Chapter 108: The Beard

The Canal Bandits Come ashore. 1276 words 2026-04-11 12:12:41

As the sun set behind the western hills, Liu Shen and Ning Hongwu had ridden swiftly since morning, dust-covered and weary, finally arriving at Anqing Prefecture by evening.

Dismounting at the inn’s entrance, Ning Hongwu handed the reins of their two horses to the inn’s stable boy, casually tossing him a silver ingot. “Take good care of the horses, or I’ll break your legs.”

“Of course, of course…” The stable boy’s face lit up at the sight of the silver, and he bowed deeply before leading the way.

“Yucheng, perhaps you’re overthinking,” Xie Wanying said with a gentle laugh, shaking her head in mild exasperation.

Nearby stood another figure clad in black robes, crowned with a tall black hat—the infamous Death Gate Sword bearer, Xu Ke, a third-level Vitality cultivator and the head of the Ghost Gate sect.

Tony Stark now held the highest scientific office in the New Earth City-State. As one of its earliest members, he wielded considerable influence and commanded a large following.

Early the next morning, Liu Wancheng arrived at his office. The previous night, he had carefully considered the possible routes Jacqueline might take if she came to China to find him.

Seeing Mei Qingfu already waiting beneath his hidden tree, Lin Han wasted no time. He hooked his feet around a branch, bent down, and with outstretched arms, scooped her up in a swift embrace.

Exiting the second hospital building, Lin Han walked through the dimly lit corridors. At nine o’clock in the evening, the hospital was quiet; the yellowish lights cast long shadows. Few people passed by, and those who did wore hurried expressions.

Xu Yan explained, “Back then, medical resources were limited. Doctors tried countless methods but could not cure this disease. This hysterical disorder spread relentlessly among the nobility, sparking widespread social panic.”

Yet her nature remained lively and restless, never still—like she was always on stimulants, darting through the air without pause. Qingyu had never seen her calmly resting in one place.

Xia Zixi was also awakened, drenched in cold sweat and feeling terribly unwell. His throat was dry and painful, his strength sapped—it was clear he had a fever.

Even if this thing had come to harm her, she would likely be dead before it acted, thanks to Ye Hansheng’s fierce protective grip.

“So, as you said before, the ruler of this third-level great world—whether a Void Walker or Void Beast—might not just possess third-level strength, but perhaps even higher?” Bai Feng looked at Zhang Deshuai, inquiring further.

“Is there a creature without aggression that can suddenly appear beside others—one that even Chu Tianming, who inherited the power of the Heavenly Demon General and is extremely powerful, cannot detect?” Bai Feng asked directly upon hearing this.

Fixated on the remaining ‘Pangu Spirit Sources,’ Ji Tian was reluctant to waste them. He planned to continue creating bees but suddenly changed his mind just as he was about to begin.

“Kill!” Nangong Fengqing shouted, drawing his semi-divine weapon. With a single slash, he cleaved the charging dark wolf in two.

Once arrogant and invincible, the creature was now a mangled mass of flesh, breathing shallowly.

His feelings toward Emperor Ming were a mix of hatred and disdain. For years, if not for his wife’s tireless dedication to state affairs, how could Emperor Ming have enjoyed such a leisurely life in the Royal Palace?

After understanding the patient’s condition, Yi Sheng informed Wen Pingsheng that he would be traveling abroad for at least two weeks, possibly up to a month, but would return no later than that.

He recalled a similar explosion witnessed during the Friendship Applause event. That day, Happy had jumped onto the bed, pressing down on him with both hands, leaving a strong impression on Tony. The clues started to connect.

Within a month, she returned to Beisi City. The Wen family of the capital lacked nothing, so Yi Sheng packed only her daily essentials—fitting neatly into a single suitcase.

If she had not lied, then everything Lin Jiayu said must be true. But how could that be?