Chapter 33: A Nocturnal Investigation

"That thing has already been sent away."

Hearing Shen Hua say this, Steward Jia let out a long sigh of relief.

Shen Hua fixed a fierce gaze on Steward Jia. "Qing'er says that you, old man, have been making things difficult for her quite often."

Steward Jia hurriedly waved his hands to deny it, insisting there was no such thing. He claimed that while his words might be sharp, his heart was soft, and he treated all the young women equally without targeting anyone in particular. He further explained that the women here were not like those elsewhere; they were all beauties, well-versed in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, and over time...

The voice was not as boisterous as it sounded in the game; instead, it was remarkably delicate and carried a certain graceful, reserved quality.

Once the Investiture of the Gods began, the Yin-Shang Dynasty naturally became the target of conquest. After all, having angered the Sages and lost the hearts of the people, anyone with ambition could seize the opportunity to rise.

Seeing her husband's strange appearance, Du Fang felt a surge of heartache mingled with a warm, sweet tenderness. Reflexively, she spoke with a coquettish pout, not forgetting to reach out and embrace her husband’s hunched waist as she did so.

This cloth bag was a treasure of the wandering immortal, personally bestowed upon him by his own ancestor. It had once even severely wounded a supreme powerhouse of the ninth-level innate realm, let alone people like Lin Yi and his companions.

With a smiling word of farewell, Sebastian’s entire body instantly dissipated into the air, leaving only a few jet-black feathers to drift to the ground, where they blurred and vanished.

"But you are still bleeding!" Pointing to the blood-stained clothes Yue Yingfeng was wearing, Yin Enhui looked at him with shock and concern.

Liu Yihua checked the time; it was already past 11:00 PM. Why would Lin Mingdao rush to the Zhenghua Hotel at such an hour? Could there be something urgent?

Those old bandits who wanted to send word panicked upon hearing the commander of the main army order their execution. They had stubbornly believed that the People's Liberation Army would never kill them. They mocked the Communist government’s strategy of "winning hearts first," calling it ridiculous. In their minds, the hearts of the great prairie warriors were forged from iron.

Next, they walked into a boutique named "Fairy Flower." The shop was spacious, with a pink dress hanging in the center of the lobby.

Hearing the term "department beauty," Ye Chen felt it sounded familiar, as if someone had mentioned it to him recently. However, since it was a trivial matter, he thought for a moment but still couldn't recall.

"Yes!" After a brief silence, Gao Song gave a low reply. He wanted to say that keeping Ye Qiqi was a danger, but saying it now would be futile; perhaps the young master knew everything already. Lighting a cigarette, Gao Song turned the car around and drove away.

Shen Feng knew well that the Eagle Demon King would not speak unless necessary, and since he was speaking with such gravity, there must be a major matter at hand. Therefore, Shen Feng answered with equal solemnity.

After Daoist Qingxuan left, the once chaotic and oppressive sky finally cleared completely. Shen Feng and the others breathed a long sigh of relief simultaneously.

The night was silent, and everything seemed normal, yet in the chilling darkness, the air seemed to be permeated with the scent of blood.

"A loss is a loss!" Yan Shenwu’s persistence bordered on stubbornness. He knew that Du Xinwu was in league with the revolutionaries in the car, so he admitted defeat directly rather than fighting to the death.

"When did you join the Revolutionary Party?" Gao Hongbo’s face was bitter, a mask of someone trying to curry favor while on the verge of tears.

Initially thinking it was a deliberate provocation, Ye Chen was stunned by the young man's words. Then, a possibility occurred to him—perhaps Shi Lan was running a crooked establishment.

"We will, we will! We shall all return to the realm of the Main God, and Hong'er's cultivation certainly won't stop at the Main God level!" Li Han nodded, speaking with great confidence.

"Cease your foolish talk. This fellow Daoist comes from the same Great World as us and is, moreover, our senior. We have offended him, so naturally, we must seek his forgiveness," the Wild Boar said earnestly, his eyes fixed on Tang Chuan, filled with a look of reverence, as if in his eyes, this young master truly was a highly virtuous and respected elder.