu scattered countless blades of grass behind her to block their view, then opened the wooden box and slammed her left palm, imprinted with the Eighteen Domains, hard against the main contract inside the lid.

The spinning contract hesitated for a moment and cracked open a seam.

She drew a deep breath, endured the pain in her palm, and struck it again and again.

If they hadn’t been so close in pursuit, and if she had the Netherworld Bow at hand, she would have already loosed an arrow at them.

Even the Third Progenitor, Krulu, was unmatched; there was no need for the Second Progenitor to intervene in such matters, let alone the First.

Gan Chunyu stretched out his hand, and someone immediately brought him a knife. He took it and, without hesitation, sliced at Bei Cang Tianyu’s ankle. With two swift movements, he severed the tendons, leaving Bei Cang Tianyu in unbearable agony.

Huang Jun said, “First, check the local records to see if anything like this has ever happened here before. Second, conduct a thorough scientific survey of the surrounding terrain. Third, keep constant watch over the village for any new developments.”

In truth, the density of these thickets far surpassed the stone forest they’d traversed earlier. The team could barely see each other as they moved through, relying on the faint light ahead to guide their way; without it, they’d easily lose themselves.

What did the old madam mean by those words? Unlucky? How could she say such a thing! Was this something a grandmother ought to say? She wasn’t the one who brought it up in the first place—why blame her, and not the second son's family?

Yet, there were those who scoffed in their hearts—a mere major general, one among countless others in the army, yet he dared to speak like this.

For a time, most people didn’t want to look toward the other place where battle raged equally fierce—the ground where Qianjie and the captain of the Fourth Squad clashed.

“Chen Dongqing, I advise you to let her go. I may still be able to grant you a way out. Otherwise, even if you are from the Purple Gold Mansion, you will find your grave here today!” Nie Tian said coldly.

She had worried that Wang Qiang might not be a match for the real master of Lingyin, but now she saw her concerns had been entirely misplaced.

Anyone could see that those officials yesterday had come prepared—it was Li Mu who had lured them here.

“He Lian.” Her lips parted gently, radiant wings of phosphorescence trembling at her back, her long black hair cascading behind, her noble and icy visage exuding an untouchable grace. In that moment, Helian Hongye suddenly felt unworthy; he dared not approach even half a step closer, opening his mouth silently. Could such a celestial being ever truly belong to him?

Not knowing exactly what his parents had discussed with Ye’s mother and father, he dared not say too much for fear of betraying himself.

Jing Yaran, the future young mistress, blushed quietly as she gazed at the tall, elegant man lost in thought.

Genawa, Han Wanghuo, and Zeng Duo racked their brains, but could not figure out how to learn about Jiang Bai-mian and the others’ situation from afar, nor how to offer any help.

Xing’er was crying again, sobbing that he hated when others spoke ill of his royal father. Yet his tutor had told him not to deal with those who spoke badly, but to look for flaws in himself; a true gentleman, upright and honest, would leave no room for reproach. The king was scolded only because he was corrupt.

“Father, all I want is Qingming. Please, father, grant her to me; let her be mine. I beg you, issue the decree and allow me to bring her back. Father, I implore you!” With a resounding thud, he knocked his head hard against the ground.

The sects that had long chosen to bide their time had suffered little loss; should they unite, they could easily sweep away the foreign powers now entrenched.

Du Heng managed only with great difficulty not to sabotage or interfere with the plan of destruction, allowing it to progress this far.

At last, Qiu Yihan called. Ye Xuan quickly inquired after her well-being, but she merely gave an address and hung up. Helpless, Ye Xuan could only head straight to the place she had named.