Volume 1 Chapter 32: The Path of Redemption for the Liar

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Overall, the two groups of personal retainers had already merged into one. With the veterans training the newcomers, one man now supervised roughly six or seven, which was far easier than when Zhang Shouren had once been responsible for more than a hundred.

After Lin Yijia left, Madam Lin rubbed her forehead. Her ramrod-straight posture slackened against the back of the chair, and worry filled her eyes. She looked somewhat weary.

The official was startled and abruptly ducked his head. The whip missed him, but the black gauze cap atop his head went rolling to the ground.

What was even stranger was Grandfather. If he had really come back to life after pretending to be dead, why had his cultivation suddenly become so powerful? Besides, Grandfather had already been dead when Master Tang first entered his house, and Master Tang had examined him himself. Could the examination have been wrong? Had Grandfather never actually died?

They had not seen one another for more than three months. Jun Jue had grown considerably taller and thinner, yet he had also become steadier. A hint of resoluteness now lay between his refined brows. It was as though, overnight, he had grown from a carefree boy who knew nothing of sorrow into a true man capable of holding up the heavens and standing firm upon the earth.

But Ye Kui gave her no time to reminisce or reflect. She simply dragged over a low stool and sat down with unhurried grace.

A grape arbor had been erected in one corner of the courtyard. Though summer was nearing its end, the place was not hot at all; cool breezes drifted through it instead.

The black lines drew nearer and became streams of black. As they approached still more, they resembled endless black dragons. At last, streaks of other colors appeared, and Feng Yang could finally make them out clearly.

The brother and sister chatted for a while longer. Only when Jiaojiao grew sleepy did they part and return to their rooms to rest.

Although Elder Madam Yang said nothing, neither did she contradict Madam Yang. Clearly, Madam Yang’s words echoed her own thoughts.

Ye Meng glanced at Xuan Jing, then at the only bottle of Essence-Stabilizing Pills in her hand. Her palm suddenly closed around it, protecting it at her waist as though she were guarding it from robbers, terrified that someone might snatch it away.

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Once this disciplinary decision was announced, the leaders of every township and village in the county began treating the matter with the utmost seriousness. Not a single township dared take public security lightly anymore. Over the following days, Liu Zhuang led the other deputy directors on inspections of three more townships and dealt with the principal officials of two of them.

Mo Xiaosheng did not know whether he had ever shouted anything like that in his dreams, but whether he had or not, Feng Han should not have said it in such a setting. It was terribly inappropriate and left Mo Xiaosheng deeply embarrassed.

Gao Jun had no time to admire it for long. His hands had frozen purple and trembled incessantly. With great difficulty, he raised the pistol, summoned the last of his strength, and smashed the butt of the gun viciously against the ice sculpture’s head.

Because he was consumed by inferiority, the Three-Headed Flood Dragon left Yue Rong and disappeared into the remote mountains and forests. Somehow, he managed to cultivate an exquisite mastery of martial arts. Whenever people asked him about it, he would say that he had taught himself—or that an immortal had instructed him.

After Chai Hua finished speaking, he seized Zhao Xiancong and slammed him hard onto the ground, making him bite the concrete once again. By then, Zhao Xiancong was already barely alive.

“Captain, there’s a dead branch here that’s been trampled in half,” Night Owl Hao Liang called softly as they approached the edge of the woods.

When she opened her eyes once more, she saw a figure barbecuing nearby.

“How many days will it take to heal?” Qin Tingyu asked with a slight frown. His right hand twitched as he struggled to suppress the urge to move closer and examine Qian Qian’s face more carefully.

“No, that doesn’t make sense. How could there be such a large pile of earth in the drainage ditch? We’d better go take a look. What if something really is wrong?” The collaborationist soldier carrying the flashlight slowly walked toward Mo Xiaosheng.

General Luo silently pondered for a while, then pushed back his chair and stood up. How could he possibly sleep now? After forcing himself to remain indoors until dawn, he went straight to the barracks and began quietly making various arrangements.

Once upon a time, the old man had another disciple before Mu Xiaofeng. His name was Zhang Ke. He had joined the Thieves’ Sect after betraying the Divine Thief Sect, acting as an informant for the Thieves’ Sect and stealing one of the Divine Thief Sect’s treasures. What Zhang Ke stole was a treasure map.

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Athena had not expected Achilles to make such a request. She froze for a moment, then looked at him in confusion.

Unfortunately, the only problem was that fuel within the base remained as scarce as ever. Under the unchanged policy of requisitioning gasoline, the number of cars regularly entering and leaving the base had fallen to less than one-fifth of what it once was.

“They are mainly targeting me. We have arranged to meet at the foot of West Mountain on the outskirts of the city. The first and most basic condition for ensuring Ao Qing’s safety is that I go there alone,” Mu Xiaofeng replied.

“Charge! Anyone who retreats dies!” A black-clad, gold-patterned, masked man following behind swung his sword and sent the head of a soldier who had lost heart and meant to flee soaring into the air. His voice was grim and chilling.

This appeared to be a prison cell. At some point, Luo Hong had been stripped completely naked. Every limb was shackled with cold iron chains, pinning him firmly against one wall. Some of his clothing and personal belongings had been placed on a wooden table nearby.

“Then it looks like Mr. Riley will have to worry about his salary-cap problems again next year.” After saying this, Dwyane climbed into the sports car with Theowon.

Shi Tianting deeply regretted not listening to the advice Zhou Qimin had asked Zheng Qiang to pass on to him. He regretted staying in this villa tonight even more.

Wang Mengyao also gazed at him with a worried expression. One look at their eyes was enough to tell how concerned they were for him. Both women were teachers, and therefore especially sensitive to such matters; they considered getting involved with gangs to be utterly immoral.

Apart from the cup of wine he offered to the emperor, Qin Yuanzhang, Xiao Yumiao refused to toast anyone else. He would not even take a sip when others toasted him, claiming with a smile, “I’m not good at drinking. More than one cup, and I start causing a scene.”

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